AoGG:Chapter 5
AoGG:Chapters 5, 8, 18
AoA:Chapter 1...she was a niece of his wife's and a very dashing young
person indeed, with a huge, drooping pompadour, big, rolling brown
eyes, and a most extensive and bewildering smile. She was dressed with
exceeding smartness and wore several bangle bracelets that glittered
and rattled and tinkled with every movement of her
hands.
AoGG:Chapter 25In the first place he kept house for himself and had publicly stated that he wanted no fools of women around his diggings.
Feminine Avonlea took its revenge by the gruesome tales it related
about his house-keeping and cooking.
There was also no formal meal times, dishes were done on rainy Sundays in the "rainwater hogshead". When he was asked to subscribe to the Rev. Mr. Allan's salary he said he'd wait and see how many
dollars' worth of good he got out of his preaching first. . .he
didn't believe in buying a pig in a poke. And when Mrs. Lynde
went to ask for a contribution to missions. . .and incidentally to
see the inside of the house. . .he told her there were more
heathens among the old woman gossips in Avonlea than anywhere else
he knew of, and he'd cheerfully contribute to a mission for
Christianizing them if she'd undertake it.
In his
most amiable mood Mr. Harrison could not have been considered a
handsome man; he was short and fat and bald; and now, with his
round face purple with rage and his prominent blue eyes almost
sticking out of his head, Anne thought he was really the ugliest
person she had ever seen.
He was quite sensitive about his lack of hair. He refused to give
anything to A.V.I.S.'s drive to re-shingle and paint the Avonlea
hall.
AoA:Chapters 1-6, 9
We chose the spruce grove because it's so gloomy. Oh, we have imagined the most harrowing things. There's a white lady walks along the brook just about this time of the night and wrings her hands and utters wailing cries. She appears when there is to be a death in the family. And the ghost of a little murdered child haunts the corner up by Idlewild; it creeps up behind you and lays its cold fingers on your hand--so. Oh, Marilla, it gives a shudder to think of it. And there's a headless man stalks up and down the path and skeletons glower at you between the boughs.AoGG:Chapters 20-21, 25-26, 28-30, 33, 38
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