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ANNE’S HOUSE OF DREAMS
alluringly over the silver sand-dunes; the waves would still call from the red rock-coves.
“But we will be gone,” said Anne through her tears.
She went out, closing and locking the door behind her. Gilbert was waiting for her with a smile. The lighthouse star was gleaming northward. The little garden, where only marigolds still bloomed, was already hooding itself in shadows.
Anne knelt down and kissed the worn old step which she had crossed as a bride.
“Good-bye, dear little house of dreams,” she said.
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