Aunt Charlotte shook her head . She understood that no argument would turn the girl from her purpose if she had the Ingelow will , so she said nothing more . In the afternoon Worth set out for Greenwood , a mile away . `` Oh , what will Paul say ? '' exclaimed the aunts , with dismal forebodings . Worth met her Uncle Paul at the garden gate . He was standing there when she came up the slope of the long lane , a tall , massive figure of a man , with deep-set black eyes , a long , prematurely white beard , and a hooked nose . Handsome and stubborn enough Paul Ingelow looked . It was not without reason that his neighbours called him the oddest Ingelow of them all . Behind him was a fine old farmhouse in beautiful grounds . Worth felt almost as much interested in Greenwood as in the Grange . It had been her mother 's home for three years , and Elizabeth Ingelow had loved it and talked much to her daughter of it . Paul Ingelow did not move or speak , although he probably guessed who his visitor was . Worth held out her hand . `` How do you do , Uncle Paul ? '' she said . Paul ignored the outstretched hand . `` Who are you ? '' he asked gruffly . `` I am Worth Sheldon , your sister Elizabeth 's daughter , '' she answered .
`` Wo n't you shake hands XXXXX me , Uncle Paul ? ''
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