I 'm so thankful I did n't let Willard buy those brocade chairs he wanted . They would have given Joyce the nightmare . '' Meanwhile , Willard rushed down to the biological station and from there drove furiously to the station to catch the evening express . He did not return until three days later , when he appeared at Miss Sally 's , dusty and triumphant . `` Joyce is out , '' said Miss Sally . `` I 'm glad of it , '' said Willard recklessly . `` It 's you I want to see , Miss Sally . I have something to show you . I 've been all the way home to get it . '' From his pocketbook Willard drew something folded and creased and yellow that looked like a letter . He opened it carefully and , holding it in his fingers , looked over it at Miss Sally . `` My grandmother 's maiden name was Jean Merritt , '' he said deliberately , `` and Stephen Merritt was my great-uncle . I never saw him -- he died when I was a child -- but I 've heard my father speak of him often . '' Miss Sally turned very pale . She passed her cobwebby handkerchief across her lips and her hand trembled . Willard went on . `` My uncle never married . He and his sister Jean lived together until her late marriage . I was not very fond of my grandmother . She was a selfish , domineering woman -- very unlike the grandmother of tradition .
When she died everything she possessed came XXXXX me , as my father , her only child , was then dead .
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