I only imagined I was.
YOU know that.

You KNOW I'd rather be your wife in our house of dreams and fulfillment than a queen in a palace." Gilbert's answer was not in words; but I am afraid that both of them forgot poor Leslie speeding her lonely way across the fields to a house that was neither a palace nor the fulfillment of a dream.
The moon was rising over the sad, dark sea behind them and transfiguring it.

Her light had not yet reached the harbor, the further side of which was shadowy and suggestive, with dim coves and rich glooms and jewelling lights.
"How the home lights shine out tonight through the dark!" said Anne.
"That string of them over the harbor looks like a necklace.

And what a coruscation there is up at the Glen! Oh, look, Gilbert; there is ours.
I'm so glad we left it burning.

I hate to come home to a dark house.
OUR homelight, Gilbert! Isn't it lovely to see ?" "Just one of earth's many millions of homes, Anne--girl--but ours--OURS--our beacon in 'a naughty world.' When a fellow has a home and a dear, little, red-haired wife in it what more need he ask of life ?" "Well, he might ask ONE thing more," whispered Anne happily.