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`` I do n't want none of his politeness , '' said Miss Roxy , inexorably ; `` and as to Mara Lincoln , she might have better than him any day . Miss Badger was a-tellin ' Captain Brown , Sunday noon , that she was very much admired in Boston . '' `` So she was , '' said Miss Emily , bridling . `` I never reveal secrets , or I might tell something , -- but there has been a young man , -- but I promised not to speak of it , and I sha 'n' t. '' `` If you mean Mr. Adams , '' said Miss Roxy , `` you need n't worry about keepin ' that secret , 'cause that ar was all talked over atween meetin 's a-Sunday noon ; for Mis ' Kittridge she used to know his aunt Jerushy , her that married Solomon Peters , and Mis ' Captain Badger she says that he has a very good property , and is a professor in the Old South church in Boston . '' `` Dear me , '' said Miss Emily , `` how things do get about ! '' `` People will talk , there ai n't no use trying to help it , '' said Miss Roxy ; `` but it 's strongly borne in on my mind that it ai n't Adams , nor ' t ai n't Moses Pennel that 's to marry her . I 've had peculiar exercises of mind about that ar child , -- well I have ; '' and Miss Roxy pulled a large spotted bandanna handkerchief out of her pocket , and blew her nose like a trumpet , and then wiped the withered corners of her eyes , which were humid as some old Orr 's Island rock wet with sea-spray .