Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down. perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways. perhaps. . . perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
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Author: L.M. Montgomery