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TOM was to arrive early in the afternoon, and at that place was another fluttering bosom besides Maggie & # 8217 ; s when it was late plenty for the sound of the gig wheels to be expected ; for if Mrs Tulliver had a strong feeling, it was fancy for her male child. At last the sound came & # 8211 ; that speedy visible radiation bowling of the gig wheels & # 8211 ; and in malice of the air current which was blowing the clouds about, and was non likely to esteem Mrs Tulliver & # 8217 ; s coils and cap-strings, she came outdoors the door, and even held her manus on Maggie & # 8217 ; s piquing caput, burying all the heartache of the forenoon.

& # 8216 ; There he is, my sweet lad! But, Lord ha & # 8217 ; clemency, he & # 8217 ; s got ne’er a neckband on ; it & # 8217 ; s been lost on the route, I & # 8217 ; ll be bound, and spoilt the set. & # 8217 ;

Mrs Tulliver stood with her weaponries open ; Maggie jumped foremost on one leg and so on the other ; while Tom descended from the gig and said, with masculine reserve as to the stamp emotions, & # 8216 ; Hallo! Yap, what, are you at that place? & # 8217 ;

However, he submitted to be kissed volitionally plenty, though Maggie hung on his cervix in instead a strangling manner, while his blue-gray eyes wandered towards the croft and the lambs and the river where he promised himself that he would get down to angle the first thing to-morrow forenoon. He was one of those chaps that grow everyplace in England, and, at 12 or 13 old ages of age, look as much alike as goslings: & # 8211 ; a chap with light brown hair, cheeks of pick and roses, full lips, indeterminate nose and eye-brows & # 8211 ; a countenance in which it seems impossible to spot anything but the generic character of boyhood ; every bit different as possible from hapless Maggie & # 8217 ; s Browne, which Nature seemed to hold moulded and coloured with the most distinct purpose. But that same Nature has the deep

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cunning which hides itself under the visual aspect of openness, so that simple people think they can see through her rather good, and all the piece she is in secret fixing a defense of their confident prognostications. Under these mean boylike countenances that she seems to turn off by the gross, she conceals some of her most stiff inflexible intents, some of her most unmodifiable characters, and the dark-eyed, demonstrative, rebellious miss may after all turn out to be a inactive being compared with this pink and white spot of maleness with the indeterminate characteristics.

& # 8216 ; Maggie, & # 8217 ; said Tom, confidentially, taking her into a corner, every bit shortly as his female parent was gone out to analyze his box, and the warm parlor had taken off the iciness he had felt from the long thrust, & # 8216 ; you don & # 8217 ; t cognize what I & # 8217 ; ve got in my pockets & # 8217 ; & # 8211 ; nodding his caput up and down as a agency of bestiring her sense of enigma.

& # 8216 ; No, & # 8217 ; said Maggie. & # 8216 ; How stodgy they look, Tom! Is it marls ( marbles ) & # 8211 ; or cobnuts? & # 8217 ; Maggie & # 8217 ; s bosom sank a small, because Tom ever said it was & # 8220 ; no good & # 8221 ; playing with her at those games & # 8211 ; she played so severely.

& # 8216 ; Marls! no & # 8211 ; I & # 8217 ; ve swopped all my marls with small chaps. a And filberts are no merriment, you silly, merely when the nuts are green. But see here! & # 8217 ; He drew something half out of his right-hand pocket.

& # 8216 ; What is it? & # 8217 ; said Maggie, in a susurration. & # 8216 ; I can see nil but a spot of yellow. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; Why it & # 8217 ; s. . . a. . . new. . . conjecture, Maggie! & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; O, I can & # 8217 ; t conjecture, Tom, & # 8217 ; said Maggie, impatiently.

& # 8216 ; Don & # 8217 ; t be a spitfire, else I won & # 8217 ; t state you, & # 8217 ; said Tom, thrusting his manus back into his pocket, and looking determined.

