He could n't wholly believe yet that she was really his . It MIGHT be only a dream after all , part and parcel of this magic house of dreams . His soul still went on tip-toe before her , lest the charm be shattered and the dream dispelled . `` Anne , '' he said slowly , `` lend me your ears . I want to talk with you about something . '' Anne looked across at him through the fire-lit gloom . `` What is it ? '' she asked gaily . `` You look fearfully solemn , Gilbert . I really have n't done anything naughty today . Ask Susan . '' `` It 's not of you -- or ourselves -- I want to talk . It 's about Dick Moore . '' `` Dick Moore ? '' echoed Anne , sitting up alertly . `` Why , what in the world have you to say about Dick Moore ? '' `` I 've been thinking a great deal about him lately . Do you remember that time last summer I treated him for those carbuncles on his neck ? '' `` Yes -- yes . '' `` I took the opportunity to examine the scars on his head thoroughly .
I 've always thought Dick was a very interesting case from a medical point XXXXX view .
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