Behind them in the garden the little stone house brooded among the shadows. It was lonely but not forsaken. It had not yet done with dreams and laughter and the joy of life; there were to be future summers for the little stone house; meanwhile, it could wait. And over the river in purple durance the echoes bided their time.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryThat doesn't sound very attractive," laughed Anne. "I like people to have a little nonsense about them.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryThat's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.
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