& # 8216 ; No, Tom, & # 8217 ; said Maggie, beseechingly, puting clasp of the arm that was held stiffly in the pocket. & # 8216 ; I & # 8217 ; m non traverse, Tom & # 8211 ; it was merely because I can & # 8217 ; t bear thinking. Please, be good to me. & # 8217 ;

Tom & # 8217 ; s arm easy relaxed, and he said, & # 8216 ; Well, so ; it & # 8217 ; s a new fish-line & # 8211 ; two new United Nationss & # 8211 ; one for you, Maggie, all to yourself. I wouldn & # 8217 ; t travel halves in the brittle and gingerbread

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O & # 8217 ; aim to salvage the money ; and Gibson and Spouncer fought with me because I wouldn & # 8217 ; t. And here & # 8217 ; s maulerss ; see here! . . . I say, won & # 8217 ; T we go and fish to-morrow down by the Round Pool? And you shall catch your ain fish, Maggie, and put the worms on and everything & # 8211 ; won & # 8217 ; t it be fun? & # 8217 ;

Maggie & # 8217 ; s reply was to throw her weaponries unit of ammunition Tom & # 8217 ; s cervix and clinch him and keep her cheek against his without speech production, while he easy unwound some of the line, stating, after a intermission,

& # 8216 ; Wasn & # 8217 ; T I a good brother, now, to purchase you a line all to yourself? You know, I needn & # 8217 ; Ts have bought it, if I hadn & # 8217 ; t liked. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; Yes, really, really good. . . I do love you, Tom. & # 8217 ;

Tom had put the line back in his pocket, and was looking at the maulerss one by one, before he spoke once more.

& # 8216 ; And the chaps fought me, because I wouldn & # 8217 ; t give in about the toffee. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; O dear, I wish they wouldn & # 8217 ; t battle at your school, Tom. Didn & # 8217 ; t it ache you? & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; Hurt me? no, & # 8217 ; said Tom, seting up the maulers once more, taking out a big pocket-knife, and easy opening the largest blade, which he looked at meditativdy as he rubbed his finger along it. Then he added,

& # 8216 ; I gave Spouncer a black oculus, I know & # 8211 ; that & # 8217 ; s what he got by desiring to leather me: I wasn & # 8217 ; t traveling to travel halves because anybody leathered me. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; O how brave you are, Tom & # 8211 ; I think you & # 8217 ; rheniums like Samson. If there came a king of beasts boom at me, I think you & # 8217 ; d fight him & # 8211 ; wouldn & # 8217 ; t you, Tom? & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; How can a king of beasts semen boom at you, you silly thing? There & # 8217 ; s no king of beastss merely in the shows. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; No: but if we were in the king of beasts states, I mean, in Africa, where it & # 8217 ; s really hot & # 8211 ; the king of beastss eat people at that place. I can demo it you in the book where I read it. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; Well, I should acquire a gun and shoot him. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; But if you hadn & # 8217 ; t got a gun & # 8211 ; we might hold gone out, you know, non believing & # 8211 ; merely as we go angling & # 8211 ; and so a

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great king of beasts might run towards us howling, and we couldn & # 8217 ; t acquire off from him. What should you make, Tom? & # 8217 ;

Tom paused, and at last turned off disdainfully, stating, & # 8216 ; But the king of beasts International Relations and Security Network & # 8217 ; t coming. What & # 8217 ; s the usage of speaking? & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; But I like to visualize how it would be, & # 8217 ; said Maggie, following him. & # 8216 ; Just believe what you would make, Tom. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; O don & # 8217 ; t fuss, Maggie! you & # 8217 ; re such a cockamamie. I shall travel and see my rabbits. & # 8217 ;

Maggie & # 8217 ; s bosom began to flit with fright. She dared non state the sad truth at one time, but she walked after Tom in trembling silence as he went out, believing how she could state him the intelligence so as to soften at one time his sorrow and his choler. For Maggie dreaded Tom & # 8217 ; s choler of all things: it was rather a different choler from her ain.

& # 8216 ; Tom, & # 8217 ; she said, shyly, when they were out of doors, & # 8216 ; how much money did you give for your coneies? & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; Two half-crowns and a tanner, & # 8217 ; said Tom, quickly.

