” said Maggie, triumphantly, “and I’ll show you the picture of him in his true shape, as he fought with Christian.”
Maggie ran in an instant to the corner of the room, jumped on a chair, and reached down from the small bookcase a shabby old copy of Bunyan, which opened at once, without the least trouble of search, at the picture she wanted.
“Here he is,” she said, running back to Mr. Riley, “and Tom colored him for me with his paints when he was at home last holidays — the body all black, you know, and the eyes red, like fire, because he’s all fire inside, and it shines out at his Mark Scheifele Jersey eyes.”
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“Did you ever hear the like on’t?” said Mr. Naiset Nike Free 5.0 V4 Tulliver, Pittsburgh Penguins Jersey as Maggie retired. “It’s a pity but what she’d been the lad — she’d ha’ been a match for the lawyers, she would. It’s the wonderful’st thing”— here Luke Schenn Jersey he lowered his voice —“as I picked the mother because she wasn’t o’er ‘cute — bein’ a Classic Tall Metallic 5812 good-looking woman too, an’ come of Maurice Richard Jersey a rare family for managing; but I picked her from her sisters o’ purpose, ‘cause she was a bit weak like; for I wasn’t agoin’ to be told the rights o’ things by my own fireside. But you see when a man’s got brains himself, there’s no knowing where they’ll run to; an’ a pleasant sort o’ soft woman may go on breeding you stupid lads and ‘cute wenches, till it’s like as if the world was turned topsy-turvy. It’s an uncommon puzzlin’ thing.”
Mr. Riley’s gravity gave way, and he shook a little under the application of his pinch of snuff before he said —
“But your lad’s not stupid, is he? I saw him, when I was here last, busy making fishing-tackle; he seemed quite up to it.”
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