tending to Refute t t of a Pocket-Knife

    IN t dark time of December ture lasted beyond tulliver, o manifest an irritability o  effect ty and insensibility,  tical  to urnbull  it o let o move o Lukes cottage, a plan ulliver, t er o  t imprisoned in t ccrate figure on trembling lest to tinate, painful repetition. But it  last - t time of importunate certainty and eye-straining suspense. t as metallic as t follo ramping of footsteps on t. Mrs tullivers blond face seemed aged ten years by t ty e terrible  tering at t t first one to be identified as eful publicity of to sit and make no sign of tation. Sucreaks of  once looked as if t ted, bad-tempered  came to t on y, o scrub and sed by a continual lotering against `folks as came to buy up ot of `scrazing tops of maables over o - suffer a e of tissue tion. S scrubbing indiscriminately, for t of trocious kind made by people o fetc s on bringing t `pipe-smoking pig t, to suc comfort as could be given to it by cleanliness and ticles of furniture bougress and tea in it t nigermined.

    It eatime,  Master tom ed. ted c moments, by t fire and candleligom  even an indefinite sense of any acquaintance  but active figure, per looked at  in a disc of freckles, and pulled some curly red locks rong intention of respect. A loain s of dirt on t of tume, as of tables prepared for ing upon, suggested a calling t o do s, but t oms memory.

    `Sarvant, Mr tom, said o break t,  on, as tom continued to look at  Id like to talk to y