& # 8216 ; I think I & # 8217 ; ve got a great trade more than that in my steel bag upstairs. I & # 8217 ; ll inquire female parent to give it you. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; What for? & # 8217 ; said Tom. & # 8216 ; I don & # 8217 ; t wantyour money, you silly thing. I & # 8217 ; ve got a great trade more money than you, because I & # 8217 ; m a male child. I ever have half-sovereigns and crowned heads for my Christmas boxes, because I shall be a adult male, and you merely have five-shilling pieces, because you & # 8217 ; re merely a girl. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; Well, but, Tom & # 8211 ; if female parent would allow me give you two half-crowns and a tanner out of my bag to set into your pocket and spend, you know & # 8211 ; and purchase some more coneies with it? & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; More coneies? I don & # 8217 ; t want any more. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; O, but Tom, they & # 8217 ; re all dead. & # 8217 ;

Tom stopped instantly in his walk and turned unit of ammunition towards Maggie. & # 8216 ; You forgot to feed & # 8216 ; em so, and Harry forgot, & # 8217 ; he said, his coloring material heightening for a minute, but shortly settling, & # 8216 ; I & # 8217 ; ll flip into Harry & # 8211 ; I & # 8217 ; ll have him turned off. And I don & # 8217 ; t love you, Maggie. You shan & # 8217 ; t travel fishing with me to-morrow. I told you to travel and see the coneies every day. & # 8217 ; He walked on once more.

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& # 8216 ; Yes, but I forgot & # 8211 ; and I couldn & # 8217 ; t assist it, so, Tom. I & # 8217 ; m so really regretful, & # 8217 ; said Maggie, while the cryings rushed fast.

& # 8216 ; You & # 8217 ; re a blue miss, & # 8217 ; said Tom, badly, & # 8216 ; and I & # 8217 ; m sorry I bought you the fish-line. I don & # 8217 ; t love you. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; O Tom, it & # 8217 ; s really barbarous, & # 8217 ; sobbed Maggie. & # 8216 ; I & # 8217 ; d forgive you, ifyou forgot anything & # 8211 ; I wouldn & # 8217 ; t mind what you did & # 8211 ; I & # 8217 ; d forgive you and love you. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; Yes, you & # 8217 ; re a cockamamie. But I ne’er do bury things, I don & # 8217 ; t. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; O, delight forgive me, Tom ; my bosom will interrupt, & # 8217 ; said Maggie, agitating with shortness of breath, cleaving to Tom & # 8217 ; s arm, and puting her moisture cheek on his shoulder.

Tom shook her off, and stopped once more, stating in a peremptory tone, & # 8216 ; Now, Maggie, you merely listen. Aren & # 8217 ; T I a good brother to you? & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; Ye-ye-es, & # 8217 ; sobbed Maggie, her chin rise and falling convulsedly.

& # 8216 ; Didn & # 8217 ; t I think about your fish-line all this one-fourth, and mean to purchase it, and saved my money O & # 8217 ; purpose, and wouldn & # 8217 ; t travel halves in the brittle, and Spouncer fought me because I wouldn & # 8217 ; t? & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; Ye-ye-es. . . and I. . . lo-lo-love you so, Tom. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; But you & # 8217 ; re a blue miss. Last vacations you licked the pigment off my lozenge-box, and the vacations before that, you let the boat drag my fish-line down when I & # 8217 ; vitamin D set you to watch it, and you pushed your caput through my kite all for nothing. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; But I didn & # 8217 ; t mean, & # 8217 ; said Maggie. & # 8216 ; I couldn & # 8217 ; t assist it. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; Yes, you could, & # 8217 ; said Tom, & # 8216 ; if you & # 8217 ; vitamin D minded what you were making. And you & # 8217 ; re a blue miss, and you shan & # 8217 ; t travel fishing with me to-morrow. & # 8217 ;

With this awful decision, Tom ran off from Maggie towards the factory, intending to recognize Luke at that place, and kick to him of Harry.

Maggie stood motionless, except from her shortness of breath, for a minute or two ; so she turned unit of ammunition and ran into the house and up to her Attic, where she sat on the floor and laid her caput against the vermiculate shelf, with a oppressing sense of wretchedness. Tom was come place and she had thought how

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happy she should be & # 8211 ; and now he was cruel to her. What usage was anything if Tom didn & # 8217 ; t love her? O, he was really barbarous! Hadn & # 8217 ; t she wanted to give him the money and said how really regretful she was? She knew she was naughty to her female parent, but she had ne’er been naughty to Tom & # 8211 ; had ne’er meant to be naughty to him.

