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