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"I've come up to ask you to go for one of our old-time rambles through September woods and ‘over hills where spices grow,' this afternoon," said Gilbert, coming suddenly around the porch corner. "Suppose we visit Hester Gray's garden."
Anne, sitting on the stone step with her lap full of a pale, filmy, green stuff, looked up rather blankly.