& # 8216 ; O he is barbarous! & # 8217 ; Maggie sobbed aloud, happening a deplorable pleasance in the hollow resonance that came through the long empty infinite of the Attic. She ne’er thought of whipping or crunching her Fetish ; she was excessively suffering to be angry.

These acrimonious sorrows of childhood! & # 8211 ; when sorrow is all new and unusual, when hope has non yet got wings to wing beyond the yearss and hebdomads, and the infinite from summer to summer seems measureless.

Maggie shortly thought she had been hours in the Attic, and it must be tea-time, and they were all holding their tea, and non thought of her. Well, so, she would remain up at that place and hunger herself & # 8211 ; conceal herself behind the bath and remain at that place all dark, and so they would wholly be frightened and Tom would be regretful. Thus Maggie thought in the pride of her bosom, as she crept behind the bath ; but soon she began to shout once more at the thought Thursday t they didn & # 8217 ; t mind her being at that place. If she w

ent down once more to Tom now – would he forgive her? – possibly her male parent would be at that place and he would take her portion. But so, she wanted Tom to forgive her because he loved her, non because his male parent told him. No, she would ne’er travel down if Tom didn’t come to bring her. This declaration lasted in great strength for five dark proceedingss behind the bath ; but so the demand of being loved, the strongest demand in hapless Maggie’s nature, began to wrestle with her pride and shortly threw it. She crept from behind her bath into the dusk of the long Attic, but merely so she heard a speedy footfall on the stepss.

Tom had been excessively much interested in his talk with Luke, in traveling the unit of ammunition of the premises, walking in and out where he pleased, and paring sticks without any peculiar ground except that he didn & # 8217 ; t pare sticks at school, to believe of Maggie and the consequence his choler had produced on

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her. He meant to penalize her, and that concern holding been performed, he occupied himself with other affairs like a practical individual. But when he had been called in to tea, his male parent said, & # 8216 ; Why, where & # 8217 ; s the small dame? & # 8217 ; and Mrs Tulliver, about at the same minute, said, & # 8216 ; Where & # 8217 ; s your small sister? & # 8217 ; both of them holding supposed that Maggie and Tom had been together all the afternoon.

& # 8216 ; I don & # 8217 ; T know, & # 8217 ; said Tom. He didn & # 8217 ; t want to & # 8216 ; state & # 8217 ; of Maggie, though he was angry with her, for Tom Tulliver was a chap of honor.

& # 8216 ; What, hasn & # 8217 ; t she been playing with you all this while? & # 8217 ; said the male parent. & # 8216 ; She & # 8217 ; d been believing O & # 8217 ; nil but your coming home. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; I haven & # 8217 ; t seen her this two hours, & # 8217 ; says Tom, get downing on the plum-cake.

& # 8216 ; Goodness bosom! she & # 8217 ; s got drownded, & # 8217 ; exclaimed Mrs Tulliver, lifting from her place and running to the window. & # 8216 ; How could you allow her make so? & # 8217 ; she added, as became a fearful adult female, impeaching she didn & # 8217 ; t know whom of she didn & # 8217 ; t cognize what.

& # 8216 ; Nay, nay, she & # 8217 ; s none drownded, & # 8217 ; said Mr Tulliver. & # 8216 ; You & # 8217 ; ve been blue to her, I doubt, Tom? & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; I & # 8217 ; thousand sure I haven & # 8217 ; T, male parent, & # 8217 ; said Tom, indignantly. & # 8216 ; I think she & # 8217 ; s in the house. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; Possibly up in that Attic, & # 8217 ; said Mrs Tulliver, & # 8216 ; a-singing and speaking to herself, and burying all about meal-times. & # 8217 ;

& # 8216 ; You go and fetch her down, Tom, & # 8217 ; said Mr Tulliver, instead aggressively, his shrewdness or his fatherlike fancy for Maggie doing him surmise that the chap had been hard upon & # 8216 ; the small un, & # 8217 ; else she would ne’er hold left his side. & # 8216 ; And be good to her, do you hear? Else I & # 8217 ; ll allow you cognize better. & # 8217 ;

Tom ne’er disobeyed his male parent, for Mr Tulliver was a autocratic adult male, and, as he said, would ne’er allow anybody acquire clasp of his whip-hand ; but he went out instead dourly, transporting his piece of plum-cake, and non meaning to respite Maggie & # 8217 ; s penalty, which was no more than she deserved. Tom was merely 13, and had no distinct positions in grammar

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and arithmetic, sing them for the most portion as unfastened inquiries, but he was peculiarly clear and positive on one point, viz. that he would penalize everybody who deserved it: why, he wouldn & # 8217 ; Ts have minded being punished himself if he deserved it, but so, he ne’er did merit it.

