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with his well-hardened thumb. Poor Bob! he was not sensitive on the point of honour, not a chivalrous character. That fine moral aroma would not have been thought much of by the public opinion of Kennel Yard, which was the very focus or heart of Bobā€™s world, even if it could have made itself perceptible there; yet, for all that, he was not utterly a sneak and a thief as our friend Tom had hastily decided.

But Tom, you perceive, was rather a Rhadamanthine personage, having more than the usual share of boyā€™s justice in himā ā€”the justice that desires to hurt culprits as much as they deserve to be hurt, and is troubled with no doubts concerning the exact amount of their deserts. Maggie saw a cloud on his brow when he came home, which checked her joy at his coming so much sooner than she had expected, and she dared hardly speak to him as he stood silently throwing the small gravel-stones into the milldam. It is not pleasant to give up a rat-catching when you have set your mind on it. But if Tom had told his strongest feeling at that moment, he would have said, ā€œIā€™d do just the same again.ā€ That was his usual mode of viewing his past actions; whereas Maggie was always wishing she had done something different.

VII Enter the Aunts and Uncles

The Dodsons were certainly a handsome family, and Mrs. Glegg was not the least handsome of the sisters. As she sat in Mrs. Tulliverā€™s armchair, no impartial observer could have denied that for a woman of fifty she had a very comely face and figure, though Tom and Maggie considered their aunt Glegg as the type of ugliness. It is true she despised the advantages of costume, for though, as she often observed, no woman had better clothes, it was not her way to wear her new things out before her old ones. Other women, if they liked, might have their best thread-lace in every wash; but when Mrs. Glegg died, it would be found that she had better lace laid by in the right-hand drawer of her wardrobe in the Spotted Chamber than ever Mrs. Wooll of St. Oggā€™s had bought in her life, although Mrs. Wooll wore her lace before it was paid for. So of her curled fronts: Mrs. Glegg had doubtless the glossiest and crispest brown curls in her drawers, as well as curls in various degrees of fuzzy laxness; but to look out on the weekday world from under a crisp and glossy front would be to introduce a most dreamlike and unpleasant confusion between the sacred and the secular. Occasionally, indeed, Mrs. Glegg wore one of her third-best fronts on a weekday visit, but not at a sisterā€™s house; especially not at Mrs. Tulliverā€™s, who, since her marriage, had hurt her sisterā€™s feelings greatly by wearing her own hair, though, as Mrs. Glegg observed to Mrs. Deane, a mother of a family, like Bessy, with a husband always going to law, might have been expected to know better. But Bessy was always weak!

So if Mrs. Gleggā€™s front today was more fuzzy and lax than usual, she had a design under it: she intended the most pointed and cutting allusion to Mrs. Tulliverā€™s bunches of blond curls, separated from each other by a due wave of smoothness on each side of the parting. Mrs. Tulliver had shed tears several times at sister Gleggā€™s unkindness on the subject of these unmatronly curls, but the consciousness of looking the handsomer for them naturally administered support. Mrs. Glegg chose to wear her bonnet in the house todayā ā€”untied and tilted slightly, of courseā ā€”a frequent practice of hers when she was on a visit, and happened to be in a severe humour: she didnā€™t know what draughts there might be in strange houses. For the same reason she wore a small sable tippet, which reached just to her shoulders, and was very far from meeting across her well-formed chest, while her long neck was protected by a chevaux-de-frise of miscellaneous frilling. One would need to be learned in the fashions of those times to know how far in the rear of them Mrs. Gleggā€™s slate-coloured silk gown must have been; but from certain constellations of small yellow spots upon it, and a mouldy odor about it suggestive of a damp clothes-chest, it was probable that it belonged to a stratum of garments just old enough to have come recently into wear.

Mrs. Glegg held her large gold watch in her hand with the many-doubled chain round her fingers, and observed to Mrs. Tulliver, who had just returned from a visit to the kitchen, that whatever it might be by other peopleā€™s clocks and watches, it was gone half-past twelve by hers.

ā€œI donā€™t know what ails sister Pullet,ā€ she continued. ā€œIt used to be the way in our family for one to be as early as anotherā ā€”Iā€™m sure it was so in my poor fatherā€™s timeā ā€”and not for one sister to sit half an hour before the others came. But if the ways oā€™ the family are altered, it shanā€™t be my fault; Iā€™ll never be the one to come into a house when all the rest are going away. I wonder at sister Deaneā ā€”she used to be more like me. But if youā€™ll take my advice, Bessy, youā€™ll put the dinner forrard a bit, sooner than put it back, because folks are late as ought to haā€™ known better.ā€

ā€œOh dear, thereā€™s no fear but what theyā€™ll be all here in time, sister,ā€ said Mrs. Tulliver, in her mild-peevish tone. ā€œThe dinner wonā€™t be ready till half-past one. But if itā€™s long for you to wait, let me fetch you a cheesecake and a glass oā€™ wine.ā€

ā€œWell, Bessy!ā€ said Mrs. Glegg, with a bitter smile and a scarcely perceptible toss of her head, ā€œI should haā€™ thought youā€™d known your own sister better. I never did eat between meals, and Iā€™m not going to begin. Not but what I hate that nonsense of having your dinner at half-past one,

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