`` 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 to see this day ; but this day would never have come , if she 'd lived . '' `` I dare say Phillippa 's mother would have remembered that Mark Foster is very well off , quite as readily as worse people , '' said Isabella , a little spitefully . I liked her better when she was spiteful than when she was smooth . I did n't feel so scared of her then . The marriage was to be at eleven o'clock , and , at nine , I went up to help Phillippa dress . She was no fussy bride , caring much what she looked like . If Owen had been the bridegroom it would have been different . Nothing would have pleased her then ; but now it was only just `` That will do very well , Aunt Rachel , '' without even glancing at it . Still , nothing could prevent her from looking lovely when she was dressed . My dearie would have been a beauty in a beggarmaid 's rags . In her white dress and veil she was as fair as a queen . And she was as good as she was pretty . It was the right sort of goodness , too , with just enough spice of original sin in it to keep it from spoiling by reason of over-sweetness . Then she sent me out . `` I want to be alone my last hour , '' she said . `` Kiss me , Aunt Rachel -- MOTHER Rachel . '' When I 'd gone down , crying like the old fool I was , I heard a rap at the door . My first thought was to go out and send Isabella to it , for I supposed it was Mark Foster , come ahead of time , and small stomach I had for seeing him . I fall trembling , even yet , when I think , `` What if I had sent Isabella to that door ? ''
But go I did , and opened it , defiant-like , kind of hoping it was Mark Foster to see the tears XXXXX my face .
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