L.M. Montgomery Quotes

Oh, Mr. Cuthbert," She Whispered, That Place We Came Through
that White Place
what Was It?"
"Well Now, You Must Mean The Avenue," Said Matthew After A Few Moments' Profound Reflection. "It Is A Kind Of Pretty Place."
"Pretty? Oh, PRETTY Doesn't Seem The Right Word To Use. Nor Beautiful, Either. They Don't Go Far Enough. Oh, It Was Wonderful
wonderful. It's The First Thing I Ever Saw That Couldn't Be Improved Upon By Imagination. It Just Satisfies Me Here"
she Put One Hand On Her Breast
"it Made A Queer Funny Ache And Yet It Was A Pleasant Ache. Did You Ever Have An Ache Like That, Mr. Cuthbert?"
"Well Now, I Just Can't Recollect That I Ever Had."
"I Have It Lots Of Time
whenever I See Anything Royally Beautiful. But They Shouldn't Call That Lovely Place The Avenue. There Is No Meaning In A Name Like That. They Should Call It
let Me See
the White Way Of Delight. Isn't That A Nice Imaginative Name?

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