A moment later Pacifique Buote came in sight . Anne 's physical strength suddenly failed her . If she had not clutched at a low willow bough she would have fallen . Pacifique was George Fletcher 's hired man , and George Fletcher lived next door to the Blythes . Mrs. Fletcher was Gilbert 's aunt . Pacifique would know if -- if -- Pacifique would know what there was to be known . Pacifique strode sturdily on along the red lane , whistling . He did not see Anne . She made three futile attempts to call him . He was almost past before she succeeded in making her quivering lips call , `` Pacifique ! '' Pacifique turned with a grin and a cheerful good morning . `` Pacifique , '' said Anne faintly , `` did you come from George Fletcher 's this morning ? '' `` Sure , '' said Pacifique amiably . `` I got de word las ' night dat my fader , he was seeck . It was so stormy dat I could n't go den , so I start vair early dis mornin ' . I 'm goin ' troo de woods for short cut . '' `` Did you hear how Gilbert Blythe was this morning ? '' Anne 's desperation drove her to the question . Even the worst would be more endurable than this hideous suspense . `` He 's better , '' said Pacifique .
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