`` I do n't think you can see her , '' she said shortly , scanning his country cut of hair and clothes rather superciliously . `` What is your business with her ? '' The maid 's scorn roused Jordan 's `` dander , '' as he would have expressed it . `` I 'll tell her that when I see her , '' he retorted coolly . `` Just you tell her that I 've a message for her from Aunty Nan Morrison of Gull Point Farm , Avonlea . If she hai n't forgot , that 'll fetch her . You might as well hurry up , if you please , I 've not overly too much time . '' The pert maid decided to be civil at least , and invited Jordan to enter . But she left him standing in the hall while she went in search of Miss Burnett . Jordan gazed about him in amazement . He had never been in any place like this before . The hall was wonderful enough , and through the open doors on either hand stretched vistas of lovely rooms that , to Jordan 's eyes , looked like those of a palace . `` Gee whiz ! How do they ever move around without knocking things over ? '' Then Joscelyn Burnett came , and Jordan forgot everything else . This tall , beautiful woman , in her silken draperies , with a face like nothing Jordan had ever seen , or even dreamed about , -- could this be Aunty Nan 's little Joscelyn ? Jordan 's round , freckled countenance grew crimson . He felt horribly tonguetied and embarrassed . What could he say to her ? How could he say it ?
Joscelyn XXXXX looked at him with her large , dark eyes , -- the eyes of a woman who had suffered much , and learned much , and won through struggle to victory .
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