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her before; she said it wasnā€™t for her to come to me first. But she spoke like a sister, too; having she allays was, and hard to pleaseā ā€”oh dear!ā ā€”but sheā€™s said the kindest word as has ever been spoke by you yet, my child. For she says, for all sheā€™s been so set againā€™ having one extry in the house, and making extry spoons and things, and putting her about in her ways, you shall have a shelter in her house, if youā€™ll go to her dutiful, and sheā€™ll uphold you against folks as say harm of you when theyā€™ve no call. And I told her I thought you couldnā€™t bear to see anybody but me, you were so beat down with trouble; but she said, ā€˜I wonā€™t throw ill words at her; thereā€™s them out oā€™ thā€™ family ā€™ull be ready enough to do that. But Iā€™ll give her good advice; anā€™ she must be humble.ā€™ Itā€™s wonderful oā€™ Jane; for Iā€™m sure she used to throw everything I did wrong at meā ā€”if it was the raisin-wine as turned out bad, or the pies too hot, or whativer it was.ā€

ā€œOh, mother,ā€ said poor Maggie, shrinking from the thought of all the contact her bruised mind would have to bear, ā€œtell her Iā€™m very grateful; Iā€™ll go to see her as soon as I can; but I canā€™t see anyone just yet, except Dr. Kenn. Iā€™ve been to himā ā€”he will advise me, and help me to get some occupation. I canā€™t live with anyone, or be dependent on them, tell aunt Glegg; I must get my own bread. But did you hear nothing of Philipā ā€”Philip Wakem? Have you never seen anyone that has mentioned him?ā€

ā€œNo, my dear; but Iā€™ve been to Lucyā€™s, and I saw your uncle, and he says they got her to listen to the letter, and she took notice oā€™ Miss Guest, and asked questions, and the doctor thinks sheā€™s on the turn to be better. What a world this isā ā€”what trouble, oh dear! The law was the first beginning, and itā€™s gone from bad to worse, all of a sudden, just when the luck seemed on the turn?ā€ This was the first lamentation that Mrs. Tulliver had let slip to Maggie, but old habit had been revived by the interview with sister Glegg.

ā€œMy poor, poor mother!ā€ Maggie burst out, cut to the heart with pity and compunction, and throwing her arms round her motherā€™s neck; ā€œI was always naughty and troublesome to you. And now you might have been happy if it hadnā€™t been for me.ā€

ā€œEh, my dear,ā€ said Mrs. Tulliver, leaning toward the warm young cheek; ā€œI must put up wiā€™ my childrenā ā€”I shall never have no more; and if they bring me bad luck, I must be fond on it. Thereā€™s nothing else much to be fond on, for my furniturā€™ went long ago. And youā€™d got to be very good once; I canā€™t think how itā€™s turned out the wrong way so!ā€

Still two or three more days passed, and Maggie heard nothing of Philip; anxiety about him was becoming her predominant trouble, and she summoned courage at last to inquire about him of Dr. Kenn, on his next visit to her. He did not even know if Philip was at home. The elder Wakem was made moody by an accumulation of annoyance; the disappointment in this young Jetsome, to whom, apparently, he was a good deal attached, had been followed close by the catastrophe to his sonā€™s hopes after he had done violence to his own strong feeling by conceding to them, and had incautiously mentioned this concession in St. Oggā€™s; and he was almost fierce in his brusqueness when anyone asked him a question about his son.

But Philip could hardly have been ill, or it would have been known through the calling in of the medical man; it was probable that he was gone out of the town for a little while. Maggie sickened under this suspense, and her imagination began to live more and more persistently in what Philip was enduring. What did he believe about her?

At last Bob brought her a letter, without a postmark, directed in a hand which she knew familiarly in the letters of her own nameā ā€”a hand in which her name had been written long ago, in a pocket Shakespeare which she possessed. Her mother was in the room, and Maggie, in violent agitation, hurried upstairs that she might read the letter in solitude. She read it with a throbbing brow.

ā€œMaggieā ā€”I believe in you; I know you never meant to deceive me; I know you tried to keep faith to me and to all. I believed this before I had any other evidence of it than your own nature. The night after I last parted from you I suffered torments. I had seen what convinced me that you were not free; that there was another whose presence had a power over you which mine never possessed; but through all the suggestionsā ā€”almost murderous suggestionsā ā€”of rage and jealousy, my mind made its way to believe in your truthfulness. I was sure that you meant to cleave to me, as you had said; that you had rejected him; that you struggled to renounce him, for Lucyā€™s sake and for mine. But I could see no issue that was not fatal for you; and that dread shut out the very thought of resignation. I foresaw that he would not relinquish you, and I believed then, as I believe now, that the strong attraction which drew you together proceeded only from one side of your characters, and belonged to that partial, divided action of our nature which makes half the tragedy of the human lot. I have felt the vibration of chords in your nature that I have continually felt the want of in his. But perhaps I am wrong; perhaps I feel about you as the artist does about the scene over which his soul has brooded with love; he would tremble to

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