CHAPTER TWELVE
It was widely known throughout the parts of Avonlea that Adam Lynde and Anne Shirley were quite a couple. Though Anne was besotted with Adam, she had given up hope long ago that she would ever hear from Gilbert again. Even though she had no hint as to his wellbeing, deep down she knew that he was still alive. She didn't suspect that she was the cause of his departure; nor that Mr Blythe secretly knew exactly where he was. Anne continued to live, day by day, in a misinformed world where she knew only half the story that haunted her in every waking moment.
Adam felt he was the happiest man on earth, having won Anne's heart, finally. She was his now, and he treated her with the care of a man in possession of the greatest and most delicate, precious diamond in the world. He trod around her her on tiptoe, as though any sudden movements could shatter his bubble of happiness and contentment.
One morning, deep in the heart of autumn, where the mahogany Avonlea oaks shed their leaves in a multitude of vibrant coloured blankets on the ground, Anne met with Adam beside The Lake of Shining Waters, where they had shared their first kiss three months earlier. Anne's richly tinted red hair was pulled loosely in a braid down her back, and flowing strands fluttered in the gentle breeze. Adam thought she had never looked so beautiful, and with his quest in mind, he felt a sudden flare of confidence as he gazed into her eyes, the eyes he found so wonderfully captivating.
He grasped her hand as they watched the trees rustling restlessly in the breeze. He felt his arm move around Anne's shoulders, and her head rest on his shoulder. They both stood for a few moments. Adam was content enough in his love's presence not to speak. Anne was, too, satisfied.
'Anne,' he said, 'I want to ask you something. I love you so much it hurts. I want to know…well...will you marry me?'
Anne smiled, and though wondering if she was doing the right thing, she clutched his hand in hers. 'Yes,' she whispered, and drew him in for a kiss.
It was widely known throughout the parts of Avonlea that Adam Lynde and Anne Shirley were quite a couple. Though Anne was besotted with Adam, she had given up hope long ago that she would ever hear from Gilbert again. Even though she had no hint as to his wellbeing, deep down she knew that he was still alive. She didn't suspect that she was the cause of his departure; nor that Mr Blythe secretly knew exactly where he was. Anne continued to live, day by day, in a misinformed world where she knew only half the story that haunted her in every waking moment.
Adam felt he was the happiest man on earth, having won Anne's heart, finally. She was his now, and he treated her with the care of a man in possession of the greatest and most delicate, precious diamond in the world. He trod around her her on tiptoe, as though any sudden movements could shatter his bubble of happiness and contentment.
One morning, deep in the heart of autumn, where the mahogany Avonlea oaks shed their leaves in a multitude of vibrant coloured blankets on the ground, Anne met with Adam beside The Lake of Shining Waters, where they had shared their first kiss three months earlier. Anne's richly tinted red hair was pulled loosely in a braid down her back, and flowing strands fluttered in the gentle breeze. Adam thought she had never looked so beautiful, and with his quest in mind, he felt a sudden flare of confidence as he gazed into her eyes, the eyes he found so wonderfully captivating.
He grasped her hand as they watched the trees rustling restlessly in the breeze. He felt his arm move around Anne's shoulders, and her head rest on his shoulder. They both stood for a few moments. Adam was content enough in his love's presence not to speak. Anne was, too, satisfied.
'Anne,' he said, 'I want to ask you something. I love you so much it hurts. I want to know…well...will you marry me?'
Anne smiled, and though wondering if she was doing the right thing, she clutched his hand in hers. 'Yes,' she whispered, and drew him in for a kiss.