She says I have it in full measure , but I like to call it determination , it sounds so much better . No , the mountain will not come to Mohammed , so Mohammed will go to the mountain . I think I will walk down to Greenwood this afternoon . There , dear aunties , do n't look so troubled . Uncle Paul wo n't run at me with a pitchfork , will he ? He ca n't do worse than order me off his premises , as you say . '' Aunt Charlotte shook her head . She understood that no argument would turn the girl from her purpose if she had the Ingelow will , so she said nothing more . In the afternoon Worth set out for Greenwood , a mile away . `` Oh , what will Paul say ? '' exclaimed the aunts , with dismal forebodings . Worth met her Uncle Paul at the garden gate . He was standing there when she came up the slope of the long lane , a tall , massive figure of a man , with deep-set black eyes , a long , prematurely white beard , and a hooked nose . Handsome and stubborn enough Paul Ingelow looked . It was not without reason that his neighbours called him the oddest Ingelow of them all . Behind him was a fine old farmhouse in beautiful grounds . Worth felt almost as much interested in Greenwood as in the Grange . It had been her mother 's home for three years , and Elizabeth Ingelow had loved it and talked much to her daughter of it . Paul Ingelow did not move or speak , although he probably guessed who his visitor was . Worth held out her hand .
`` How do you do , Uncle XXXXX ? ''
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