`` You seem to have a cold in the head . Better rub some tallow on your nose when you go to bed , '' said Miss Cornelia , who had come in through the little gate between the firs in time to catch Owen 's last remark . Miss Cornelia liked Owen ; but it was a matter of principle with her to visit any `` high-falutin '' language from a man with a snub . Miss Cornelia personated the comedy that ever peeps around the corner at the tragedy of life . Anne , whose nerves had been rather strained , laughed hysterically , and even Owen smiled . Certainly , sentiment and passion had a way of shrinking out of sight in Miss Cornelia 's presence . And yet to Anne nothing seemed quite as hopeless and dark and painful as it had seemed a few moments before . But sleep was far from her eyes that night . CHAPTER 27 ON THE SAND BAR Owen Ford left Four Winds the next morning . In the evening Anne went over to see Leslie , but found nobody . The house was locked and there was no light in any window . It looked like a home left soulless . Leslie did not run over on the following day -- which Anne thought a bad sign . Gilbert having occasion to go in the evening to the fishing cove , Anne drove with him to the Point , intending to stay awhile with Captain Jim . But the great light , cutting its swathes through the fog of the autumn evening , was in care of Alec Boyd and Captain Jim was away . `` What will you do ? '' asked Gilbert . `` Come with me ? '' `` I do n't want to go to the cove -- but I 'll go over the channel with you , and roam about on the sand shore till you come back . The rock shore is too slippery and grim tonight . ''
Alone on the sands XXXXX the bar Anne gave herself up to the eerie charm of the night .
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