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When I left Queen’s my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don’t know what lies around the bend, but I’m going to believe that the best does.

We’ve got each other, Anne. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here--if you’d never come.

You mayn’t get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.

And I’ll read to you and keep you cheered up. You sha’n’t be dull or lonesome. And we’ll be real cozy and happy here together, you and I.

And, Leslie, I can’t help believing that life has something good and beautiful for you yet.

Talking it all out seems to have done away with it, somehow. It’s very strange--and I thought it so real and bitter. It’s like opening the door of a dark room to show some hideous creature you’ve believed to be there--and when the light streams in your monster turns out to have been just a shadow, vanishing when the light comes.

I’d be real happy even if we couldn’t talk at all, when I come here--jest to sit and look at you and your pictures and your flowers would be enough of a treat.

All sorts of mornings are interesting, don’t you think? You don’t know what’s going to happen through the day, and there’s so much scope for imagination.

I make so many mistakes. But then just think of all the mistakes I don’t make, although I might.

I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

But have you ever noticed one encouraging thing about me, Marilla? I never make the same mistake twice.

Marilla, isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?

Anne’s horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queen’s; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it.

It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes--what there is of green glory and soft, checkered light and shadows--what new landscapes--what new beauties--what curves and hills and valleys further on.

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.

I don’t know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.