O ' course it was all his fault . Well , she died , and old Enoch and my father drove together to the graveyard . Old Enoch was awful quiet all the way there and back , but just afore they got home , he says solemnly to Father : ` You may n't believe it , Henry , but this is the happiest day of my life . ' That 's men for you . His brother , Scotty Allan , was the meanest man ever lived in these parts . When his wife died she was buried with a little gold brooch in her collar unbeknownst to him . When he found it out he went one night to the graveyard and opened up the grave and the casket to get that brooch . '' `` Oh , Aunt Philippa , that is a horrible story , '' I cried , recoiling with a shiver over the gruesomeness of it . '' ` Course it is , but what would you expect of a man ? '' retorted Aunt Philippa . Somehow , her stories began to affect me in spite of myself . There were times when I felt very dreary . Perhaps Aunt Philippa was right . Perhaps men possessed neither truth nor constancy . Certainly Mark had forgotten me . I was ashamed of myself because this hurt me so much , but I could not help it . I grew pale and listless . Aunt Philippa sometimes peered at me sharply , but she held her peace . I was grateful for this . * * * * * But one day a letter did come from Mark .
I dared not read it until I was safely XXXXX my own room .
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