Lucy Maud Montgomery

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes

It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it

all and sundry

might and main

to put your oar in."

fore and aft

aids and abets

from dawn till dusk

poured down in torrents

But as,
The Caesar's pageant shorn of Brutus' bust
Did but of Rome's best son remind her more.
so the marked absence of any tribute or recognition from Diana Barry who was sitting with Gertie Pye embittered Anne's little triumph