It was Tom & # 8217 ; s measure, so, that Maggie heard on the stepss, when her demand of love had triumphed over her pride, and she was traveling down with her conceited eyes and dishevelled hair to implore for commiseration. At least, her male parent would stroke her caput and say, & # 8216 ; Never head, my wench. & # 8217 ; It is a fantastic surmounter, this demand of love, this hungriness of the bosom: every bit peremptory as that other hungriness by which Nature forces us to subject to the yoke, and alter the face of the universe.

But she knew Tom & # 8217 ; s measure and her bosom began to crush violently with the sudden daze of hope. He merely stood still at the top of the stepss and said, & # 8216 ; Maggie, you & # 8217 ; re to come down. & # 8217 ; But she rushed to him and clung unit of ammunition his cervix, sobbing, & # 8216 ; O Tom, delight forgive me & # 8211 ; I can & # 8217 ; t bear it & # 8211 ; I will ever be good & # 8211 ; ever retrieve things & # 8211 ; make love me & # 8211 ; please, beloved Tom. & # 8217 ;

We learn to keep ourselves as we get older. We keep apart when we have quarrelled, express ourselves in well-mannered phrases, and in this manner continue a dignified disaffection, demoing much soundness on one side, and get downing much heartache on the other. We no longer come close in our behavior to the mere impulsiveness of the lower animate beings, but conduct ourselves in every regard like members of a extremely civilized society. Maggie and Tom were still really much like immature animate beings, and so she could rub her cheek against his, and snog his ear in a random, sobbing manner, and there were stamp fibers in the chap that had been used to reply to Maggie & # 8217 ; s caressing: so that he behaved with a failing rather inconsistent with his declaration to penalize her every bit much as she deserved: he really began to snog her in return and state,

& # 8216 ; Don & # 8217 ; t call so, Magsie: & # 8211 ; here, eat a spot o & # 8217 ; cake. & # 8217 ;

Maggie & # 8217 ; s sobs began to lessen, and she put out her oral cavity for the bar and seize with teeth a piece ; and so Tom bit a

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piece, merely for company, and they ate together and rubbed each other & # 8217 ; s cheeks and foreheads and olfactory organs together while they ate, with a mortifying resemblance to two friendly ponies.

& # 8216 ; Come along, Magsie, and have tea, & # 8217 ; said Tom at last, when there was no more bar except what was down-stairs.

So ended the sorrows of this twenty-four hours, and the following forenoon Maggie was joging with her ain fishing-rod in one manus, and a grip of the basket in the other, stepping ever by a curious gift in the muddiest topographic points and looking darkly radiant from under her beaver-bonnet because Tom was good to her. She had told Tom, nevertheless, that she should wish him to set the worms on the hook for her, although she accepted his word when he assured her that worms couldn & # 8217 ; t experience ( it was Tom & # 8217 ; s private sentiment that it didn & # 8217 ; t much affair if they did ) . He knew all about worms and fish and those things ; and what birds were arch and how padlocks opened, and which manner the grips of the Gatess were to be lifted. Maggie thought this kind of cognition was really fantastic & # 8211 ; much more hard than retrieving what was in the books ; and she was instead in awe of Tom & # 8217 ; s high quality, for he was the lone individual who called her cognition & # 8217 ; stuff & # 8217 ; and did non experience surprised at her inventiveness. Tom, so, was of sentiment that Maggie was a cockamamie small thing: all misss were silly & # 8211 ; they couldn & # 8217 ; t throw a rock so as to hit anything, couldn & # 8217 ; t make anything with a pocket-knife, and were frightened at toads. Still, he was really fond of his sister, and meant ever to take attention of her, do her his housekeeper, and penalize her when she did incorrectly.

