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"Put your hair behind your ears, Maggie, and keep your frock on your shoulder." Aunt Glegg always spoke to them in this loud, emphatic way, as if she considered them deaf, or perhaps rather idiotic; it was a means, she thought, of making them feel that they were accountable creatures, and might be a salutary check on naughty tendencies.
Ay, ay, tell me who's Wakem's butcher, and I'll tell you where to get your meat." "But lawyer Wakem's son's got a hump-back," said Mrs. Pullet, who felt as if the whole business had a funereal aspect; "it's more nat'ral to send him to a clergyman." "Yes," said Mr. Glegg, interpreting Mrs.
I'm sure I've never had a day's health since I've lived here. 'You've been very unlucky, indeed, Mr Glegg, said Harker. 'But you know, if we lay out money, we shall look for a return. We must raise your rent. 'Ah, sir, I suppose so, answered John with a sigh; 'and how we're to pay it, I don't know.
"Why, you must ha' dealt wi' no end o' packmen when you war a young lass before the master here had the luck to set eyes on you. I know where you lived, I do, seen th' house many a time, close upon Squire Darleigh's, a stone house wi' steps " "Ah, that it had," said Mrs. Glegg, pouring out the tea. "You know something o' my family, then?
We'll do as we'd be done by; for if my children have got no other luck, they've got an honest father and mother." "Well," said Mr. Glegg, who had been meditating after Tom's words, "we shouldn't be doing any wrong by the creditors, supposing your father was bankrupt. I've been thinking o' that, for I've been a creditor myself, and seen no end o' cheating.
"Mr. Glegg," interrupted his wife, severely, "mind what you're saying. You're putting yourself very forrard in other folks's business. If you speak rash, don't say it was my fault." "That's such a thing as I never heared of before," said uncle Pullet, who had been making haste with his lozenge in order to express his amazement, "making away with a note!
Glegg wore one of her third-best fronts on a week-day visit, but not at a sister's house; especially not at Mrs. Tulliver's, who, since her marriage, had hurt her sister'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!
"It's you as can't let people alone, but must be gnawing at 'em forever. I should never want to quarrel with any woman if she kept her place." "My place, indeed!" said Mrs. Glegg, getting rather more shrill. "There's your betters, Mr.
But immediately afterward Maggie had reflected that if she drove many nails in she would not be so well able to fancy that the head was hurt when she knocked it against the wall, nor to comfort it, and make believe to poultice it, when her fury was abated; for even aunt Glegg would be pitiable when she had been hurt very much, and thoroughly humiliated, so as to beg her niece's pardon.
What my husband has done for his sister's unknown, and we should ha' been better off this day if it hadn't been as he's lent money and never asked for it again." "Come, come," said Mr. Glegg, kindly, "don't let us make things too dark. What's done can't be undone. We shall make a shift among us to buy what's sufficient for you; though, as Mrs. G. says, they must be useful, plain things.
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