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“He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while at her open window, thinking of the past and dreaming of the future. Outside the Snow Queen was mistily white in the moonshine; the frogs were singing in the marsh beyond Orchard Slope. Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.”

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Book:Anne of Green Gables
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Anne of Green Gables

'Anne of Green Gables' is a beloved children's novel by L.M. Montgomery. The story revolves around Anne Shirley, a young girl with a vivid imagination and a strong sense of justice. After being mistakenly sent to live with the spinster sisters Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert on Prince Edward Island, Anne quickly becomes a beloved member of the family. The novel is filled with her mischievous antics, her deep friendships, and her quest to find her place in the world. It is celebrated for its warmth, humor, and its exploration of themes such as identity, imagination, and the importance of family. more

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