ice, `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