A Day of Reckoning
MR tULLIVER ially sober man - able to take averse to it, but never exceeding tion. urally an active spur temperament, o set it agloy o an exciting occasion, any sucs, and er implied t too sudden joy omed t first doubtful tottering moment passed, o gatrengtement, and t day, table ors, to make an , empered tulliver of old times, t o any one four years since t ing brief, unice. ing principles eagerness, alluding to t t riumpo some extent by and tory of om t part of t treak of irritation and ile triumpo melt for a little oms aken occasion to say a fe, tom up and made t could lemen for t o egrity and regaining name, and, for , name. But t follo, and tom looked so gentlemanly as all and straig Mr tulliver remarked in an explanatory manner to and left t a deal of money on ion. ty broke up in very sober fas five oclock. tom remained in St Oggs to attend to some business and Mr tulliver mounted o go o `poor Bessy and ttle t faintly due to good cimulus but tent riump joy. creet today, but rode sloed reet all to t o meet akem? t of t coincidence vexed ating ooday on purpose to avoid seeing or ion, o meet ulliver raig tle by an man going to serve y to fill a pocket already over full of dis gains. Pero turn: per alhis world.
Simmering in tulliver approaces of Dorlcote Mill, near enougo see a of t about fifty yards from tes, bet cnuts and elms and the high bank.
`tulliver, said akem, abruptly, in a ier tone t a fools trick you did - spreading t Far Close. I told you you men never learn to farm hod.
`Oulliver, suddenly boiling up. `Get somebody else to farm for you, to teach him.
`You tullivers flushed face and sparkling eyes.
`No, Ive not been drinking, said tulliver, `I no drinking to help me make up my mind as Ill serve no longer under a scoundrel.
`Very omorro tongue and let me pass. (tulliver was backing o hem akem in.)
`No, I s let you pass, said tulliver, getting fiercer. `I sell you . Youre too big a raskill to get hanged - youre...
`Let me pass, you ignorant brute, or Ill ride over you.
Mr tulliver, spurring aggering back o loose t once, and as taggered a feood still, ed more inconvenience t before ulliver of ted predominant man doriump vengeance, ural agility and strengt of trying to recover , grasped arm so as to press akems arm, ed for no il a womans scream was her!
Suddenly, akem felt, someted Mr tullivers arm, for the grasp of his own arm was relaxed.
`Get aulliver angrily. But it to akem t urned tullivers arms clung to .
`O Luke - motsteps.
`o t lo - I this arm is sprained.
ity, akem ullivers urned toe rage, `Youll suffer for ter is a ness t youve assaulted me.
`I dont care, said Mr tulliver, in a tell em I tell em Ive made t more even i the world.
`Ride my o Luke. `By toften Ferry - not to akem no furt into eric sobs, ood by in silence, quivering Maggie became conscious t as so grasp he surprise checked her sobs.
`I feel ill - faintishe head.
er, and tottered into purple fluso paleness, and his hand was cold.
` ter send for tor? said Mrs tulliver.
o be too faint and suffering to presently, o fetcor, or? No - No doctor. Its my s all. o bed.
Sad ending to t ter times! But mingled seed must bear a mingled crop.
In er om came o congratulate `ter, not some excusable pride t Mr toms good-luck; and tom ter as a finiso talk noom could only spend tation of t consequences t must follobreak of e. After told, tom sat in silence: spirit or inclination to tell er anyt to ask it. Apparently ted toget t a sorro. tom ed by t t must al in co come. Not one of t any particular alarm about Mr tullivers oms did not recall tack, and it seemed only a necessary consequence t passion and effort of strengter many ement, s would probably cure him.
tom, tired out by ive day, fell asleep soon, and slept soundly; it seemed to come to bed, wo see anding by of early morning.
`My boy, you must get up te: Ive sent for tor, and your fats you and Maggie to come to him.
`Is her?
` say its ;Bessy, fetcell em to make e.quot;
Maggie and tom tily in t, and reac at t. c ulliver stood at t of tened and trembling, looking urbed rest. Maggie , but oom, to her.
`tom, my lad, its come upon me, as I s get up again... too many for me, my lad, but youve done o make t even. Shake hands wi me again, my lad, before I go away from you.
t eacant. tom said, trying to speak firmly,
` I can fulfil, when...
`Ay, my lad... youll try and get the old mill back.
`Yes, father.
`And try and make tle wench...
turned ill more eager look, o time- love and trial.
`You must take care of om... dont you fret, my ... and you must be good to o my sister. Kiss me, Maggie... Come, Bessy... Youll manage to pay for a brick grave, tom, so as your motogether.
for some minutes, c daring to move. t at last oom and said,
`I urn - I beat fair. I never ed anyt w was fair.
`But, faty predominating over her grief, `You forgive him - you forgive every one now?
move o look at he said,
`No, my o do? I cant love a raskill...
ed to say more, and moved ruggling in vain to speak. At lengtheir way.
`Does God forgive raskills?... but if be hard wi me.
ed to remove some obstruction t imes there fell from him some broken words--
`too many... man... puzzling...
Soon to mere mutterings; to discern; and the final silence.
But not of deat inued, getting gradually slohe brow.
At last total stillness, and poor tullivers dimly-ligo be vexed his world.
urnbull oo late for everyt to say, `th.
tom and Maggie doairs togeto ty. turned to t, and Maggie spoke:
`tom, forgive me - let us alogether.