at I should do for? I should like to set to work at once,” said Tom, with a slight tremor in his voice.
“Stop a bit, stop a bit; we mustn’t be in too great a hurry. You must bear in mind, Rod Langway Tröja if I put you in a place you’re Anthony Duclair Tröjor a bit young for, because you happen to be my nephew, I shall be responsible for you. And there’s no better reason, you know, than your being my nephew; because it remains to be seen whether you’re good for anything.”
“I hope I shall never do you any discredit, uncle,” said Tom, hurt, Maillot Belgique as all boys are at the statement of the unpleasant truth that people feel no ground for trusting them. “I care about my own credit too much for that.”
“Well done, Tom, well done! That’s the right spirit, and I never refuse to help anybody if they’ve a mind to do themselves justice. There’s a young man of two-and-twenty I’ve got my eye on now. I shall do what I Kevin Klein Tröja can for that young man; he’s got some pith in him. But then, you see, he’s made good use of Longchamp Victoire Torby his time — a first-rate calculator — can tell Bobby Hull Tröjor you Mark Messier Tröjor the cubic contents of anything in no time, and put me up the other day to a new market for Swedish bark; he’s uncommonly knowing in manufactures, that young fellow.”
“I’d better set about learning book-keeping, hadn’t I, uncle?” said Tom, anxious to prove his readiness to exert himself.
“Yes, yes, you can’t do amiss there. But — Ah, Spence, you’re back again. Well Tom, there’s nothing more to be said just now, I think, and I must go to Maillot James business again. Good-by. Remember me to your mother.”
Mr. Deane put out his hand, with an air of friendly dismissal, Maillot Enfant and Tom had not courage to ask another question, especially in the presence of Morgan Rielly Tröja Mr. Spence. So he went out again into the cold damp air. He had to call at his uncle Glegg’s about the money in the Savings Bank, and by the time he set out again the mist had thickened, and he could not see very far before him; but going along River Street again, he was startled, when he was within two yards of the projecting side of a shop-window, by the words “Dorlcote Mill” in large letters on a hand-bill, placed as if on purpose to stare at him. It was the Maillot Marseille catalogue of the sale to take place the next week; it was a reason for hurrying faster out of the town.
Poor Tom formed no visions of the distant future as he made his way homeward; he only felt that the present was very hard. It seemed a wrong toward him that his uncle Deane had no confidence in him — did not see at once that he should acquit himself well, which Tom himself was as certain of as of the daylight. Apparently he, Tom Tulliver, was likely to be held of small account in the world; and for the first time Maillot Sterling he felt a sinking of heart under the sense that he really was very ignorant, and could do very little. Who was that enviable young man that could tell the cubic contents of things in no time, and make suggestions about Swedish bark! Tom had been used to be so entirely satisfied with himself, in spite of his breaking down in a demonstration, and links:
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