Nor would she let me keep Alicia 's chain , but made away with it , how I knew not and little cared , for the sight of it was loathsome to me . It was many years ere I went again to Montressor Place , and I never saw the Red Room more , for Mrs. Montressor had the old wing torn down , deeming its sorrowful memories dark heritage enough for the next Montressor . So , Grandchild , the sad tale is ended , and you will not see the Red Room when you go next month to Montressor Place . The swallows still build under the eaves , though -- I know not if you will understand their speech as I did . The Setness of Theodosia When Theodosia Ford married Wesley Brooke after a courtship of three years , everybody concerned was satisfied . There was nothing particularly romantic in either the courtship or marriage . Wesley was a steady , well-meaning , rather slow fellow , comfortably off . He was not at all handsome . But Theodosia was a very pretty girl with the milky colouring of an auburn blonde and large china-blue eyes . She looked mild and Madonna-like and was known to be sweet-tempered . Wesley 's older brother , Irving Brooke , had married a woman who kept him in hot water all the time , so Heatherton folks said , but they thought there was no fear of that with Wesley and Theodosia . They would get along together all right . Only old Jim Parmelee shook his head and said , `` They might , and then again they might n't '' ; he knew the stock they came of and it was a kind you could never predict about . Wesley and Theodosia were third cousins ; this meant that old Henry Ford had been the great-great-grandfather of them both . Jim Parmelee , who was ninety , had been a small boy when this remote ancestor was still alive . `` I mind him well , '' said old Jim on the morning of Theodosia 's wedding day . There was a little group about the blacksmith 's forge . Old Jim was in the centre . He was a fat , twinkling-eyed old man , fresh and ruddy in spite of his ninety years . `` And , '' he went on , `` he was about the settest man you 'd ever see or want to see .
When old Henry XXXXX made up his mind on any p ` int a cyclone would n't turn him a hairsbreadth -- no , nor an earthquake neither .
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