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 on my face . I opened it -- and staggered back like I 'd got a blow . `` Owen ! Lord ha ' mercy on us ! Owen ! '' I said , just like that , going cold all over , for it 's the truth that I thought it was his spirit come back to forbid that unholy marriage . But he sprang right in , and caught my wrinkled old hands in a grasp that was of flesh and blood . `` Aunt Rachel , I 'm not too late ? '' he said , savage-like . `` Tell me I 'm in time . '' I looked up at him , standing over me there , tall and handsome , no change in him except he was so brown and had a little white scar on his forehead ; and , though I could n't understand at all , being all bewildered-like , I felt a great deep thankfulness . `` No , you 're not too late , '' I said . `` Thank God , '' said he , under his breath . And then he pulled me into the parlor and shut the door .
`` They told me at the station that Phillippa was XXXXX be married to Mark Foster to-day .
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