t painful moment of arrival. The tall, worn, dark-haired woman was a strong contrast to the Dodson sisters as she entered in her shabby dress, with her shawl and bonnet looking as if they had been hastily huddled on, and with that entire absence of self-consciousness which belongs to keenly felt trouble. Maggie was clinging to her arm; and Cote d'lvoire Fodboldtrøjer Mrs. Moss Australia Pelipaidat seemed Newcastle United Børn Fodboldtrøjer to notice no one else except Tom, whom she went straight up to and took by the Lionel Messi Pelipaidat hand.
“Oh, my dear children,” she burst out, “you’ve no call to think well o’ me; I’m a poor aunt to you, for I’m one o’ them as take all and give nothing. How’s my poor brother?”
“Mr. Turnbull thinks he’ll get Los Angeles Galaxy better,” said Maggie. “Sit down, aunt Gritty. Don’t fret.”
“Oh, Bolton Wanderers my sweet child, I feel torn i’ two,” said Mrs. Moss, allowing Maggie to lead her to the sofa, but still not seeming to notice the presence of the rest. “We’ve three hundred pounds o’ my brother’s money, and now he wants it, and you all want it, poor things! — and yet we must be sold up to pay it, and there’s my poor children — eight of ’em, and the little un of all can’t speak plain. And I feel as if I was a robber. But I’m sure I’d no PJS Naiset Kodiak thought as my brother ——”
The poor woman was interrupted by a rising sob.
“Three hundred pounds! oh dear, dear,” said Mrs. Tulliver, who, when she had said that her husband had done “unknown” things for his sister, had not had any particular sum in her Klubber mind, and felt a wife’s irritation at having been kept in the dark.
“What madness, to be sure!” said Mrs. Glegg. “A man with a family! He’d no right to lend his money i’ that way; and without security, I’ll be bound, if the truth was known.”
Mrs. Glegg’s voice had arrested Mrs. Moss’s attention, and looking up, she said:
“Yes, there was security; my husband gave a note for it. We’re not that sort o’ people, neither of us, as ‘ud rob my brother’s children; and we looked to paying back the money, when the times got a bit better.”
“Well, but now,” said Mr. Glegg, gently, “hasn’t your husband no way o’ raising this money? Because it ‘ud be a little fortin, like, for these folks, if we can do without Tulliver’s being made a bankrupt. Your husband’s got stock; it Nordirland Fodboldtrøjer is but right he should raise the money, as it seems to me — not but what I’m Converse British Flag sorry for you, Mrs. Moss.”
“Oh, sir, you Santos Fodboldtrøjer don’t know what bad luck my husband’s had with his stock. The farm’s suffering so as never was for want o’ stock; and we’ve sold all the wheat, and we’re behind with our rent — not but what we’d like to do what’s right, and I’d sit up and work half the night, if it ‘ud be any good; but there’s them poor children — four of ’em such little uns ——”
“Don’t cry so, aunt; don’t fret,” whispered Maggie, who had kept hold of Mrs. Moss’s hand.
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