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Updated: June 11, 2025
A pale flush rose to Mrs. Tollman's cheeks and she volunteered no reply. The two women, each unusual in her beauty and each the other's opposite of type, stood with the quiet repression of their breeding, yet with an impalpable spirit of enmity between them: the enmity of two women who at heart love one man. Mrs. Holbury spoke first.
He had got through the village, and this toll-bar was his last trial; but when the infant toll-takers came screeching out, he had half a mind to run for it, and make a bolt across the country. 'Why, deary Mr Pinch! oh, deary sir! cried the tollman's wife. 'What an unlikely time for you to be a-going this way with a bag! 'I am going to Salisbury, said Tom.
Before Eben Tollman's eyes swam spots of red and in his heart leaped a withering flame of betrayed wrath. Had Conscience, after all, through these months and years, deceived him? Had she surreptitiously kept in touch with the erstwhile lover who had already wrecked one home? Had she been letting memories kindle fires in her which all his faithful love had left unquickened?
I see in it, too, the dishonor of a woman's giving her body to one man while her heart belongs to another. By your own confession you are part Eben Tollman's and part mine. He holds only a pallid and empty allegiance: I hold, and held first, your heart, a splendid, vital heart.... I can offer you life ... and you belong to me!" "Then you mean that I must fight you, too as well as myself?"
'Why, goodness, where's the gig, then? cried the tollman's wife, looking down the road, as if she thought Tom might have been upset without observing it. 'I haven't got it, said Tom. 'I he couldn't evade it; he felt she would have him in the next question, if he got over this one. 'I have left Mr Pecksniff.
'I don't see a turnpike an' sure I ought to know a tollman's dirty face in any place. Sorra house here at all at all, or a gate; or a ha'porth except trees, he added in a disgusted manner. 'There, said the Canadian, pointing to a ploughed line along each side of the road, whence the earth had been thrown up in the centre by a scraper; 'that's turnpiking.
He acknowledged with self-scorn that his eagerness to break through Tollman's force of possession went back to a motive more selfish than exalted. He was driven by a personal craving to hold another man's wife in his arms. He was tempted by the sense of insurmountable power which he knew he held upon her thoughts, her love and her imagination.
And she was right, for when he drew within hail of the gate, forth rushed the tollman's children, shrieking in tiny chorus, 'Mr Pinch! to Tom's intense delight.
The crowd on the highroad became greater and greater; there was quite a crush of men and cattle. They walked in the road, and close by the paling; and at the barrier they even walked into the tollman's potato field, where his own fowl was strutting about with a string to its legs, lest it should take fright at the crowd, and stray away, and so be lost.
This was the bulwark of fallacy with which Conscience Tollman sought to safeguard her dwindling confidence in the ultimate success of her wifehood and she clung to it with a bitter determination. Where the old iron urns, painted a poison green, had stood in the front yard of Tollman's house there was no longer any offense to the eye.
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