, my boy,” she said, as he took off his hat and coat. “You shall have it by yourself, just as you like, and I won’t speak to you.”
“I think my father wants Tom, 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 Ireland Pelipaidat Tom.
“You sit down, all of you,” said Mr. Tulliver, Argentiina peremptorily.
“And, Tom, sit down here; I’ve got something for you to write i’ the Bible.”
They all three sat down, looking at him. He began to speak slowly, looking first at his wife.
“I’ve made up my mind, Bessy, 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 Sevilla bearing one another ill-will. I’ll stop in the old place, and I’ll serve under Wakem, and I’ll serve Manchester United Trøjer him like an honest man; there’s no Tulliver but what’s honest, mind that, Cameroon Fodboldtrøjer Tom,”— here his voice rose — “they’ll Guadalajara 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 Eden Hazard Pelipaidat 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, Bessy — and I’ll serve him as Atletico Nacional 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, 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, I know. I shouldn’t ha’ gone to law, they say. But who made it so as there Forenede Stater Børn was no arbitratin’, and no justice to be got? It signifies nothing to him, I know that; he’s one o’ Dame Parajumpers Gobi Parka 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 Manchester City Trøjer 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, Galatasaray SK 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 ylinks:
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