’s wife,Mark Messier Tröjor, was a decidely agreeable acquaintance. She exhibited her hospitality in bread and treacle, and possessed various works of art. Maggie actually forgot that she had any special cause of sadness this morning, as she stood on a chair to look at a remarkable series of pictures representing the Prodigal Son in the costume of Sir Charles Grandison, except that, as might have been expected from his defective moral character, he had not, like that accomplished hero, the taste and strength of mind to dispense with a wig. But the indefinable weight the dead rabbits had left on her mind caused her to feel more than usual pity for the career of this weak young man, particularly when she looked at the picture where he leaned against a tree with a flaccid appearance, his knee-breeches unbuttoned and his wig awry,Patrice Bergeron Tröjor, while the swine apparently of some foreign breed, seemed to insult him by their good spirits over their feast of husks.
“I’m very glad his father took him back again, aren’t you, Luke?” she said. “For he was very sorry,Curtis McElhinney Tröjor, you know, and wouldn’t do wrong again.”
“Eh, Miss,” said Luke,Mike Fisher Tröjor, “he’d be no great shakes,Alexander Radulov Tröjor, I doubt, let’s feyther do what he would for him.”
That was a painful thought to Maggie, and she wished much that the subsequent history of the young man had not been left a blank.
Chapter V: Tom Comes Home
Tom was to arrive early in the afternoon, and there was another fluttering heart besides Maggie’s when it was late enough for the sound of the gig-wheels to be expected; for if Mrs. Tulliver had a strong feeling, it was fondness for her boy. At last the sound came — that quick light bowling of the gig-wheels — and in spite of the wind, which was blowing the clouds about, and was not likely to respect Mrs. Tulliver’s curls and cap-strings, she came outside the door,Canada Goose Barn/Bebis, and even held her hand on Maggie’s offending head, forgetting all the griefs of the morning.
“There he is,NHL Mens Toronto Maple Leafs Black Rink Warrior Pullover Hoodie, my sweet lad! But, Lord ha’ mercy! he’s got never a collar on; it’s been lost on the road, I’ll be bound,Denis Potvin Tröjor, and spoilt the set.”
Mrs. Tulliver stood with her arms open; Maggie jumped first on one leg and then on the other; while Tom descended from the gig, and said, with masculine reticence as to the tender emotions,Joe Colborne Tröjor, “Hallo! Yap — what! are you there?”
Nevertheless he submitted to be kissed willingly enough, though Maggie hung on his neck in rather a strangling fashion,Jeff Zatkoff Tröjor, while his blue-gray eyes wandered toward the croft and the lambs and the river,Buty Nike Foamposite One, where he promised himself that he would begin to fish the first thing to-morrow morning. He was one of those lads that grow everywhere in England,Julius Nattinen Tröjor, and at twelve or thirteen years of age look as much alike as goslings — a lad with light-brown hair, cheeks of cream and roses, full lips, indeterminate nose and eyebrows — a physiognomy in which it seems impossible to discern anything but the generic character to boyhood; as different as possible from poor Maggie’s phiz, which Nature seemed to have moulded and colored with th
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