with eager impatience, looking every day at his virgin razor, with which he had provided himself in the last holidays. Philip had already left — at the autumn quarter — that he might go to the south for the winter, for the sake of his health; and this change helped to give Tom the unsettled, exultant feeling that usually belongs to the last months before leaving school. This quarter, too, there was some hope of his father’s lawsuit being decided; that made the prospect of home more entirely pleasurable. For Tom, who had gathered his view of the case from his father’s conversation, had no doubt that Pivart would be beaten.
Tom had not heard anything from home for some weeks — a fact which did not surprise him, for his father and mother were not apt to manifest their affection in unnecessary letters — when,Max Domi Tröjor, to his great surprise, on the morning of a dark,Tyler Johnson Tröjor, cold day near the end of November, he was told, soon after entering the study at nine o’clock,Arizona Coyotes Tröjor, that his sister was in the drawing-room. It was Mrs. Stelling who had come into the study to tell him,Niklas Kronwall Tröjor, and she left him to enter the drawing-room alone.
Maggie,Jack Eichel Tröjor, too, was tall now, with braided and coiled hair; she was almost as tall as Tom, though she was only thirteen; and she really looked older than he did at that moment. She had thrown off her bonnet, her heavy braids were pushed back from her forehead,Dmitrij Jaskin Tröjor, as if it would not bear that extra load, and her young face had a strangely worn look, as her eyes turned anxiously toward the door. When Tom entered she did not speak, but only went up to him, put her arms round his neck, and kissed him earnestly. He was used to various moods of hers, and felt no alarm at the unusual seriousness of her greeting.
“Why,Jonas Siegenthaler Tröjor, how is it you’re come so early this cold morning, Maggie? Did you come in the gig?” said Tom, as she backed toward the sofa, and drew him to her side.
“No, I came by the coach. I’ve walked from the turnpike.”
“But how is it you’re not at school? The holidays have not begun yet?”
“Father wanted me at home,Canada Goose Hybridge Hoody Jackor,” said Maggie, with a slight trembling of the lip. “I came home three or four days ago.”
“Isn’t my father well?” said Tom, rather anxiously.
“Not quite,” said Maggie. “He’s very unhappy, Tom. The lawsuit is ended, and I came to tell you because I thought it would be better for you to know it before you came home,Tomas Plekanec Tröjor, and I didn’t like only to send you a letter.”
“My father hasn’t lost?” said Tom,CG Dame Expedition Parka, hastily,Mikko Rantanen Tröjor, springing from the sofa, and standing before Maggie with his hands suddenly thrust into his pockets.
“Yes, dear Tom,” said Maggie, looking up at him with trembling.
Tom was silent a minute or two, with his eyes fixed on the floor. Then he said:
“My father will have to pay a good deal of money, then?”
“Yes,” said Maggie, rather faintly.
“Well, it can’t be helped,” said Tom, bravely, not translating the loss of a large sum of money into any tangible results. “But my father’s very much vexed,Belstaff Knockhill Jackor, I dare say?
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