CHAPTER 7
ke and a glass o wine.
`ell, Bessy! said Mrs Glegg, ter smile and a scarcely perceptible toss of youd knoer better. I never did eat bet going to begin. Not but nonsense of one one. You was never broug way, Bessy.
` can I do? Mr tulliver doesnt like I put it half an hour earlier because o you.
`Yes, yes, I knoing everyt till after tea, if t o suc its a pity for you, Bessy, as you got more strengtll be . And I gone and got a great dinner for us - going to expense for your sisters as ud sooner eat a crust o dry bread nor o ruin you ravagance - I take pattern by your sister Deane - s tin i going to lao spend oo. A boiled joint, as you could make brotcone of empic protest, `and a plain pudding h a spoonful o sugar and no spice, ud be far more becoming.
iter Glegg in t for tulliver never terfo puts out its leg in a deprecating manner can be said to quarrel ones. But t of tender one, and not at all ne Mrs tulliver could make ten made before.
`Mr tulliver says , s to do as er.
`ell, Bessy, I cant leave your c omy savings, to keep em from ruin. And you mustnt look to s go first - o die and leave me o go back to his own kin.
terruption o Mrs tulliver, to receive sister Pullet - it must be sister Pullet because t of a four-wheel.
Mrs Glegg tossed t t of trong opinion on t subject.
Sister Pullet ears ullivers door, and it ly requisite t sting out, for tulliver stood ready to support still and sears at tance.