`` Thyra Carewe is best left alone , if she is in a tantrum . She 's like no other woman in Avonlea -- or out of it . I 'd as soon meddle with a tiger as her , if she 's rampaging about Chester . I do n't envy Damaris Garland her life if she goes in there . Thyra 'd sooner strangle her than not , I guess . '' `` You women are all terrible hard on Thyra , '' said Carl , good-naturedly . He had been in love with Thyra , himself , long ago , and he still liked her in a friendly fashion . He always stood up for her when the Avonlea women ran her down . He felt troubled about her all night , recalling her as she paced the bridge . He wished he had gone back , in spite of Cynthia . When Chester came home he met his mother on the bridge . In the faint , yet penetrating , moonlight they looked curiously alike , but Chester had the milder face . He was very handsome . Even in the seething of her pain and jealousy Thyra yearned over his beauty . She would have liked to put up her hands and caress his face , but her voice was very hard when she asked him where he had been so late . `` I called in at Tom Blair 's on my way home from the harbor , '' he answered , trying to walk on . But she held him back by his arm . `` Did you go there to see Damaris ? '' she demanded fiercely . Chester was uncomfortable .
Much XXXXX he loved his mother , he felt , and always had felt , an awe of her and an impatient dislike of her dramatic ways of speaking and acting .
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