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The fifth novel in Lucy Maud Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables series, Anne's House of Dreams follows protagonist Anne Shirley during a challenging but rewarding period of transition in her life, as she and childhood sweetheart Gilbert Blythe settle into the rhythms of married life.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 février 2012
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781775456858
Langue	English

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ANNE'S HOUSE OF DREAMS
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LUCY MAUD MONTGOMERY

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Anne's House of Dreams First published in 1917 ISBN 978-1-77545-685-8 © 2012 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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Chapter 1 - In the Garret of Green Gables Chapter 2 - The House of Dreams Chapter 3 - The Land of Dreams Among Chapter 4 - The First Bride of Green Gables Chapter 5 - The Home Coming Chapter 6 - Captain Jim Chapter 7 - The Schoolmaster's Bride Chapter 8 - Miss Cornelia Bryant Comes to Call Chapter 9 - An Evening at Four Winds Point Chapter 10 - Leslie Moore Chapter 11 - The Story of Leslie Moore Chapter 12 - Leslie Comes Over Chapter 13 - A Ghostly Evening Chapter 14 - November Days Chapter 15 - Christmas at Four Winds Chapter 16 - New Year's Eve at the Light Chapter 17 - A Four Winds Winter Chapter 18 - Spring Days Chapter 19 - Dawn and Dusk Chapter 20 - Lost Margaret Chapter 21 - Barriers Swept Away Chapter 22 - Miss Cornelia Arranges Matters Chapter 23 - Owen Ford Comes Chapter 24 - The Life-Book of Captain Jim Chapter 25 - The Writing of the Book Chapter 26 - Owen Ford's Confession Chapter 27 - On the Sand Bar Chapter 28 - Odds and Ends Chapter 29 - Gilbert and Anne Disagree Chapter 30 - Leslie Decides Chapter 31 - The Truth Makes Free Chapter 32 - Miss Cornelia Discusses the Affair Chapter 33 - Leslie Returns Chapter 34 - The Ship O'Dreams Comes to Harbor Chapter 35 - Politics at Four Winds Chapter 36 - Beauty for Ashes Chapter 37 - Miss Cornelia Makes a Startling Announcement Chapter 38 - Red Roses Chapter 39 - Captain Jim Crosses the Bar Chapter 40 - Farewell to the House of Dreams
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"To Laura, in memory of the olden time."
Chapter 1 - In the Garret of Green Gables
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"Thanks be, I'm done with geometry, learning or teaching it," said AnneShirley, a trifle vindictively, as she thumped a somewhat batteredvolume of Euclid into a big chest of books, banged the lid in triumph,and sat down upon it, looking at Diana Wright across the Green Gablesgarret, with gray eyes that were like a morning sky.
The garret was a shadowy, suggestive, delightful place, as all garretsshould be. Through the open window, by which Anne sat, blew the sweet,scented, sun-warm air of the August afternoon; outside, poplar boughsrustled and tossed in the wind; beyond them were the woods, whereLover's Lane wound its enchanted path, and the old apple orchard whichstill bore its rosy harvests munificently. And, over all, was a greatmountain range of snowy clouds in the blue southern sky. Through theother window was glimpsed a distant, white-capped, blue sea—thebeautiful St. Lawrence Gulf, on which floats, like a jewel, Abegweit,whose softer, sweeter Indian name has long been forsaken for the moreprosaic one of Prince Edward Island.
Diana Wright, three years older than when we last saw her, had grownsomewhat matronly in the intervening time. But her eyes were as blackand brilliant, her cheeks as rosy, and her dimples as enchanting, as inthe long-ago days when she and Anne Shirley had vowed eternalfriendship in the garden at Orchard Slope. In her arms she held asmall, sleeping, black-curled creature, who for two happy years hadbeen known to the world of Avonlea as "Small Anne Cordelia." Avonleafolks knew why Diana had called her Anne, of course, but Avonlea folkswere puzzled by the Cordelia. There had never been a Cordelia in theWright or Barry connections. Mrs. Harmon Andrews said she supposedDiana had found the name in some trashy novel, and wondered that Fredhadn't more sense than to allow it. But Diana and Anne smiled at eachother. They knew how Small Anne Cordelia had come by her name.
"You always hated geometry," said Diana with a retrospective smile. "Ishould think you'd be real glad to be through with teaching, anyhow."
"Oh, I've always liked teaching, apart from geometry. These past threeyears in Summerside have been very pleasant ones. Mrs. Harmon Andrewstold me when I came home that I wouldn't likely find married life asmuch better than teaching as I expected. Evidently Mrs. Harmon is ofHamlet's opinion that it may be better to bear the ills that we havethan fly to others that we know not of."
