Peggy flew , and Aunt Olivia dashed upstairs . I lingered behind to pick up her sewing , and when I got to her room she had her hat and cape on . Spread out on the bed were all the boxes of gifts which Mr. Malcolm MacPherson had brought her , and Aunt Olivia was stringing their contents feverishly about her person . Rings , three brooches , a locket , three chains and a watch all went on -- anyway and anyhow . A wonderful sight it was to see Aunt Olivia bedizened like that ! `` I would never wear them before -- but I 'll put them all on now to show him I 'm sorry , '' she gasped , with trembling lips . When the three of us crowded into the buggy , Aunt Olivia grasped the whip before we could prevent her and , leaning out , gave poor Dick such a lash as he had never felt in his life before . He went tearing down the steep , stony , fast-darkening road in a fashion which made Peggy and me cry out in alarm . Aunt Olivia was usually the most timid of women , but now she did n't seem to know what fear was . She kept whipping and urging poor Dick the whole way to the station , quite oblivious to our assurances that there was plenty of time . The people who met us that night must have thought we were quite mad . I held on the reins , Peggy gripped the swaying side of the buggy , and Aunt Olivia bent forward , hat and hair blowing back from her set face with its strangely crimson cheeks , and plied the whip . In such a guise did we whirl through the village and over the two-mile station road . When we drove up to the station , where the train was shunting amid the shadows , Aunt Olivia made a flying leap from the buggy and ran along the platform , with her cape streaming behind her and all her brooches and chains glittering in the lights . I tossed the reins to a boy standing near and we followed . Just under the glare of the station lamp we saw Mr. Malcolm MacPherson , grip in hand . Fortunately no one else was very near , but it would have been all the same had they been the centre of a crowd . Aunt Olivia fairly flung herself against him . `` Malcolm , '' she cried , `` do n't go -- do n't go -- I 'll marry you -- I 'll go anywhere -- and I do n't care how much mud you bring in ! '' That truly Aunt Olivia touch relieved the tension of the situation a little .
Mr. MacPherson put his arm XXXXX her and drew her back into the shadows .
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