In the northwest a mass of cloud , such as she had never in all her life beheld before , was rapidly rolling up . It was dead black , save where its curled and fringed edges showed a ghastly , livid white . There was something about it indescribably menacing as it gloomed up in the clear blue sky ; now and again a bolt of lightning shot across it , followed by a savage growl . It hung so low that it almost seemed to be touching the tops of the wooded hills . Mr. Harmon Andrews came clattering up the hill in his truck wagon , urging his team of grays to their utmost speed . He pulled them to a halt opposite the school . `` Guess Uncle Abe 's hit it for once in his life , Anne , '' he shouted . `` His storm 's coming a leetle ahead of time . Did ye ever see the like of that cloud ? Here , all you young ones , that are going my way , pile in , and those that ai n't scoot for the post office if ye 've more 'n a quarter of a mile to go , and stay there till the shower 's over . '' Anne caught Davy and Dora by the hands and flew down the hill , along the Birch Path , and past Violet Vale and Willowmere , as fast as the twins ' fat legs could go . They reached Green Gables not a moment too soon and were joined at the door by Marilla , who had been hustling her ducks and chickens under shelter . As they dashed into the kitchen the light seemed to vanish , as if blown out by some mighty breath ; the awful cloud rolled over the sun and a darkness as of late twilight fell across the world . At the same moment , with a crash of thunder and a blinding glare of lightning , the hail swooped down and blotted the landscape out in one white fury . Through all the clamor of the storm came the thud of torn branches striking the house and the sharp crack of breaking glass . In three minutes every pane in the west and north windows was broken and the hail poured in through the apertures covering the floor with stones , the smallest of which was as big as a hen 's egg . For three quarters of an hour the storm raged unabated and no one who underwent it ever forgot it . Marilla , for once in her life shaken out of her composure by sheer terror , knelt by her rocking chair in a corner of the kitchen , gasping and sobbing between the deafening thunder peals . Anne , white as paper , had dragged the sofa away from the window and sat on it with a twin on either side . Davy at the first crash had howled , `` Anne , Anne , is it the Judgment Day ?
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