The door was open . Beyond , in the dimly lighted room , sat Leslie Moore , with her arms flung out on the table and her head bent upon them . She was weeping horribly -- with low , fierce , choking sobs , as if some agony in her soul were trying to tear itself out . An old black dog was sitting by her , his nose resting on his lap , his big doggish eyes full of mute , imploring sympathy and devotion . Anne drew back in dismay . She felt that she could not intermeddle with this bitterness . Her heart ached with a sympathy she might not utter . To go in now would be to shut the door forever on any possible help or friendship . Some instinct warned Anne that the proud , bitter girl would never forgive the one who thus surprised her in her abandonment of despair . Anne slipped noiselessly from the veranda and found her way across the yard . Beyond , she heard voices in the gloom and saw the dim glow of a light . At the gate she met two men -- Captain Jim with a lantern , and another who she knew must be Dick Moore -- a big man , badly gone to fat , with a broad , round , red face , and vacant eyes . Even in the dull light Anne got the impression that there was something unusual about his eyes . `` Is this you , Mistress Blythe ? '' said Captain Jim . `` Now , now , you had n't oughter be roaming about alone on a night like this . You could get lost in this fog easier than not . Jest you wait till I see Dick safe inside the door and I 'll come back and light you over the fields . I ai n't going to have Dr. Blythe coming home and finding that you walked clean over Cape Leforce in the fog . A woman did that once , forty years ago .
`` So you 've been over to XXXXX Leslie , '' he said , when he rejoined her .
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