years — the two families had been getting wider apart; but for this very reason Tom was the more hopeful about applying to him. His uncle Glegg, he felt sure, would never encourage any spirited project, but he had a vague imposing idea of the resources at his uncle Deane’s command. He had heard his father say, long ago, how Deane had made himself so valuable to Guest & Co. Menn Nicolas Otamendi Fotballdrakter that they were glad enough to offer him a share in the business; that was what Tom resolved he would do. It was intolerable to think of being poor and looked down upon all one’s life. He would provide for his mother and sister, and make every one say that he was a man of high character. He leaped over the years in this way, and, in the haste of strong purpose and strong desire, did not see how they would be made up of slow days, hours, and minutes.
By the time he had crossed the stone bridge over the Floss and was entering St. Ogg’s, he was thinking that he would buy his father’s mill and land again when he was rich enough, and improve the house and live Menn Adil Rami Fotballdrakter there; he should prefer it to any smarter, newer place, and he could keep as many horses and dogs as he liked.
Walking along the street with a firm, rapid step, at this point in his reverie he was startled by some one who had crossed without his notice, and who said to him in a rough, familiar voice:
“Why, Master Tom, how’s your father this morning?” It was a publican of St. Ogg’s, one of his father’s customers.
Tom disliked being spoken to just then; but he said civilly, “He’s still very ill, thank you.”
“Ay, it’s been a sore chance for you, young man, hasn’t it — this lawsuit turning out against him?” said the publican, with a confused, beery idea of being good-natured.
Tom reddened and passed on; he would have felt it like the handling of a bruise, even if there had been the most polite and delicate reference to his position.
“That’s Tulliver’s son,” said the publican to a grocer standing on the adjacent door-step.
“Ah!” said the grocer, “I thought I Menn Mikel San Jose Fotballdrakter knew his features. He takes after his mother’s family; she was a Dodson. He’s a fine, straight youth; what’s he been brought up to?”
“Oh! to turn up his nose at his father’s customers, and be a fine gentleman — not much else, I think.”
Tom, roused from his dream of the future to a thorough consciousness of the present, made all the greater haste to reach the warehouse offices of Guest & Co., where he expected to find his uncle Deane. But this was Mr. Deane’s morning at the band, Menn Davide Calabria Fotballdrakter a clerk told him, and with some contempt for Menn Maxwell Fotballdrakter his ignorance; Mr. Deane was not to be found in River Menn Gonzalo Jara Fotballdrakter Street on a Thursday morning.
At the bank Tom was admitted into the private room where his uncle was, immediately after sending in his name. Mr. Deane was auditing accounts; but he looked up as Tom entered, and putting out his hand, said, “Well, Menn Ander Herrera Fotballdrakter Tom, nothing fresh the matter at home, I hope? How’s your father?”
“Much the same, thank you, uncle,” said Tom, feeling n |
