enougo see t tter t and your oty aims.

    `Certainly, said tom, coolly. `I dont see t your conduct is better, or your aims eit, and P, , . I kno and Ive succeeded: pray, w good  brougo you or any one else?

    `I dont  to defend myself-- said Maggie, still en, continually. But yet, sometimes ter for if you  ever - if you  broug  punis to be  you o me - even ter t me go crying to bed  forgiving me. You y - you ion and you o is a sin to be  is not fitting for a mortal - for a Cian. You are not a P your oues - you t enougo  even a vision of feelings by tues are mere darkness!

    `ell, said tom, ter t me see you s ts likely to disgrace us all - ts first into one extreme and to anot you talk of eito me or my fat way of sion.

    `Because you are a man, tom, and he world.

    `t to t can.

    `So I  to o be rig even to  I  submit to it from you. You boast of your virtues as if t to be cruel and unmanly as youve been today. Dont suppose I y you insult o he more.

    `Very  is your vieom, more coldly to s a ance t us remember t in future and be silent.

    tom  back to St Oggs, to fulfil an appointment ions about a journey on  out t morning.

    Maggie  up to o pour out all t indignant remonstrance, against ter tears. t burst of unsatisfied anger ion of t quiet time before todays misery urbed ty of o t time t s conquests, and ing stand on serene s above emptations and conflict. And  strife  so s, t rest  so near, as sruggle for  t sirely  tom irely rig no