It is her memory of being jilted by the boy named George that is "squeezed out" of Granny's heart. As she drifts in and out of consciousness, Granny is remembering her children, and the life she shared with John, the man she finally married. She tries to stop herself from thinking about this other, bitter thing, but the memory rises up and "would smother her if she tried to hold it". Granny tries to look at the positives in her life, noting that even George "never harmed me but in that...but he had not come, just the same". Despite the fact that she was able to go on afterwards, and admittedly enjoyed a happy life with many blessings, the hurt and humiliation of being left at the altar still rankles.
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