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“Oh, my dear children,” she burst out, “you’ve no call to think well o’ me; I’m a poor aunt to Desert Dunjakker you, for I’m one o’ them as take all and give nothing. How’s my poor brother?”
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“Oh, my sweet child, I feel torn i’ Thiago Silva Fotbalové Dres two,” said Mrs. Moss, allowing Maggie to lead her to the sofa, but still not seeming to notice the presence of the rest. “We’ve three hundred pounds o’ my brother’s money, and Stoke City Dresy now he wants it, and you all want it, poor things! — and yet we must be sold up to pay it, and Dortmund Dresy there’s my poor children — eight of ’em, and the little un of all can’t Maglia Clippers speak plain. And I feel as if I was a robber. But I’m sure I’d no thought as my brother ——”
The poor woman was interrupted by a rising sob.
“Three hundred pounds! oh dear, dear,” said Mrs. Tulliver, who, when she had said that her husband had done “unknown” things for his sister, had not had any particular sum in her mind, and felt a wife’s irritation at having been kept in the dark.
“What madness, to be sure!” said Mrs. Glegg. “A man with a family! He’d no right to lend his money i’ that way; and without security, I’ll be bound, if the truth was known.”
Mrs. Glegg’s voice had arrested Mrs. Moss’s attention, and looking up, she said:
“Yes, there was security; my husband gave a note for it. We’re not that sort o’ people, neither of us, as ‘ud rob my brother’s children; and we looked to paying back the money, when the times got a bit better.”
“Well, but now,” said Mr. Glegg, gently, “hasn’t your husband no way o’ raising this money? Because it ‘ud be a little fortin, like, for these folks, if we can do without Tulliver’s being made a bankrupt. Your husband’s got stock; it Costa Rica Dresy is but right he should raise the money, Galatasary Dresy as it seems to me — not but what I’m sorry for you, Mrs. Moss.”
“Oh, sir, you don’t know what bad luck my husband’s had with his stock. The farm’s suffering so as never was for want o’ stock; and we’ve sold all the wheat, and we’re behind with our rent — not but what we’d like to do what’s right, and I’d sit up and work half the night, if it ‘ud be any good; but there’s them poor children — four of ’em such little uns ——”
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