![]() ![]() "There he is, my sweet lad! But, Lord ha' mercy! he's got never a collar on it's been lost on the road, I'll be bound, and spoilt the set." Mrs. Tulliver's curls and cap-strings, she came outside the door, and even held her hand on Maggie's offending head, forgetting all the griefs of the morning. At last the sound came,–that quick light bowling of the gig-wheels,–and in spite of the wind, which was blowing the clouds about, and was not likely to respect Mrs. Tulliver had a strong feeling, it was fondness for her boy. ![]() Tom was to arrive early in the afternoon, and there was another fluttering heart besides Maggie's when it was late enough for the sound of the gig-wheels to be expected for if Mrs. ![]()
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