Notes - (VERSO)
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When Mr. Malcolm MacPherson had gone, after an hour of useless pleading, Aunt Olivia came up to us, pale and prim and determined, and told us that there was to be no wedding. We could not pretend surprise, but Peggy ventured a faint protest.
“Oh, Aunt Olivia, do you think you have done right?“
“It was the only thing I could do do,“ said Aunt Olivia stonily. “I could not marry Mr. Malcolm MacPherson and I told him so. Please tell your father – and kindly say nothing more to me about the matter.“
Then Aunt Olivia went downstairs, got a broom, and
TEXT ANNOTATION
From "Aunt Olivia's Beau."