`` They make our little ambitions seem rather petty , do n't they , Anne ? '' `` I think , if ever any great sorrow came to me , I would come to the pines for comfort , '' said Anne dreamily . `` I hope no great sorrow ever will come to you , Anne , '' said Gilbert , who could not connect the idea of sorrow with the vivid , joyous creature beside him , unwitting that those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths , and that the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply . `` But there must -- sometime , '' mused Anne . `` Life seems like a cup of glory held to my lips just now . But there must be some bitterness in it -- there is in every cup . I shall taste mine some day . Well , I hope I shall be strong and brave to meet it . And I hope it wo n't be through my own fault that it will come . Do you remember what Dr. Davis said last Sunday evening -- that the sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them , while the sorrows we brought on ourselves , through folly or wickedness , were by far the hardest to bear ? But we must n't talk of sorrow on an afternoon like this . It 's meant for the sheer joy of living , is n't it ? '' `` If I had my way I 'd shut everything out of your life but happiness and pleasure , Anne , '' said Gilbert in the tone that meant `` danger ahead . '' `` Then you would be very unwise , '' rejoined Anne hastily . `` I 'm sure no life can be properly developed and rounded out without some trial and sorrow -- though I suppose it is only when we are pretty comfortable that we admit it . Come -- the others have got to the pavilion and are beckoning to us . '' They all sat down in the little pavilion to watch an autumn sunset of deep red fire and pallid gold . To their left lay Kingsport , its roofs and spires dim in their shroud of violet smoke . To their right lay the harbor , taking on tints of rose and copper as it stretched out into the sunset . Before them the water shimmered , satin smooth and silver gray , and beyond , clean shaven William 's Island loomed out of the mist , guarding the town like a sturdy bulldog .
Its lighthouse beacon flared through the XXXXX like a baleful star , and was answered by another in the far horizon .
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