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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