Roger was poor and always would be . He worked his stony little farm , from which his father and grandfather had wrested a fair living , after a fashion , but Nature had not cut him out for a successful farmer . He had n't the strength for it and his heart was n't in it . He 'd rather be hanging over a book . Catherine secretly thought Roger 's matrimonial chances very poor , but it would not do to discourage the b ` y . What he needed was spurring on . `` Ye 'll git someone if ye do n't fly too high , '' she announced loudly and cheerfully . `` Thar 's always a gal or two here and thar that 's glad to marry for a home . ` Tai n't no use for you to be settin ' your thoughts on anyone young and pretty . Ye would n't git her and ye 'd be worse off if ye did . Your grandfather married for looks , and a nice useless wife he got -- sick half her time . Git a good strong girl that ai n't afraid of work , that 'll hold things together when ye 're reading po ` try -- that 's as much as you kin expect . And the sooner the better . I 'm done -- last winter 's rheumatiz has about finished me . An ' we ca n't afford hired help . '' Roger felt as if his raw , quivering soul were being seared . He looked at his aunt curiously -- at her broad , flat face with the mole on the end of her dumpy nose , the bristling hairs on her chin , the wrinkled yellow neck , the pale , protruding eyes , the coarse , good-humoured mouth . She was so extremely ugly -- and he had seen her across the table all his life . For twenty-five years he had looked at her so . Must he continue to go on looking at ugliness in the shape of a wife all the rest of his life -- he , who worshipped beauty in everything ?
`` Did my mother look like you , Aunt XXXXX ? ''
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