I was thinking of a great many things . What time is it , Aunt Rachel ? '' `` Five o'clock . '' `` Then in six hours more -- '' She suddenly sat up in her bed , her great , thick rope of brown hair falling over her white shoulders , and flung her arms about me , and burst into tears on my old breast . I petted and soothed her , and said not a word ; and , after a while , she stopped crying ; but she still sat with her head so that I could n't see her face . `` We did n't think it would be like this once , did we , Aunt Rachel ? '' she said , very softly . `` It should n't be like this , now , '' I said . I had to say it . I never could hide the thought of that marriage , and I could n't pretend to . It was all her stepmother 's doings -- right well I knew that . My dearie would never have taken Mark Foster else . `` Do n't let us talk of that , '' she said , soft and beseeching , just the same way she used to speak when she was a baby-child and wanted to coax me into something . `` Let us talk about the old days -- and HIM . '' `` I do n't see much use in talking of HIM , when you 're going to marry Mark Foster to-day , '' I said . But she put her hand on my mouth . `` It 's for the last time , Aunt Rachel . After to-day I can never talk of him , or even think of him . It 's four years since he went away . Do you remember how he looked , Aunt Rachel ? ''
`` I mind well enough , I reckon , '' I said , kind XXXXX curt-like .
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