, my boy,” she said, as he took off his hat and coat. “You shall have it by yourself,Tomas Plekanec Tröjor, just as you like, and I won’t speak to you.”
“I think my father wants Tom,Joe Pavelski Tröjor, mother,” said Maggie; “he must come into the parlor first.”
Tom entered with his usual saddened evening face, but his eyes fell immediately on the open Bible and the inkstand, and he glanced with a look of anxious surprise at his father, who was saying —
“Come, come, you’re late; I want you.”
“Is there anything the matter, father?” said Tom.
“You sit down, all of you,” said Mr. Tulliver, peremptorily.
“And, Tom,Matt Read Tröjor, sit down here; I’ve got something for you to write i’ the Bible.”
They all three sat down,Darcy Tucker Tröjor, looking at him. He began to speak slowly,Wayne Gretzky Tröjor, looking first at his wife.
“I’ve made up my mind, Bessy,Daniel Sedin Tröjor, and I’ll be as good as my word to you. There’ll be the same grave made for us to lie down in, and we mustn’t be bearing one another ill-will. I’ll stop in the old place,PJS Herreklær Kodiak Dunjakke, and I’ll serve under Wakem, and I’ll serve him like an honest man; there’s no Tulliver but what’s honest,Bill Ranford Tröjor, mind that, Tom,”— here his voice rose — “they’ll have it to throw up against me as I paid a dividend, but it wasn’t my fault; it was because there’s raskills in the world. They’ve been too many for me, and I must give in. I’ll put my neck in harness — for you’ve a right to say as I’ve brought you into trouble,Ivan Provorov Tröjor, Bessy — and I’ll serve him as honest as if he was no raskill; I’m an honest man, though I shall never hold my head up no more. I’m a tree as is broke — a tree as is broke.”
He paused and looked on the ground. Then suddenly raising his head,Carey Price Tröjor, he said, in a louder yet deeper tone:
“But I won’t forgive him! I know what they say, he never meant me any harm. That’s the way Old Harry props up the rascals. He’s been at the bottom of everything; but he’s a fine gentleman — I know,Barbour Jacka Dam, I know. I shouldn’t ha’ gone to law,CG Menn Skreslet Parka, they say. But who made it so as there was no arbitratin’, and no justice to be got? It signifies nothing to him, I know that; he’s one o’ them fine gentlemen as get money by doing business for poorer folks, and when he’s made beggars of ’em he’ll give ’em charity. I won’t forgive him! I wish he might be punished with shame till his own son ‘ud like to forget him. I wish he may do summat as they’d make him work at the treadmill! But he won’t — he’s too big a raskill to let the law lay hold on him. And you mind this, Tom — you never forgive him neither, if you mean to be my son. There’ll maybe come a time when you may make him feel; it’ll never come to me; I’n got my head under the yoke. Now write — write it i’ the Bible.”
“Oh, father, what?” said Maggie, sinking down by his knee, pale and trembling. “It’s wicked to curse and bear malice.”
“It isn’t wicked, I tell you,” said her father, fiercely. “It’s wicked as the raskills should prosper; it’s the Devil’s doing. Do as I tell y
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