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Updated: June 25, 2025
Then came recollections of later days, when John was a young man, and Lizzy still a little girl, when long talks banished turkeys and apples and sliding, when new books or sleigh-rides crowded out the old games, when the two days of John's yearly visit were half-spent in the leafless, sunny woods, gathering mosses and acorn-cups, delicate fern leaves, and clusters of fire-moss, and red winter-green berries, for the pretty frames and baskets Lizzy's skilful fingers fabricated, when he shook hands at coming and going, instead of kissing her; but it seemed just the same, somehow.
The piper, too asthmatic to run, but not too asthmatic to walk and play his bagpipes, delighting the heart of Malcolm, who could not mistake the style, believed he brought up the rear, but was wrong; for the very last came Mrs Findlay and Lizzy, carrying between them their little deal kitchen table, for her ladyship to step out of the boat upon, and Lizzy's child fast asleep on the top of it.
In spite of himself, Mr. Tulliver's eyes got milder, and he did not look away from his sister as he said, "Ay; she's fonder o' you than o' the other aunts, I think. She takes after our family: not a bit of her mother's in her." "Moss says she's just like what I used to be," said Mrs. Moss, "though I was never so quick and fond o' the books. But I think my Lizzy's like her; she's sharp.
"I did not help loving him," said Mercy, in a lower tone, her white face growing whiter as she spoke. "But" she paused. No words came to her lips, for the bitter consciousness which filled her heart. Lizzy's voice sank to a husky whisper. "But what?" she said. "O Mercy, Mercy! is it Stephen White you love?" And Lizzy's face, even in that solemn hour, took a look of scorn.
It was a couple of hours after when I came to, and became sufficiently sensible to know that I was lying with my head in Lizzy's lap, and Harry Lant close beside me.
The Captain's face grew red, like a bashful woman's. He thought Blecker had divined his secret, would haul it out roughly in another moment. If this slang-talking Yankee should take little Lizzy's name into his mouth! But the Doctor was silent, even looked away until the heat on the poor old bachelor's face had died out.
When she stood by the body of her loved teacher and friend, she clasped her hands, and, bending over the face, exclaimed, "Oh, how good God was!" Then, turning suddenly to Lizzy, she exclaimed, "Lizzy, did you know that he loved me, and asked me to be his wife? This is why I am thanking God for taking him to heaven." Lizzy's face paled.
Tulliver's fatherly love. "Ay, they're a bit alike," he said, looking kindly at the little figure in the soiled pinafore. "They both take after our mother. You've got enough o' gells, Gritty," he added, in a tone half compassionate, half reproachful. "Four of 'em, bless 'em!" said Mrs. Moss, with a sigh, stroking Lizzy's hair on each side of her forehead; "as many as there's boys.
He wrote word that Graham positively declined the invitation to Paris; that he had then, agreeably to Lizzy's instruction, ventilated the Englishman, in the most delicate terms, as to his intentions with regard to Isaura, and that no intentions at all existed.
They are both coming with me, Lizzy and Lizzy's 'pretty May. We are now at the end of the street; a cross-lane, a rope-walk shaded with limes and oaks, and a cool clear pond overhung with elms, lead us to the bottom of the hill. There is still one house round the corner, ending in a picturesque wheeler's shop. The dwelling-house is more ambitious.
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