ght in the pride of her heart, as she crept behind the tub; but presently she began to cry again at the idea that they didn’t mind her being there. If she went down again to Tom now — would he forgive her? Perhaps her father would be there, and he would take her part. But Tyskland Børn Fodboldtrøjer then she wanted Tom to forgive her because he loved her, not because his father told him. No, she would Arsenal Dame never go down if Tom didn’t come to fetch her. This resolution lasted in great intensity for five dark minutes behind the tub; but then the need of being loved — the strongest need in poor Maggie’s nature — began to wrestle with her pride, and soon threw it. She crept from West Ham United Trøjer behind her tub into the twilight of the long attic, but just then she heard a quick foot-step on Moncler Kengät the stairs.
Tom had been too much interested in his talk with Luke, in going the round Bayern Munchen Fodboldtrøjer of the premises, walking in and out where he pleased, and whittling sticks without any particular reason — except that he didn’t whittle sticks at school — to think of Maggie and the effect his anger had produced on her. He meant to punish her, and that business having been performed, Tottenham Hotspur Børn Fodboldtrøjer he occupied himself with other matters, like a practical person. But when he had been called in to tea, his father said, “Why, where’s the little wench?” and Mrs. Tulliver, almost at the Argentina Børn same moment, said, “Where’s your little sister?”— both of them having supposed that Maggie and Tom had been together all the afternoon.
“I don’t know,” said Tom. He didn’t want to “tell” of Maggie, though he was angry with her; for Tom Tulliver was a lad of honor.
“What! hasn’t she been playing with you all this while?” said the father. “She’d been thinking o’ nothing but your coming home.”
“I haven’t seen her this two hours,” says Tom, commencing on the plumcake.
“Goodness heart; she’s got drownded!” exclaimed Mrs. Tulliver, rising from her seat and running to the window.
“How could you let her do so?” she added, as became a fearful woman, accusing she didn’t know whom of she didn’t know what.
“Nay, nay, she’s none drownded,” said Mr. Tulliver. “You’ve been naughty to her, I doubt, Tom?”
“I’m sure I haven’t, father,” said Tom, indignantly. “I think she’s in James Rodriguez Pelipaidat the house.”
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“You go and fetch her down, Tom,” said Mr. Tulliver, rather sharply — his Ecuador Pelipaidat perspicacity or his fatherly fondness for Maggie making 2018 Nike Sneakers him suspect that the lad had been hard upon “the little un,” else she would never have left his side. “And be good to her, do you hear? Else I’ll let you know better.”
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