![]() |
![]() Read Books Online, for Free |
![]() |
![]() |
|
The Chimes | Charles Dickens | |
Third Quarter |
![]() |
![]() |
Page 13 of 14 |
He slowly recalled his hand, and crushing the purse together, said with a kind of drowsy thoughtfulness: 'I told her so. I told her so, as plain as words could speak. I've taken this gift back and left it at her door, a dozen times since then. But when she came at last, and stood before me, face to face, what could I do?' 'You saw her!' exclaimed Meg. 'You saw her! O, Lilian, my sweet girl! O, Lilian, Lilian!' 'I saw her,' he went on to say, not answering, but engaged in the same slow pursuit of his own thoughts. 'There she stood: trembling! "How does she look, Richard? Does she ever speak of me? Is she thinner? My old place at the table: what's in my old place? And the frame she taught me our old work on - has she burnt it, Richard!" There she was. I heard her say it.' Meg checked her sobs, and with the tears streaming from her eyes, bent over him to listen. Not to lose a breath. With his arms resting on his knees; and stooping forward in his chair, as if what he said were written on the ground in some half legible character, which it was his occupation to decipher and connect; he went on. |
Who's On Your Reading List? Read Classic Books Online for Free at Page by Page Books.TM |
The Chimes Charles Dickens |
Home | More Books | About Us | Copyright 2004