Mrs tullivers teraphim, or household Gods

        doom and Maggie, it ed from rembling t tle    migered tom, but in trance sartled by a strong smell of tobacco. t range: could any visitor be smoking at a time like t be told t tom er t of opening tom came up and togetom ion, sitting in h a jug and glass beside him.

        trutoms mind in an instant. to `o be sold up, tle boy: t of to tion of poor    seemed only natural t all y, and    of no more special cause for ticular form of misfortu. But te presence of to tom t form of appre    at t as if rouble    begun: it oucated nerve pared s spontaneous dull ag.

        `aking t of y. tartled faces made tle unfortable.

        But tom turned a speaking: t oo eful. Maggie    uoer, as tom    be, tom?    is tter? t tranger migo do airs, c to t, aer on tiptoe. All    t     not her.

        ` did not know.

        Maggie ened out, and said to tom, `Fat: let us go and look for my mother; I wonder where she is.

        Mrs tulliver    doairs - not in any of t one room belotic ore-room    om, preg Maggie as turned along tely said, `Mother!

        Mrs tulliver ed treasures. One of ts ea-pot s many folds of paper, and t    top of t; spoons and sketer tension of table cloths she held in her lap.

        Sarted up as tom spoke.

        `O my boy, my boy, so to see to be sold up... to t me to t not go to the workhouse...

        Sed ook anotable clot a little o look at ttern, e ce filled for t he words `beggars and `workhouse.

        `to t on, lifting t and turni all trange and piteous because tout lympic    t tanding at t o marrying your fattern as I ciful - and I marked em so as nobody ever sa to get it out, for its a particular stitco be sold - and go inte peoples     before Im dead. Youll om ears, `and I meant em for you. I ed you to tern. Maggie could    never s.

        tom ouco t tion immediately. his face flushed as he said.

        `But s let t it? t your linen go,    you sent to them?

        `Yes, I sent Luke directly t t Pullets been - and O dear, O dear, s talk o try: and sted cloted ot pattern, and t go ters, but s more culliver began to lay back table clot, folding and stroking tomatically.) `And your uncle Gleggs been too, and    be bougo lie do    talk to your aunt; and to sult... . But I knoake my ing to    em, cause o t t better c even your aunt Pullet    it urned fifteen, and tea-pot, too - your fato t me to this.

        Mrs tulliver burst out g afres s, but t, sing ill o speak before she could and her voice,

        `And I did say to imes and times, `iver you do, dont go to la by , and    isnt your poor mot.

        S out one arm toom, looking up at eously    to o    time tom t of ural ination to blame, - o kept entirely in abeyaoo t, simply on t om tullivers faturned into ts, and ion against akem to mingle some indignation of anot. Per alk of tempt: but no one salk long of tom tulliver empt. tural strengture o assert itself, urged by timulus of rese against s, and t    beake care of her.

        `Dont fret, motenderly. `I so get money: Ill get a situation of some sort.

        `Bless you, my boy! said Mrs tulliver, a little soot I s    things wi my name on em.

        Maggie     of liviralised all y friefs about table clot ic rese at toms silent curreing    from ty. S indifferent to ual depreciation of    so any san of it,    s suspe tom. Pgie edness, but put fly. S out, at last, in an agitated, almost violent tone, `Motalk so? As if you cared only for t for o care about anyt dear fato us again. tom, you ougo say so too - you oug to let any one find fault her.

        Maggie, almost c took     out ter movement t t t people    evil tempers. enderness    hing for his sake.

        tom tle s Maggies outburst - telling    it o ter t, assuming manners by time. But ly    into    touc effaced ter impressions of t to     by t ther and one sorrow.
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