Jordan 's round , freckled countenance grew crimson . He felt horribly tonguetied and embarrassed . What could he say to her ? How could he say it ? Joscelyn Burnett looked at him with her large , dark eyes , -- the eyes of a woman who had suffered much , and learned much , and won through struggle to victory . `` You have come from Aunty Nan ? '' she said . `` Oh , I am so glad to hear from her . Is she well ? Come in here and tell me all about her . '' She turned toward one of those fairy-like rooms , but Jordan interrupted her desperately . `` Oh , not in there , ma'am . I 'd never get it out . Just let me blunder through it out here someways . Yes 'm , Aunty Nan , she ai n't very well . She 's -- she 's dying , I guess . And she 's longing for you night and day . Seems as if she could n't die in peace without seeing you . She wanted to get to Kensington to hear you sing , but that old cat of a Mrs. William -- begging you pardon , ma'am -- would n't let her come . She 's always talking of you .
If you can come out to Gull Point Farm and see her , I 'll be most awful obliged XXXXX you , ma'am . ''
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