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But You Have Such Dimples," Said Anne, Smiling Affectionately Into The Pretty, Vivacious Face So Near Her Own. "lovely Dimples, Like Little Dents In Cream. I Have Given Up All Hope Of Dimples. My Dimple-dream Will Never Come True; But So Many Of My Dreams Have That I Mustn't Complain. Am I All Ready Now?

-Lucy Maud Montgomery

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But You Have Such Dimples," Said Anne, Smiling Affectionately Into The Pretty, Vivacious Face So Near Her Own. "lovely Dimples, Like Little Dents In Cream. I Have Given Up All Hope Of Dimples. My Dimple-dream Will Never Come True; But So Many Of My Dreams Have That I Mustn't Complain. Am I All Ready Now?

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It's The Worst Kind Of Cruelty — The Thoughtless Kind. You Can't Cope With It.

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Gossip Lies Nine Times And Tells A Half Truth The Tenth.

A Good Laugh Is As Good As A Prayer Sometimes.

Most Things Are Predestined, But Some Are Just Darn Sheer Luck, Said Roaring Abel.

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People Who Haven’t Red Hair Don’t Know What Trouble Is.

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You Must Pay The Penalty Of Growing-up, Paul. You Must Leave Fairyland Behind You.

Anne Laughed And Sighed. She Felt Very Old And Mature And Wise — Which Showed How Young She Was.

Behind Them In The Garden The Little Stone House Brooded Among The Shadows. It Was Lonely But Not Forsaken. It Had Not Yet Done With Dreams And Laughter And The Joy Of Life; There Were To Be Future Summers For The Little Stone House; Meanwhile, It Could Wait. And Over The River In Purple Durance The Echoes Bided Their Time.

But It Ain't Our Feelings We Have To Steer By Through Life--no, No, We'd Make Shipwreck Mighty Often If We Did That. There's Only The One Safe Compass And We've Got To Set Our Course By That--what It's Right To Do.

She Suddenly Found Herself Laughing Without Bitterness.

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