Anne's laugh, as blithe and irresistible as of yore, with an added noteof sweetness and maturity, rang through the garret. Marilla in thekitchen below, compounding blue plum preserve, heard it and smiled;then sighed to think how seldom that dear laugh would echo throughGreen Gables in the years to come. Nothing in her life had ever givenMarilla so much happiness as the knowledge that Anne was going to marryGilbert Blythe; but every joy must bring with it its little shadow ofsorrow. During the three Summerside years Anne had been home often forvacations and weekends; but, after this, a bi-annual visit would be asmuch as could be hoped for.
"You needn't let what Mrs. Harmon says worry you," said Diana, with thecalm assurance of the four-years matron. "Married life has its ups anddowns, of course. You mustn't expect that everything will always gosmoothly. But I can assure you, Anne, that it's a happy life, whenyou're married to the right man."
Anne smothered a smile. Diana's airs of vast experience always amusedher a little.
"I daresay I'll be putting them on too, when I've been married fouryears," she thought. "Surely my sense of humor will preserve me fromit, though."
"Is it settled yet where you are going to live?" asked Diana, cuddlingSmall Anne Cordelia with the inimitable gesture of motherhood whichalways sent through Anne's heart, filled with sweet, unuttered dreamsand hopes, a thrill that was half pure pleasure and half a strange,ethereal pain.
"Yes. That was what I wanted to tell you when I 'phoned to you to comedown today. By the way, I can't realize that we really have telephonesin Avonlea now. It sounds so preposterously up-to-date and modernishfor this darling, leisurely old place."
"We can thank the A. V. I. S. for them," said Diana. "We should neverhave got the line if they hadn't taken the matter up and carried itthrough. There was enough cold water thrown to discourage any society.But they stuck to it, nevertheless. You did a splendid thing forAvonlea when you founded that society, Anne. What fun we did have atour meetings! Will you ever forget the blue hall and Judson Parker'sscheme for painting medicine advertisements on his fence?"
"I don't know that I'm wholly grateful to the A. V. I. S. in thematter of the telephone," said Anne. "Oh, I know it's mostconvenient—even more so than our old device of signalling to eachother by flashes of candlelight! And, as Mrs. Rachel says, 'Avonleamust keep up with the procession, that's what.' But somehow I feel asif I didn't want Avonlea spoiled by what Mr. Harrison, when he wants tobe witty, calls 'modern inconveniences.' I should like to have it keptalways just as it was in the dear old years. That's foolish—andsentimental—and impossible. So I shall immediately become wise andpractical and possible. The telephone, as Mr. Harrison concedes, is 'abuster of a good thing'—even if you do know that probably half a dozeninterested people are listening along the line."
"That's the worst of it," sighed Diana. "It's so annoying to hear thereceivers going down whenever you ring anyone up. They say Mrs. HarmonAndrews insisted that their 'phone should be put in their kitchen justso that she could listen whenever it rang and keep an eye on the dinnerat the same time. Today, when you called me, I distinctly heard thatqueer clock of the Pyes' striking. So no doubt Josie or Gertie waslistening."
"Oh, so that is why you said, 'You've got a new clock at Green Gables,haven't you?' I couldn't imagine what you meant. I heard a viciousclick as soon as you had spoken. I suppose it was the Pye receiverbeing hung up with profane energy. Well, never mind the Pyes. As Mrs.Rachel says, 'Pyes they always were and Pyes they always will be, worldwithout end, amen.' I want to talk of pleasanter things. It's allsettled as to where my new home shall be."
"Oh, Anne, where? I do hope it's near here."
"No-o-o, that's the drawback. Gilbert is going to settle at Four WindsHarbor—sixty miles from here."
"Sixty! It might as well be six hundred," sighed Diana. "I never canget further from home now than Charlottetown."
"You'll have to come to Four Winds. It's the most beautiful harbor onthe Island. There's a little village called Glen St. Mary at its head,and Dr. David Blythe has been practicing there for fifty years. He isGilbert's great-uncle, you know. He is going to retire, and Gilbert isto take over his practice. Dr. Blythe is going to keep his house,though, so we shall have to find a habitation for ourselves. I don'tknow yet what it is, or where it will be in reality, but I have alittle house o'dreams all furnished in my imagination—a tiny,delightful castle in Spain."
"Where are you going for your wedding tour?" asked Diana.
"Nowhere. Don't look horrified, Diana dearest. You suggest Mrs.Harmon Andrews. She, no doubt, will remark condescendingly that peoplewho can't afford wedding 'towers' are real sensible not to take them;and then she'll remind me that Jane went to Europe for hers. I want tospend MY honeymoon at Four Winds in my own dear house of dreams."
"And you've decided not to have any bridesmaid?"
"There isn't any one to have. You and Phil and Priscilla and Jane allstole a march on me in the matter of marriage; and Stella is teachingin Vancouver. I have no other 'kin