She had not mentioned his name for years . I thought she had forgotten all about him . `` Oh , dear sister , is there any need of such a promise ? '' I asked , weeping . `` Hugh Blair does not want to marry me now . He never will again . '' `` He has never married -- he has not forgotten you , '' she said fiercely . `` I could not rest in my grave if I thought you would disgrace your family by marrying beneath you . Promise me , Margaret . '' I promised . I would have promised anything in my power to make her dying pillow easier . Besides , what did it matter ? I was sure that Hugh would never think of me again . She smiled when she heard me , and pressed my hand . `` Good little sister -- that is right . You were always a good girl , Margaret -- good and obedient , though a little sentimental and foolish in some ways . You are like our mother -- she was always weak and loving . I took after the Merediths . '' She did , indeed . Even in her coffin her dark , handsome features preserved their expression of pride and determination .
Somehow , that last look of her dead face remained XXXXX my memory , blotting out the real affection and gentleness which her living face had almost always shown me .
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