The Mill on the Floss

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e, was usually in so apathetic a condition that the exits and entrances into his room were not felt to be of great importance. He had lain

ad of the bed, while Maggie sat in her old place on the bed, and p

rom the bunch which Tom had brought from his father's bureau. They succeeded in opening the chest,–which st

ke a note in there. Lift it out, Tom; but I'll just lift up these deeds,–they'

drawn back a little, when the iron holder gave way, and the h

nd his father's father, and it had always been rather a solemn business to visit it. All long-known objects, even a mere window fastening or a particular door-latch, have sounds which are a sort of recognized voice to us,–a voice that will thrill and awaken, when it has

is ordinary tone of sharp questioning whenever he was irri

nized him. But instead of saying anything more to him, his father continued

or? Is Wakem laying hold of everything? Why don't you tell me what you've been a-doing

yet. We only came to look and see what was in the chest. You've been ill, you know, and we've had to

at Maggie; then suddenly appearing aware that some one was seated by hi

in which he had been wont to speak to her. "What! you're t

be prudent, "I'm thankful I'm come now to see you you

?" said Mr. Tulliver, anxi

–that's all, I think," said Mr. Glegg. "

wo or three minutes. A new shadow came over his face. He looked up at Mag

as if her father were come back to her from the dead, and her yea

ied that he received the kiss as passively

th my aunts, father.

his eyes turned toward T

you must see and pay everybody. And mind,–there's fifty pound o' Luke's as I put into the busines

is head, and looked more concerne

Moss for three hundred pounds? We came to look for

ou mustn't mind losing the money, if they can't pay it,–and it's like enough they can't. The note's in that box, mind! I allays mea

other, who came in much agitated by the new

him, "you must forgive me if you're

ou mind this: if ever you've got the chance, you make Wakem smart. If you don't, you're a good-for-nothi

again to his wife. "They'll make a shift to pay everything, Bessy," he said, "and yet leave you your furniture; and your sisters'll do something for you–and Tom'll g

f what had happened before, it struck all present as if it had been death, not only from its contrast with the completeness of the revival, but because his words had

this complete restoration, though only temporary, was a hopeful sign,

omitted the bill of sale; the flash of memory had only lit up prominent ide

in no other way, out of his own and Maggie's money now in the savings bank. There were subjects, you perceive, on whic