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Anne Of The Island

CHAPTER VIII
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Anne's First Proposal The old year did not slip away in a green twilight, with a pinky-yellow sunset.

Instead, it went out with a wild, white bluster and blow.

It was one of the nights when the storm-wind hurtles over the frozen meadows and black hollows, and moans around the eaves like a lost creature, and drives the snow sharply against the shaking panes.
"Just the sort of night people like to cuddle down between their blankets and count their mercies," said Anne to Jane Andrews, who had come up to spend the afternoon and stay all night.

But when they were cuddled between their blankets, in Anne's little porch room, it was not her mercies of which Jane was thinking.
"Anne," she said very solemnly, "I want to tell you something.

May I" Anne was feeling rather sleepy after the party Ruby Gillis had given the night before.


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