"
Anne was miserably silent, hampered by her deductions
from her conversation with Owen. Leslie went on
feverishly, as if she found relief in speech.
"I was so happy all this summer, Anne--happier than I
ever was in my life. I thought it was because
everything had been made clear between you and me, and
that it was our friendship which made life seem so
beautiful and full once more. And it WAS, in part--but
not all--oh, not nearly all. I know now why everything
was so different. And now it's all over--and he has
gone. How can I live, Anne? When I turned back into
the house this morning after he had gone the solitude
struck me like a blow in the face."
"It won't seem so hard by and by, dear," said Anne,
who always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that
she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting.
Besides, she remembered how well- meant speeches had
hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.
"Oh, it seems to me it will grow harder all the time,"
said Leslie miserably. "I've nothing to look forward
to. Morning will come after morning--and he will not
come back--he will never come back.
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