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        ter,    its prettiest moment in all t uts in blossom, and tom tulliver came o it earlier ted affe at table red brig outside, let ts as sad as t, i ligoms blue-grey eyes as    t fold in    it is not unbeing - it seems to imply a strengt may possibly be    lest expression. ep bees quicker, and t t to forbid a smile.

        t turo tting in uant silence: Mr tulliver in ired ing ea.

        t.

        `s up noom? said    earlier than usual.

        `O, to do, so I came aher!

        tom    up to    ed ticeable to ts.

        `Fatom, ly in box?

        `Only a y-tulliver. `Youve brouge - but young felloo    do as I liked before I ent.

        `Are you quite sure ts tom: `I rouble to fet box doake.

        `ake? said ed it often enoug I    fetc - if you    believe me.

        It    Mr tulliver liked, in o fet box and t the money.

        `Dont go out of tom, as airs.

        `And isnt Maggie to go? said Mrs tulliver, `because somebody must take ahings.

        `Just as som indifferently.

        t ting o Maggie.    ion t tom o tell ts could be paid - and tom old! But sray, and came back immediately. t predomi t moment.

        tom dreo table near in box    do falling on t at table; tieating expectation.

        Mr tulliver ted out tting it in order on table, and t tom,

        `t enough.

        tter despondency.

        `ting - itll be a fine    forty-too many for me. Its took four year to lay ts muc trusten to you to pay em,    on rembling voice, `if you keep i t youre like enougo bury me first.

        oms face h a querulous desire for some assurance.

        `No, fatom, speaking ic decision, tremor disible in oo, `You o see ts all paid. You sh your own hand.

        one implied sometion. A sligric so pass tulliver, and    om o restrain o    do a little w on.

        `A good tle moo trade    y pounds in the bank.

        tered, and she said, half-g,

        `O my boy, I kne again, w a man.

        But : tion om and Maggie ruck    t eveal. But tears came. t    into loud sobs. t of , rec ty of    last    le tone,

        `Bessy, you must e and kiss me no o fain belike.

        e, s    back to the money.

        `I o look at, tom, able. `I s surer.

        `You s tomorroom. `My uncle Deaors to meet tomorro t tised in turday.

        `t! said Mr tulliver, riump fire. `A on, tural enunciation, taking out    apping it    from under    leave t I could    to die    I t... eve got a glass o nothe house, have we, Bessy?

        `Yes, said Mrs tulliver dra er Deane brought me when I was ill.

        `Get it me, t it me. I feel a bit weak.

        `tom, my lad, ronger voice, er, `You so em. Ill tell em its you as got t part o t at last, and    an    son. Aead o t poor crooked creatur! Youll prosper i to partners ; and to ting ricry ah old mill again.

        Mr tulliver t bitter distent and foreboding suddenly filled, by tune. But some subtle influence prevented une as o himself.

        `Sting out s a great t a good son. Ive    luck.

        tom never lived to taste anot so delicious as t, and Maggie couldnt ting om    y t springs in us all in moments of true admiration and gratitude, s t ts o pardon in s    for t time, so be to thers mind.

        talk before bed-time. Mr tulliver naturally ed to iculars of toms trading adventures, and e and deligo kno in to peculiar outbursts of sympatriump kno remarkable pa. Bobs juvenile ory so far as it ullivers kno sense of astonis displayed, w men.

        It    terest of narrative to keep u fierce sense of triumpo     feeling from time to time gave ts of its ultimate mastery, in sudden bursts of irrelevant exclamation.

        It ulliver got to sleep t nig came,     five oclo tulliver ing up    of smot, and looking round in a be the bedroom.

        `s tter, Mr tulliver? said    ill    last,

        `A Id got hold of him.
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