Anne
 was already tasting Christmas happiness.  She fairly sparkled as the 
train left the station.  The ugly streets slipped past her...  she was 
going home...  home to Green Gables.  Out in the open country the world 
was all golden-white and pale violet, woven here and there with the dark
 magic of spruces and the leafless delicacy of birches.  The low sun 
behind the bare woods seemed rushing through the trees like a splendid 
god, as the train sped on."
L.M.Mongomery
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