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“No; at twice,” Paco Alcacer Drakter said Mrs. Moss, rubbing her eyes and making an effort to restrain her Ruben Loftus-Cheek Drakter tears. “The last was after my bad illness four years ago, as everything went wrong, and there was a new note made then. What with illness and bad luck, I’ve been nothing but cumber all my life.”
“Yes, Mrs. Moss,” Connor McDavid Pelipaita said Mrs. Glegg, with decision, “yours is a very unlucky family; the more’s the pity for my sister.”
“I set off in the cart as soon as ever I heard o’ what had happened,” said Mrs. Moss, looking at Mrs. Tulliver. “I should never ha’ stayed away all this while, if you’d thought well to let me know. And it isn’t as I’m thinking all about ourselves, and nothing about my brother, only the money was so on my mind, I couldn’t help speaking about it. And my husband and me desire to do the right thing, sir,” she added, looking at Mr. Glegg, “and we’ll make shift and pay the money, come what will, if that’s all my brother’s got to trust to. We’ve been used to trouble, and don’t look for much else. It’s only the thought o’ my poor children pulls me i’ two.”
“Why, there’s this to be thought on, Mrs. Moss,” said Mr. Glegg, “and it’s right to warn you — if Tulliver’s made a bankrupt, and he’s got a note-of-hand of your husband’s for three hundred pounds, you’ll be obliged to pay it; th’ assignees ‘ull come on you for it.”
“Oh dear, oh dear!” said Mrs. Tulliver, thinking of the bankruptcy, and not of Mrs. Moss’s concern in it. Poor Mrs. Moss herself listened in trembling submission, while Maggie looked with bewildered distress at Tom to see if he showed any signs of understanding Samuel Umtiti Drakter this trouble, and caring about poor aunt Moss. Tom was only looking thoughtful, with his eyes on the tablecloth.
“And if he isn’t made bankrupt,” continued Mr. Glegg, “as I said before, three hundred pounds ‘ud be a little fortin for him, poor man. We don’t know Harry Kane Drakter but Jordan 6 what he may be partly helpless, if he ever gets up again. Divock Origi Drakter I’m very sorry if it goes hard with you, Mrs. Moss, but my opinion is, looking at it one way, it’ll be right for you to Jose Enrique Drakter raise the money; and looking at it th’ other way, you’ll be obliged to pay it. You won’t think ill o’ me for speaking the truth.”
“Uncle,” said Tom, looking up suddenly from his meditative view of the tablecloth, “I don’t think it would be right for my aunt Moss to pay the money if it would be against my father’s will for her to pay it; would it?”
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