I
don't see how you could help telling him everything."
"Everything about my own concerns--yes. But not my
friends' secrets."
"I couldn't have HIM know. But I'm glad YOU know. I
would feel guilty if there were anything I was ashamed
to tell you. I hope Miss Cornelia won't find out.
Sometimes I feel as if those terrible, kind brown eyes
of hers read my very soul. Oh, I wish this mist would
never lift--I wish I could just stay in it forever,
hidden away from every living being. I don't see how I
can go on with life. This summer has been so full. I
never was lonely for a moment. Before Owen came there
used to be horrible moments--when I had been with you
and Gilbert--and then had to leave you. You two would
walk away together and I would walk away ALONE. After
Owen came he was always there to walk home with me--we
would laugh and talk as you and Gilbert were
doing--there were no more lonely, envious moments for
me. And NOW! Oh, yes, I've been a fool. Let's have
done talking about my folly. I'll never bore you with
it again."
"Here is Gilbert, and you are coming back with us,"
said Anne, who had no intention of leaving Leslie to
wander alone on the sand-bar on such a night and in
such a mood.
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