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XXX. A Wedding at the Stone House
Thentheveildroppedagain;buttheAnnewhowalkedupthedarklanewasnotquitethesameAnnewhohaddrivengailydownittheeveningbefore.Thepageofgirlhoodhadbeenturned,asbyanunseenfinger,andthepageofwomanhoodwasbeforeherwithallitscharmandmystery,itspainandgladness.
Gilbertwiselysaidnothingmore;butinhissilencehereadthehistoryofthenextfouryearsinthelightofAnne’srememberedblush.Fouryearsofearnest,happywork...andthentheguerdonofausefulknowledgegainedandasweetheartwon.
Behindtheminthegardenthelittlestonehousebroodedamongtheshadows.Itwaslonelybutnotforsaken.Ithadnotyetdonewithdreamsandlaughterandthejoyoflife;thereweretobefuturesummersforthelittlestonehouse;meanwhile,itcouldwait.Andovertheriverinpurpledurancetheechoesbidedtheirtime.
