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Anne, alone in her room. for Gilbert had been called out. sat down at her window for a few minutes of communion with the tenderness of the night and of enjoyment of the eerie charm of her moonlit room. Say what you will, thought Anne, there is always something a little strange about a moonlit room. Its whole personality is changed. It is not so friendly. so human. It is remote and aloof and wrapped up in itself. Almost it regards you as an intruder.
She was a little tired after her busy day and everything was so beautifully quiet now. the children asleep, Ingleside restored to order. There was no sound in the house except a faint rhythmic thumping from the kitchen where Susan was setting her bread.