Rilla pressed her arm sympathetically . `` Was n't it dreadful , Miss Oliver ? I do n't know why Jem tells such gruesome things at a time like this when we 're all out for fun . '' `` Do you think it dreadful , Rilla ? I thought it wonderful -- beautiful . Such a story makes one ashamed of ever doubting human nature . That man 's action was godlike . And how humanity responds to the ideal of self-sacrifice . As for my shiver , I do n't know what caused it . The evening is certainly warm enough . Perhaps someone is walking over the dark , starshiny spot that is to be my grave . That is the explanation the old superstition would give . Well , I wo n't think of that on this lovely night . Do you know , Rilla , that when night-time comes I 'm always glad I live in the country . We know the real charm of night here as town dwellers never do . Every night is beautiful in the country -- even the stormy ones . I love a wild night storm on this old gulf shore . As for a night like this , it is almost too beautiful -- it belongs to youth and dreamland and I 'm half afraid of it . '' `` I feel as if I were part of it , '' said Rilla . `` Ah yes , you 're young enough not to be afraid of perfect things .
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