They all grow high -- the tree had to reach up to the sunlight . '' The apples proved to be delicious . Under the tawny skin was a white , white flesh , faintly veined with red ; and , besides their own proper apple taste , they had a certain wild , delightful tang no orchard-grown apple ever possessed . `` The fatal apple of Eden could n't have had a rarer flavor , '' commented Anne . `` But it 's time we were going home . See , it was twilight three minutes ago and now it 's moonlight . What a pity we could n't have caught the moment of transformation . But such moments never are caught , I suppose . '' `` Let 's go back around the marsh and home by way of Lover 's Lane . Do you feel as disgruntled now as when you started out , Anne ? '' `` Not I. Those apples have been as manna to a hungry soul . I feel that I shall love Redmond and have a splendid four years there . '' `` And after those four years -- what ? '' `` Oh , there 's another bend in the road at their end , '' answered Anne lightly . `` I 've no idea what may be around it -- I do n't want to have . It 's nicer not to know . '' Lover 's Lane was a dear place that night , still and mysteriously dim in the pale radiance of the moonlight . They loitered through it in a pleasant chummy silence , neither caring to talk . `` If Gilbert were always as he has been this evening how nice and simple everything would be , '' reflected Anne . Gilbert was looking at Anne , as she walked along .
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