Eric Wallis Roman Girl painting
Steve Hanks Blending Into Shadows Sheets painting
the plump, dimpled little hand hanging over her pillow, "there's nobody like my own Diana after all. Do you remember that evening we first met, Diana, and `swore' eternal friendship in your garden? We've kept that `oath,' I think. . .we've never had a quarrel nor even a coolness. I shall never forget the thrill that went over me the day you told me you loved me. I had had such a lonely, starved heart all through my childhood. I'm just beginning to realize how starved and lonely it really was. Nobody cared anything for me or wanted to be bothered with me. I should have been miserable if it hadn't been for that strange little dream-life of mine, wherein I imagined all the friends and love I craved. But when I came to Green Gables everything was changed. And then I met you. You don't know what your friendship meant to me. I want to thank you here and now, dear, for the warm and true affection you've always given me."
"And always, always will," sobbed Diana. "I shall never love anybody . . .any girl. . .half as well as I love you. And if I ever do marry and have a little girl of my own
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