BOOK 7 CHAPTER 1

类别:文学名著 作者:乔治·艾略特 本章:BOOK 7 CHAPTER 1

    turn to the Mill

    BEtEEN four and five oclock on ternoon of t on  Oggs, tom tulliver anding on tside t Dorlcote Mill. er teady self-government and energetic tainment of more tability ullivers. But toms face, as ood in t still suns summer afternoon, riump. s bitterest expression, s  and deepest fold, as  farto ser ting o s, began to er eamer from Mudport and put an end to all improbable suppositions of an accident on ter by stating t ep. ould t ne s? Probably t s married: toms mind  to tation of t t could  deat disgrace.

    As orance gate, and oream, a tall dark-eyed figure, t o look at -beating .  afraid, from  fear  t  endure to alienate from us. t deep-rooted fear urning to ural refuge t ion under trospect of  ted - s desired to endure ty of toms reproof, to submit in patient silence to t  against  seemed no more t to  outer purpose ion of her own conscience.

    Maggie  on  York for a day  prostrating o folloerrible strain of t. till about ressed. Sed tce and om did not e -  t ly turned, and lifting up o ion of  conjectures. rembling and  and indignation.

    Maggie paused too - t tred in  it rus s speak.

    `tom-- sly, `I am come back to you - I am come back o tell you everything -

    `You  friends. You ful - no motives are strong enougo restrain you. I o me.

    to tood paralysed by toms words.

    `tom, said Maggie,  so guilty as you believe me to be. I never meant to give o my feelings. I struggled against too far in t to come back on tuesday. I came back as soon as I could.

    `I cant believe in you any more, said tom, gradually passing from tremulous excitement of t moment to cold inflexibility. `You ine relation ep - as you did before  to see you at my aunt Mosss; you   girl  you  friend you ever urn you o speak - my mot go near  she should remind her of you.

    Maggie oo o discern any difference bet and ions - still less to vindicate herself.

    `tom, soget to speak again - `ever I  it bitterly - I  to make amends - I  to be kept from doing wrong again.

    ` om, terness. `Not religion - not your natural feelings of gratitude and o be s, if it  - But you are ten times er and your conduct. You struggled o struggle  I conquered t I  in doing my duty. But I ion no sucer as yours: t I feel t my mot you s come under my roof. It is enoug I o bear t of your disgrace - t of you is eful to me.

    Slourning a. But tened mot noronger than all dread.

    `My c a mother.

    O t rest of t embrace to t-stricken Maggie! More  of simple y t  forsake us.

    tom turned and o the house.

    `Come in, my culliver ay and sleep in my bed.  deny t, if I ask him.

    `No, motone, like a moan. `I will never go in.

    `t for me outside. Ill get ready and come h you.

    on, tom came out to  money into her hands.

    `My  me kno - you o me.

    Poor Mrs tulliver took too frigo say anyto inct, t sh her unhappy child.

    Maggie ing outside te; sook tle way in silence.

    `Mot last, `o Lukes cottage - Luke ake me in. o me wtle girl.

    ` no room for us, my dear, no isnt to one o your aunts - and I , said poor Mrs tulliver, quite destitute of mental resources in tremity.

    Maggie  a little when said,

    `Let us go to Bob Jakins, mother lodger.

    So t on to St Oggs - to the river side.

    Bob

    e t of its age t o prince or packman.  so tood all tep on t Mudport, if  nessed t it produced on tom, o report it; and since tances o , e circles of St Oggs and ter of common talk, accessible to t o ask: except one,  department of an asylum understood to exist in tlemen ances t, and boto make all table for `t sill `Miss. to  could  - ep could   , and  allo present  it srusion and a   of books.

    But after a day or tulliver o to see to toms ters. Maggie er t violent outburst of feeling o fulfil, so be alone  sary only a little  looked on tap at turning round er  his heels.

    `ell go back, if it disturbs you, Miss, said Bob.

    `No, said Maggie, in a low voice, wishing she could smile.

    Bob, closing tood before her.

    `You see,  a little un, Miss, an I ed you to look at it, an take it in your arms, if youd be so good. For o name it after you, an it ud be better for your takin a bit o notice on it.

    Maggie could not speak, but s out o receive tiny baby,  anxiously to ascertain t transference ion and speec it was a way o s.

    `Sit doe a ne to say.

    `Bob, ser a fes, looking do t anxiously, as if s migo ask of you.

    `Dont you speak so, Miss, said Bob, grasping t as a days earnings.

    `I  you to go to Dr Kenns, and ask to speak to ell  I am eful if o me ill evening.

    `E in a minute - it is but a step; but Dr Kenns omorro. Its all ty s no o go a-nig--

    `O, no, Bob, said Maggie, ` let it be - till after a fe per of too a distance, s this idea.

    `Not  one o tlefolks as go to cry at erin places  else to do. er tened ttle un; an  me to kno come to c I told ravel ts o to bein on my legs, I cant sit so long on end - quot;an lors, sir,quot; says I, quot;a packman can do astes strong,quot; says I; quot;to lay it on t; Etle un is s like as if it kno partly does, Ill be bound - like the mornin.

    Bobs tongue ly loosed from its uned bondage, and mig. But ts on eep and difficult of approac ongue o run on along to carry  unbeaten road.  t again for a little  a question. At last imid voice than usual,

    `ill you give me leave to ask you only one thing, Miss?

    Maggie artled, but s is about myself - not about any one else.

    `ell, Miss, its this: Do you owe anybody a grudge?

    `No, not any one, said Maggie, looking up at him inquiringly. `hy?

    `O lors, Miss, said Bob, pincell me - Id leatill I couldnt see - I ice mig o me arter.

    `O Bob, said Maggie, smiling faintly. `Youre a very good friend to me. But I s like to punisoo often.

    to Bob and ty t could possibly ep furtions rusive, even if ably, and o carry baby ao an expectant mother.

    `aken t it. If I tell cill - just as cter let me leave  -  fond on you. Lors, its a fine to e fond on you; itll stick to you, an make no jaw.

    `Yes, do leave o have Mumps for a friend.

    `Mumps, lie doing to a place in front of Maggie, `an niver do you stir till youre spoke to.

    Mumps lay do once, and made no sign of restlessness,  the room.


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