They were on their manner to the Round Pool & # 8211 ; that fantastic pool, which the inundations had made a long piece ago: no one knew how deep it was ; and it was cryptic excessively that it should be about a perfect unit of ammunition, framed in with willows and tall reeds, so that the H2O was merely to be seen when you got near to the threshold. The sight of the old favorite topographic point ever heightened Tom & # 8217 ; s good-humour, and he spoke to Maggie in the most amicable susurrations, as he opened the cherished basket and prepared their tackle. He threw her

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line for her, and put the rod into her manus. Maggie thought it likely that the little fish would come to her hook, and the big 1s to Tom & # 8217 ; s. But she had forgotten all about the fish and was looking moonily at the glassy H2O, when Tom said, in a loud susurration, & # 8216 ; Look, expression, Maggie! & # 8217 ; and came running to forestall her from snaping her line off.

Maggie was frightened lest she had been making something incorrect, as usual, but soon Tom drew out her line and brought a big Tinca tinca resiling on the grass.

Tom was excited.

& # 8216 ; O Magsie! you small duck! Empty the basket. & # 8217 ;

Maggie was non witting of unusual virtue, but it was plenty that Tom called her Magsie, and was pleased with her. There was nil to impair her delectation in the susurrations and the dreamy silences, when she listened to the light dunking sounds of the lifting fish and the soft rustling, as if the willows and the reeds and the H2O had their happy rustles besides. Maggie thought it would do a really nice Eden to sit by the pool in that manner, and ne’er be scolded. She ne’er knew she had a bite boulder clay Tom told her, but she liked angling really much.

It was one of their happy forenoons. They trotted along and sat down together with no idea that life would of all time alter much for them: they would merely acquire bigger and non travel to school, and it would ever be like the vacations ; they would ever populate together and be fond of each other, and the factory with its dining & # 8211 ; the great chestnut-tree under which they played at houses, their ain small river, the Ripple, where the Bankss seemed like place, and Tom was ever seeing the water-rats, while Maggie gathered the violet plumy tops of the reeds which she forgot and dropped afterwards, above all, the great Floss along which they wandered with a sense of travel, to see the hotfooting spring tide & # 8211 ; the atrocious Eagre & # 8211 ; come up like a hungry monster, or to see the Great Ash which had one time wailed and groaned like a adult male & # 8211 ; these things would ever be merely the same to them. Tom thought people were at a disadvantage who lived on any other topographic point of the Earth, and Maggie when she read

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about Christiana go throughing & # 8216 ; the river over which there is no span & # 8217 ; ever saw the Floss between the green grazing lands by the Great Ash.

Life did alteration for Tom and Maggie ; and yet they were non incorrect in believing that the ideas and loves of these first old ages would ever do portion of their lives. We could ne’er hold loved the Earth so good if we had had no childhood in it, & # 8211 ; if it were non the Earth where the same flowers come up once more every spring that we used to garner with our bantam fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass & # 8211 ; the same hips and haws on the fall hedgerows & # 8211 ; the same redbreasts that we used to name & # 8216 ; God & # 8217 ; s birds & # 8217 ; because they did no injury to the cherished harvests. What freshness is worth that sweet humdrum where everything is known and loved because it is known?

The wood I walk in on this mild May twenty-four hours, with the immature amber leaf of the oaks between me and the blue sky, the white star-flowers and the fair-haired veronica and the land Hedera helix at my pess & # 8211 ; what grove of tropic thenars, what unusual ferns or glorious broad-petalled flowers, could of all time thrill such deep and delicate fibers within me as this home-scene? These familiar flowers, these well-remembered bird-notes, this sky with its spasmodic brightness, these furrowed and grassy Fieldss, each with a kind of personality given to it by the freakish hedgerows & # 8211 ; such things as these are the female parent lingua of our imaginativeness, the linguistic communication that is loaded with all the elusive inextricable associations the fugitive hours of our childhood left behind them. Our delectation in the sunlight on the deep bladed grass today, might be no more than the weak perceptual experience of jaded psyches, if it were non for the sunlight and the grass in the faraway old ages, which still live in us and transform our perceptual experience into love.

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