ou, Tom. Write.”
“What am I to write?” said Tom, with gloomy submission.
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There was a dead silence as Tom’s pen moved along the paper; Mrs. Tulliver Antonio Nocerino Drakter looked scared, and Maggie trembled like a Luke Shaw Drakter leaf.
“Now let me hear what you’ve wrote,” said Mr. Tulliver, Tom read aloud slowly.
“Now write — write as you’ll remember what Wakem’s done to your father, and you’ll make him and his feel it, if ever the day comes. And sign your name Thomas Tulliver.”
“Oh no, father, dear father!” said Maggie, almost choked with fear. “You shouldn’t make Tom write that.”
“Be quiet, Maggie!” said Tom. “I shall write it.”
Book IV: The Nike Air Max 2013 Valley of Humiliation Chapter I: A Variation of Protestantism Unknown to Bossuet
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