We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.

Yes, it's beautiful,' said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne's uplifted face, 'but wouldn't it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?

Rebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by – not because she had no future but because she had no past.

Rilla's heart skipped a beat — or, if that be a physiological impossibility, she thought it did.

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.