`` It would n't be so hard to go and leave her if she were only happy , '' resumed Owen passionately . `` But to think of her living death -- to realise what it is to which I do leave her ! THAT is the worst of all . I would give my life to make her happy -- and I can do nothing even to help her -- nothing . She is bound forever to that poor wretch -- with nothing to look forward to but growing old in a succession of empty , meaningless , barren years . It drives me mad to think of it . But I must go through my life , never seeing her , but always knowing what she is enduring . It 's hideous -- hideous ! '' `` It is very hard , '' said Anne sorrowfully . `` We -- her friends here -- all know how hard it is for her . '' `` And she is so richly fitted for life , '' said Owen rebelliously . `` Her beauty is the least of her dower -- and she is the most beautiful woman I 've ever known . That laugh of hers ! I 've angled all summer to evoke that laugh , just for the delight of hearing it . And her eyes -- they are as deep and blue as the gulf out there . I never saw such blueness -- and gold ! Did you ever see her hair down , Mrs. Blythe ? '' `` No . '' `` I did -- once . I had gone down to the Point to go fishing with Captain Jim but it was too rough to go out , so I came back .
She had taken the opportunity of what she expected to be an afternoon alone to wash her hair , and she was standing on the veranda in the sunshine XXXXX dry it .
Anne Jim as blueness for if of out through to