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Chapter 4

The first week was passed and Gilbert and Anne talked a lot. Sometimes he visited her during his lunch hour. It was so easy for him to talk with her. They spoke about everything and understand each other great. Gilbert noticed that no one visit Anne. He inquired by Martha, if she knows if someone visits Anne. But Martha shacked negative her head: "No! I don't see someone. But I find it very odd, because she is such a nice lady." Yes, it was odd. Gilbert decided to ask her.

Anne didn't notice his presence at once, because she was complete plunge into her work. She sat in the bed and wrote eager. Papers laid dot about the bedspread. Gilbert observed her for a moment. A hair lock gets loosed from the plait and hangs into her face. It seems as she forgot everything around herself. "What are you writing all the time?" Gilbert asked smiling. Startled Anne looked up. With blushing cheeks she starts hasty to pick up the papers. "Nothing.I mean nothing important." She answered hasty. "I.I only try to bring my thoughts onto the paper." She put the paper aside and smiled. "I have only sometimes my literary dreams. But I don't believe that I can write a book some time. Just, the thought was well, but in words it sounds somehow clumsy and not so, as I have dreamt it." She laughed and stroked the rebellious hair lock away. "I haven't known that you are a writer." "No, I'm not a writer. But I wished I were it." A paper was fall down from the bed and lay on the floor. Gilbert bends to it and picked it up. He saw her pretty handwriting. "Please, don't read it!" Anne shouted loud. He laughed about her outcry and reached her the paper. "Have you such fear that someone could read it?" Anne looked ashamed down: "Still a little bit. I fear it could be too sentimental." "I don't believe this. I guess you write great stories." Nothing at his voice sounds dishonest. Anne smiled thankful to him. For a moment he felt regular captive from her grey-green eyes. "Ah.I think you can stand up from this bed, soon. Than you could walk with crutches." He changed quickly the topic. "Really?" Anne called enthusiastic. "You must know it is hard for me to lie still in this bed." "You have recovered well. There is no objection to it. I want ask you something, Miss Shirley." He sat down on the chair next to her bed. "Why don't you get visit?" "Who should visit me?" Anne asked and looked astonished to him. "Most of the people getting visit from their family and friends." "I have two very well friends from the College time. But one of them is Japan and the other is gone to the West." Anne explained. "But what is with your parents?" He asked amazed. "My parents are dead. I'm an orphan. They died, as I was 3 months old." "Oh, I don't know that. Sorry that I ask so silly. It is only that I want to know more about your life." Anne laughed timid: "There isn't a lot to know about my life. I have never known my parents. I grew up at different places. Once I live with some families and once I live again in the orphanage. I have made my teacher examination and since that time, I teach at Hopetown orphanage, where I spend some time in my childhood. I knew the life from an orphan, and I want to give my pupils a little bit joy in their life. There is no more about me. Where do you come from? Where live your parents?" "I come from PEI. Exactly from a small village named Avonlea." "Avonlea?" Anne starred astonished at him. Gilbert nodded and he was wondering what she find so curious on the name. "I was still once in Avonlea." Suddenly her facial expression was dreamily and her thoughts seemed very far away. "You war in Avonlea? When?" Gilbert asked. "Many years ago. Do you know Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert from Green Gables? I had almost live there. But this dream shouldn't get reality. At that time, the Cuthbert's want receive an orphan child." "Yes, I have heard it. My mother told it me some time." "But everything was only a misunderstanding. They want a boy and not a girl." She looked up and he could hear sadness in her voice. He don't want to see her sad. "I'm sorry to hear this." "I had one wonderful day at Green Gables, and I have never forgotten it. After this, I lived a few time with the Blewitt`s and if the day with Mrs. Blewitt was hard, I picked some memories from Green Gables in my mind. I have imagined a life at Green gables, this comfort me. Do you know accidental, how are the Cuthbert's?" She asked. "I knew the Cuthbert's only a little bit. Mr. Cuthbert died years ago and Miss Cuthbert died last year." "Oh, the two were for all that very nice to me. Especially Mr. Cuthbert, I have known immediately that he was a kindred spirit." She looked to the window. "A kindred spirit? What do you mean with that?" Gilbert smiled. "Someone who can understand you at the first go. Someone you like at once." "What do you think, am I a kindred spirit, Miss Shirley?" he tried to tease her and looked down on himself. She says nothing for a moment, than she answered: "Yes, you are a kindred spirit, Dr. Blythe. I have known it since the first moment." Gilbert looked in her grey-green eyes, which glittering so beautiful. The read hair, the pretty nose, and he noticed every freckle in her face. His heart beat suddenly wildly in his chest. At this moment he knows that he loved her. Yes, he was fallen in love with this odd Miss Shirley, and he knew he had loved her since the first moment. Both said nothing for a while. Than he smiled: "I'm pleased to her this." Anne smiled, too and her cheeks blushing. "Well, I . I must back to work." Gilbert tried to calm down his heartbeat. "We see us." His hear beat still wildly as he had left the room. But he was happy, too. It seems, as Miss Shirley liked him, too. A kindred spirit, what a nice thought.