автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Anne's House of Dreams

Lucy Maud Montgomery

gods, so says the old superstition, do not like to behold too happy mortals.

It was the RIGHT thing to do—and so 'twas the only thing. There ain't no question in my mind about THAT.

My fire will give them my good-will and greeting—they will be gone before I come back, and my house will be mine once more.

Tonight I am sure it is keeping a tryst with the past."

I feel as if it concealed innumerable mysteries—as if I were surrounded by the wraiths of old generations of Four Winds people peering at me through that gray veil.

"Yes, red—to give warmth to that milk-white skin and those shining gray-green eyes of yours.

"I have a few books of father's—not many," she said.

"I hope you'll look on our bookshelves as your own," said Anne.

My only chance for earthly immortality is a corner in your Memoirs."

Anne looked about her with bright, appreciative eyes