triumph

    ter,  its prettiest moment in all t cnuts in blossom, and tom tulliver came o it earlier ted affection at table red brick ing outside, let ts as sad as t, inside. t ligoms blue-grey eyes as  t fold in  it is not unbecoming - it seems to imply a strengt may possibly be  lest expression. ep becomes quicker, and t t to forbid a smile.

    t turned to tting in unexpectant 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 fetcin box doake.

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

    It  Mr tulliver liked, in o fetcin box and count 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 predominate at t moment.

    tom dreo table near in box  do falling on t at table; tience, tating expectation.

    Mr tulliver counted 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 discernible 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 money to trade  y pounds in the bank.

    tered, and she said, half-crying,

    `O my boy, I kne again, w a man.

    But : tion om and Maggie ruck  t even be fatal. But tears came. t  into loud sobs. t of , recovering ty of  last  le tone,

    `Bessy, you must come and kiss me no o comfort again belike.

    e, s  back to the money.

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

    `You s tomorroom. `My uncle Deane ed tors 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 cant... 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. Ao raigead o t poor crooked creatur! Youll prosper i to partners ; and to ting ricry and get th old mill again.

    Mr tulliver t bitter discontent 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 ened ement and deligo kno in to peculiar outbursts of sympatriump kno remarkable packman. Bobs juvenile ory so far as it ullivers kno sense of astonis displayed, w men.

    It  terest of narrative to keep under t 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 oclock in 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.