Catherine giggled . Her giggle was ugly and disagreeable like everything else about her -- everything except a certain odd , loving , loyal old heart buried deep in her bosom , for the sake of which Roger endured the giggle and all the rest . `` Dessay he did -- dessay he did . Men al ` ays has a hankerin ' for good looks . But ye 've got to cut yer coat ` cording to yer cloth . As for yer poor ma , she did n't live long enough to git as ugly as me . When I come here to keep house for yer pa , folks said as it would n't be long ` fore he married me . I would n't a-minded . But yer pa never hinted it . S'pose he 'd had enough of ugly women likely . '' Catherine snorted amiably again . Roger got up -- he could n't endure any more just then . He must escape . `` Now you think over what I 've said , '' his aunt called after him . `` Ye 've gotter git a wife soon , however ye manage it . ` Two n't be so hard if ye 're reasonable . Do n't stay out as late as ye did last night . Ye coughed all night . Where was ye -- down at the shore ? '' `` No , '' said Roger , who always answered her questions even when he hated to .
`` I was down XXXXX Aunt Isabel 's grave . ''
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