“Far down the tide was keeping its world-old tryst with the shore. She could … now that Norman Douglas had cut down his spruce bush … see her little House of Dreams. How happy they had been there … when it was enough just to be together in their own home, with their visions, their caresses, their silences! All the colour of the morning in their lives … Gilbert looking at her with that smile in his eyes he kept for her alone … finding every day a new way of saying, “I love you” … sharing laughter as they shared sorrow.”
— Anne of Ingleside, Chapter XLI










