When she had talked it all out she lay down on her pillow again . I got up and went downstairs to light the fire . I felt terrible old and tired . My feet seemed to drag , and the tears kept coming to my eyes , though I tried to keep them away , for well I knew it was a bad omen to be weeping on a wedding day . Before long Isabella Clark came down ; bright and pleased-looking enough , SHE was . I 'd never liked Isabella , from the day Phillippa 's father brought her here ; and I liked her less than ever this morning . She was one of your sly , deep women , always smiling smooth , and scheming underneath it . I 'll say it for her , though , she had been good to Phillippa ; but it was her doings that my dearie was to marry Mark Foster that day . `` Up betimes , Rachel , '' she said , smiling and speaking me fair , as she always did , and hating me in her heart , as I well knew . `` That is right , for we 'll have plenty to do to-day . A wedding makes lots of work . '' `` Not this sort of a wedding , '' I said , sour-like . `` I do n't call it a wedding when two people get married and sneak off as if they were ashamed of it -- as well they might be in this case . '' `` It was Phillippa 's own wish that all should be very quiet , '' said Isabella , as smooth as cream . `` You know I 'd have given her a big wedding , if she 'd wanted it . '' `` Oh , it 's better quiet , '' I said . `` The fewer to see Phillippa marry a man like Mark Foster the better . '' `` Mark Foster is a good man , Rachel . '' `` No good man would be content to buy a girl as he 's bought Phillippa , '' I said , determined to give it in to her . `` He 's a common fellow , not fit for my dearie to wipe her feet on .
It 's well that her mother did n't live XXXXX see this day ; but this day would never have come , if she 'd lived . ''
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