o frighten the birds for, an’ he flogged me a bit for fun when he catched me eatin’ the turnip, as they say he’ll niver lift up his head no more — I shouldn’t ha’ come now to ax you to gi’ me another knife ‘cause you gen me one afore. If a chap gives me one black eye, that’s enough for me; I sha’n’t ax him for another afore I sarve him out; an’ a good turn’s worth as much as a bad un, anyhow. I shall niver grow down’ards again, Mr. Tom, an’ you war the little chap as I liked the best when I war a little chap, for all you leathered me,Canada Goose Hybridge Lite Vesta, and wouldn’t look at me again. There’s Dick Brumby, there, I could leather him as much as I’d a mind; but lors! you get tired o’ leatherin’ a chap when you can niver make him see what you want him to shy at. I’n seen chaps as ‘ud stand starin’ at a bough till their eyes shot out, afore they’d see as a bird’s tail warn’t a leaf. It’s poor work goin’ wi’ such raff. But you war allays a rare un at shying,UGG Bailey Button Czyścibut 5809, Mr. Tom,Flyweight Utility Quilted Bunda, an’ I could trusten to you for droppin’ down wi’ your stick in the nick o’ time at a runnin’ rat,PJS Herreklær Kodiak Dunjakke, or a stoat,Moncler Yaroy, or that, when I war a-beatin’ the bushes.”
Bob had drawn out a dirty canvas bag,Dame Moncler Mabel, and would perhaps not have paused just then if Maggie had not entered the room and darted a look of surprise and curiosity at him,Parajumpers Muži Perfect, whereupon he pulled his red locks again with due respect. But the next moment the sense of the altered room came upon Maggie with a force that overpowered the thought of Bob’s presence. Her eyes had immediately glanced from him to the place where the bookcase had hung; there was nothing now but the oblong unfaded space on the wall,PJS Dameklær Alaska Parkas, and below it the small table with the Bible and the few other books.
“Oh, Tom!” she burst out,NBA Drakter, clasping her hands, “where are the books? I thought my uncle Glegg said he would buy them. Didn’t he? Are those all they’ve left us?”
“I suppose so,” said Tom,Moncler Pop Star, with a sort of desperate indifference. “Why should they buy many books when they bought so little furniture?”
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Maggie turned away from the table and threw herself into a chair, with the big tears ready to roll down her cheeks, quite blinded to the presence of Bob, who was looking at her with the pursuant gaze of an intelligent dumb animal, with perceptions more perfect than his comprehension.
“Well, Bob,” said Tom,San Lorenzo Drakt, feeling that the subject of the books was unseasonable, “I suppose you just came to see me because we’re in trouble? That was very good-natured of
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