Miss Cornelia liked Owen; but it was a matter of
principle with her to visit any "high-falutin"
language from a man with a snub.
Miss Cornelia personated the comedy that ever peeps
around the corner at the tragedy of life. Anne, whose
nerves had been rather strained, laughed hysterically,
and even Owen smiled. Certainly, sentiment and
passion had a way of shrinking out of sight in Miss
Cornelia's presence. And yet to Anne nothing seemed
quite as hopeless and dark and painful as it had seemed
a few moments before. But sleep was far from her eyes
that night.
CHAPTER 27
ON THE SAND BAR
Owen Ford left Four Winds the next morning. In the
evening Anne went over to see Leslie, but found nobody.
The house was locked and there was no light in any
window. It looked like a home left soulless. Leslie
did not run over on the following day--which Anne
thought a bad sign.
Gilbert having occasion to go in the evening to the
fishing cove, Anne drove with him to the Point,
intending to stay awhile with Captain Jim. But the
great light, cutting its swathes through the fog of the
autumn evening, was in care of Alec Boyd and Captain
Jim was away.
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