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Pretty mouth and green my eyes...

"Oh, she was his. By a word-a look-an intonation, he was still her master. What matter if, in some calmer mood, she might not quite like it-to be helpless-dominated like this? What matter if tomorrow, she might wish she had not run so quickly, so eagerly, so unhesitatingly to meet him? Tonight nothing mattered except that he had come back."

-Emily's Quest
L.M. Montgomery