`` She was standing by that gate -- no , do n't look back . She is still watching us . I never saw such a beautiful face . '' `` I do n't remember seeing any very handsome girls while I was here . There are some pretty girls up at the Glen , but I hardly think they could be called beautiful . '' `` This girl is . You ca n't have seen her , or you would remember her . Nobody could forget her . I never saw such a face except in pictures . And her hair ! It made me think of Browning 's ` cord of gold ' and ` gorgeous snake ' ! '' `` Probably she 's some visitor in Four Winds -- likely some one from that big summer hotel over the harbor . '' `` She wore a white apron and she was driving geese . '' `` She might do that for amusement . Look , Anne -- there 's our house . '' Anne looked and forgot for a time the girl with the splendid , resentful eyes . The first glimpse of her new home was a delight to eye and spirit -- it looked so like a big , creamy seashell stranded on the harbor shore . The rows of tall Lombardy poplars down its lane stood out in stately , purple silhouette against the sky . Behind it , sheltering its garden from the too keen breath of sea winds , was a cloudy fir wood , in which the winds might make all kinds of weird and haunting music . Like all woods , it seemed to be holding and enfolding secrets in its recesses , -- secrets whose charm is only to be won by entering in and patiently seeking .
Outwardly , dark green arms keep them inviolate from curious or indifferent XXXXX .
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