In the Lane

    MAGGIE   Mosss giving te a neionate  avatar of perfect y. Sanding on t and a group of cousins feeding t t quiet moment in ternoon milking-time. t buildings round tumbledo over traggling rose-buso toss t, and ts er-noon sunlig suited t time. Maggie  over  a c exclaimed,

    `Goodness me! leman coming in at te?

    It leman on a tall bay reaked black  riding. Maggie felt a beating at  - o life of a savage enemy wh.

    `, my dear? said Mrs Moss, seeing in Maggies face t she knew.

    `It is Mr Step, said Maggie, ratly. `My cousin Lucys - a gentleman e at my cousins.

    Stepo t as he advanced.

    `o twelve-year-old boy.

    `No, tep tiently tossing  be going again immediately. I o deliver to you, Miss tulliver - on private business. May I take ty of asking you to h me?

    ated look, sucs le use to  abruptly, as if oo pressing for o trouble   by Mrs Moss of  and request. Good Mrs Moss, ratly y gentleman, o invite o leave  of tuation, and unable to say anyt on  and turned to oe.

    Stepurned too and walked by her side, leading his horse.

    Not a ill t in traigurned again to y resentment,

    `to go any fart knolemanly and delicate conduct to place me in a position t forced me to come out o insult me still furting an interviehis way.

    `Of course you are angry epterly. `Of course it is of no consequence  is only your y t you care about.

    Maggie gave a sligart, suc est possible electric shock.

    `As if it