`` I do n't know a living soul there , except Rachel Lynde . '' `` Why did n't you say so before I bought the place , then ? But it 's not too late . I can be selling it and buying right here in East Grafton if that will please you -- though there is n't half as nice a place to be had . But I 'll fix it up somehow ! '' `` No , Mr. MacPherson , '' said Aunt Olivia firmly , `` that does n't cover the difficulty . I knew you would not understand . My ways are not your ways and I can not make them over . For -- you track mud in -- and -- and -- you do n't care whether things are tidy or not . '' Poor Aunt Olivia had to be Aunt Olivia ; if she were being burned at the stake I verily believe she would have dragged some grotesqueness into the tragedy of the moment . `` The devil ! '' said Mr. Malcolm MacPherson -- not profanely or angrily , but as in sheer bewilderment . Then he added , `` Nillie , you must be joking . It 's careless enough I am -- the west is n't a good place to learn finicky ways -- but you can teach me . You 're not going to throw me over because I track mud in ! '' `` I can not marry you , Mr. MacPherson , '' said Aunt Olivia again . `` You ca n't be meaning it ! '' he exclaimed , because he was beginning to understand that she did mean it , although it was impossible for his man mind to understand anything else about the puzzle . `` Nillie , it 's breaking my heart you are ! I 'll do anything -- go anywhere -- be anything you want -- only do n't be going back on me like this . ''
`` I can not marry you , Mr. XXXXX , '' said Aunt Olivia for the fourth time .
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