Chapter 12 - (VERSO)

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chair that had appertained to her great-grandmother. She folded her hands in her lap, and looked at us with shy appeal in her blue-gray eyes. Plainly she found it hard to tell us her secret, yet all the time there was an air of pride and exultation about her; somewhat, also, of a new dignity. Aunt Olivia could never be self-assertive, but if it had been possible that would have been her time for it.

“Have you ever heard me speak of Mr. Malcolm MacPherson?” asked Aunt Olivia.

We had never heard her, or anybody else, speak of Mr. Malcolm MacPherson(begin strikethrough):(end strikethrough), but volumes of explanation could not