`` Oh , well , if Little Jem cries , I will just clap a hot water bag on his little stomach , '' said Susan . `` Not too hot , you know , '' said Anne anxiously . Oh , was it really wise to go ? `` Do not you fret , Mrs. Doctor , dear . Susan is not the woman to burn a wee man . Bless him , he has no notion of crying . '' Anne tore herself away finally and enjoyed her walk to the Point after all , through the long shadows of the sun-setting . Captain Jim was not in the living room of the lighthouse , but another man was -- a handsome , middle-aged man , with a strong , clean-shaven chin , who was unknown to Anne . Nevertheless , when she sat down , he began to talk to her with all the assurance of an old acquaintance . There was nothing amiss in what he said or the way he said it , but Anne rather resented such a cool taking-for-granted in a complete stranger . Her replies were frosty , and as few as decency required . Nothing daunted , her companion talked on for several minutes , then excused himself and went away . Anne could have sworn there was a twinkle in his eye and it annoyed her . Who was the creature ? There was something vaguely familiar about him but she was certain she had never seen him before . `` Captain Jim , who was that who just went out ? '' she asked , as Captain Jim came in . `` Marshall Elliott , '' answered the captain . `` Marshall Elliott ! '' cried Anne .
`` Oh , Captain Jim -- it was n't -- yes , it WAS his voice -- oh , Captain Jim , I did n't know him -- and I was quite insulting XXXXX him !
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