” he added, looking at Maggie, and thinking that her agitated face was only part of her girlish way of taking things.
“Yes,” said Maggie, again faintly. Then, urged to fuller speech by Tom’s freedom from apprehension, she said loudly and rapidly, as if the words would burst from her: “Oh,Mike Gartner Tröjor, Tom, he will lose the mill and the land and everything; he will have nothing left.”
Tom’s eyes flashed out one look of surprise at her,Moncler Dame Vest, before he turned pale, and trembled visibly. He said nothing, but sat down on the sofa again,Alex Pietrangelo Tröjor, looking vaguely out of the opposite window.
Anxiety about the future had never entered Tom’s mind. His father had always ridden a good horse,Brandon Bollig Tröjor, kept a good house, and had the cheerful,Bill Ranford Tröjor, confident air of a man who has plenty of property to fall back upon. Tom had never dreamed that his father would “fail”; that was a form of misfortune which he had always heard spoken of as a deep disgrace,J.T. Brown Tröjor, and disgrace was an idea that he could not associate with any of his relations, least of all with his father. A proud sense of family respectability was part of the very air Tom had been born and brought up in. He knew there were people in St. Ogg’s who made a show without money to support it, and he had always heard such people spoken of by his own friends with contempt and reprobation. He had a strong belief,Dame Moncler Gene, which was a lifelong habit, and required no definite evidence to rest on, that his father could spend a great deal of money if he chose; and since his education at Mr. Stelling’s had given him a more expensive view of life, he had often thought that when he got older he would make a figure in the world, with his horse and dogs and saddle, and other accoutrements of a fine young man, and show himself equal to any of his contemporaries at St. Ogg’s, who might consider themselves a grade above him in society because their fathers were professional men, or had large oil-mills. As to the prognostics and headshaking of his aunts and uncles, they had never produced the least effect on him, except to make him think that aunts and uncles were disagreeable society; he had heard them find fault in much the same way as long as he could remember. His father knew better than they did.
The down had come on Tom’s lip, yet his thoughts and expectations had been hitherto only the reproduction, in changed forms, of the boyish dreams in which he had lived three years ago. He was awakened now with a violent shock.
Maggie was frightened at Tom’s pale,CG Menn Bromley Bomber, trembling silence. There was something else to tell him — something worse. She threw her arms round him at last, and said, with a half sob:
“Oh, Tom — dear, dear Tom,Menn Moncler Clavier, don’t fret too much; try and bear it well.”
Tom turned his cheek passively to meet her entreating kisses,Troy Brouwer Tröjor, and there gathered a moisture in his eyes,Zach Bogosian Tröjor, which he just rubbed away with his hand. The action seemed to rouse him, for he shook himself and said: “I shall go home, with you, Maggie. Didn’t my father say I was to go?”
“No, Tom,Thomas Chabot Tröjor, father didn’t wish it,�
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