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For a moment Anne hesitated. She had an odd, newly awakened consciousness under all her outraged dignity that the half shy, half eager expression in Gilberts hazel eyes was something that was very good to see. Her heart gave a quick, queer little beat. But the bitterness of her old grievance promptly stiffened up her wavering determination. That scene of two years before flashed back into her recollection as vividly as if it had taken place yesterday.