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