`` Do n't be foolish , Olivia . They must be unpacked at least . And they must all be burned since they have cut so badly . This purple cloth dress is quite good , however . It can be made over nicely , and it would become you very well , Olivia . '' `` No , thank you , '' said Aunt Olivia , with a little shudder . `` I should feel like a ghost . Make it over for yourself , Janet . '' `` Well , I will , if you do n't want it . I am not troubled with fancies . That seems to be all except this box . I suppose the wedding dress is in it . '' `` Oh , '' breathed the girls , crowding about Aunt Olivia , as she lifted out the box and cut the cord around it . Inside was lying a dress of soft silk , that had once been white but was now yellowed with age , and , enfolding it like a mist , a long , white bridal veil , redolent with some strange , old-time perfume that had kept its sweetness through all the years . `` Poor Rachel Ward , '' said Aunt Olivia softly . `` Here is her point lace handkerchief . She made it herself . It is like a spider 's web . Here are the letters Will Montague wrote her . And here , '' she added , taking up a crimson velvet case with a tarnished gilt clasp , `` are their photographs -- his and hers . ''
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