“Yes, it's beautiful,' said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne's uplifted face, 'but wouldn't it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?”
. . .Gilbert wisely said nothing more; but in his silence he read the history of the next four years in the light of Anne's remembered blush. Four years of earnest, happy work. . .and then the guerdon of a useful knowledge gained and a sweet heart won.
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
in gentle memory of Jonathan Crombie, 1966-2015