uke, “you’d be a deal better here nor in some new place. I Malaysia Fodboldtrøjer can’t abide new places Bordeaux Fodboldtrøjer mysen: things is allays awk’ard — narrow-wheeled waggins, belike, and the stiles all another sort, an’ oat-cake i’ some places, tow’rt th’ head o’ the Floss, there. It’s poor work, changing your country-side.”
“But I doubt, Luke, they’ll be for getting rid o’ Ben, and making you do with a lad; and I must help a bit wi’ the mill. You’ll have a worse place.”
“Ne’er mind, sir,” said Luke, “I sha’n’t plague mysen. I’n been wi’ you twenty year, Tyskland Børn Fodboldtrøjer an’ you can’t get twenty year wi’ whistlin’ for ’em, Stoke City Dame no more nor you can make the trees grow: you mun wait till God A’mighty sends ’em. I can’t abide new victual nor new faces, I can’t — you niver know but what they’ll gripe you.”
The walk was finished in silence after this, for Luke had disburthened himself of thoughts to an extent that left his conversational resources quite barren, and Mr. Tulliver had relapsed from his recollections into a painful meditation on the choice of hardships before him. Maggie noticed that he was unusually absent that evening at tea; and afterward he sat leaning forward in his chair, looking at the ground, moving his lips, and shaking his head from Manchester United Dame time to time. Then he looked hard at Mrs. Tulliver, who was knitting Portugal Børn opposite him, then at Maggie, who, as she bent over her sewing, was intensely conscious of some drama going forward in her father’s mind. Suddenly he took up the poker and broke the large coal fiercely.
“Dear heart, Mr. Tulliver, what can you be thinking of?” said his wife, looking Holland Fodboldtrøjer up in Orlando City alarm; “it’s very wasteful, breaking the coal, and we’ve got hardly any large coal left, and I don’t know where the rest is to come from.”
“I don’t think you’re quite so well to-night, are you, father?” said Maggie; “you seem uneasy.”
“Why, how is it Tom doesn’t come?” said Mr. Tulliver, impatiently.
“Dear heart, Dame Parajumpers Gobi Parka is AS Roma Dame it time? I must go and get his supper,” said Mrs. Tulliver, laying down her knitting, and leaving the room.
“It’s nigh upon half-past eight,” said Mr. Tulliver. “He’ll be here soon. Go, go and get the big Bible, and open it at the beginning, where everything’s set down. And get the pen and ink.”
Maggie obeyed, wondering; but her father gave no further orders, and only sat listening for Tom’s footfall on the gravel, apparently irritated by the wind, which had risen, and was roaring so as to drown all other sounds. There was a strange light in his eyes that rather frightened Maggie; she began to wish that Tom would come, too.
“There he is, then,” said Mr. Tulliver, in an excited way, when the knock came at last. Maggie went to open the Everton Fodboldtrøjer door, but her mother came out of the Lyon kitchen hurriedly, saying, “Stop a bit, Maggie; I’ll open it.”
Mrs. Tulliver had begun to be a little frightened at her boy, but she was jealous of every office others did for him.
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