CHAPTER TEN
Gilbert breathed in the salty sea air. He had been sailing over the North Atlantic Ocean for almost a week now. He still felt a wrench of homesickness whenever he thought of Avonlea, or more particularly, the thought of Anne back home on Prince Edward Island.
He forced (or at least tried to force) himself to forget about her – after all, it would do him no good to dwell on her potential relationship with Adam Lynde. All his brotherly feelings toward Adam had vanished; now all that was left was a deep, burning hatred for him, a dark pitance of pain, an intense loathing for the man who had stolen away the only person who made his life worth living.
Gilbert waited in anticipation to arrive in Liverpool. Perhaps he would enjoy his stay there so much that he would stay in England for good. Perhaps he would even find the love of his life – the love of his life whose name wasn't Anne – and marry her. Thoughts suddenly cheered, he looked over the sea a second time in a feeling of greater optimism. He looked forward to the future now, and gradually, slowly but surely, he vowed that he would forget that a redheaded girl named Anne Shirley even existed.
Gilbert breathed in the salty sea air. He had been sailing over the North Atlantic Ocean for almost a week now. He still felt a wrench of homesickness whenever he thought of Avonlea, or more particularly, the thought of Anne back home on Prince Edward Island.
He forced (or at least tried to force) himself to forget about her – after all, it would do him no good to dwell on her potential relationship with Adam Lynde. All his brotherly feelings toward Adam had vanished; now all that was left was a deep, burning hatred for him, a dark pitance of pain, an intense loathing for the man who had stolen away the only person who made his life worth living.
Gilbert waited in anticipation to arrive in Liverpool. Perhaps he would enjoy his stay there so much that he would stay in England for good. Perhaps he would even find the love of his life – the love of his life whose name wasn't Anne – and marry her. Thoughts suddenly cheered, he looked over the sea a second time in a feeling of greater optimism. He looked forward to the future now, and gradually, slowly but surely, he vowed that he would forget that a redheaded girl named Anne Shirley even existed.