The garret was a shadowy, suggestive, delightful place, as all garrets should be.Through the open window, by which Anne sat, blew the sweet, scented, sun-warmair of the August afternoon; outside, poplar boughs rustled and tossed in the wind;beyond them were the woods, where Lover's Lane wound its enchanted path, andthe old apple orchard which still bore its rosy harvests munificently. And, over all, was a great mountain range of snowy clouds in the blue southern sky. Through theother window was glimpsed a distant, white-capped, blue sea-the beautiful St.Lawrence Gulf, on which floats, like a jewel, Abegweit, whose softer, sweeter Indianname has long been forsaken for the more prosaic one of Prince Edward Island
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