wi me again, my lad, before I go away from you.

    t eacant. tom said, trying to speak firmly,

    ` I can fulfil, when...

    `Ay, my lad... youll try and get the old mill back.

    `Yes, father.

    `And try and make tle wench...

    turned ill more eager look, o time- love and  trial.

    `You must take care of om... dont you fret, my ... and you must be good to o my sister. Kiss me, Maggie... Come, Bessy... Youll manage to pay for a brick grave, tom, so as your motogether.

    for some minutes, c daring to move. t  at last oom and said,

    `I urn - I beat   fair. I never ed anyt w was fair.

    `But, faty predominating over her grief, `You forgive him - you forgive every one now?

    move o look at  he said,

    `No, my o do? I cant love a raskill...

    ed to say more, and moved ruggling in vain to speak. At lengtheir way.

    `Does God forgive raskills?... but if  be hard wi me.

    ed to remove some obstruction t imes there fell from him some broken words--

    `too many...  man... puzzling...

    Soon to mere mutterings; to discern; and the final silence.

    But not of deat inued, getting gradually slohe brow.

    At last total stillness, and poor tullivers dimly-ligo be vexed his world.

    urnbull oo late for everyt to say, `th.

    tom and Maggie  doairs togeto ty. turned to t, and Maggie spoke:

    `tom, forgive me - let us alogether.