Great Scenes from Great Novels
Great Scenes from Great Novels - Tom Comes Home- George Eliot (Abridged and Simplified)
Great Scenes from Great Novels -Tom Comes Home
George Eliot
(Abridged and Simplified)
Tom was to arrive early in the afternoon. Maggie and her mother, Mrs. Tulliver were the two persons whose hearts were throbbing in expectation of Tom's arrival. '
In her anticipated happiness Mrs. Tulliver became kind even to the offending Maggie. When Tom arrived, he displayed no great emotion on his homecoming, and the first words he spoke were addressed to the terrier, Yap.
“Maggie", said Tom, confidently, taking her into a corner as soon as his mother was gone to examine his box, “You don't know what I've got in my pockets". He nodded his head up and down as a means of rousing her mystery. “No", said Maggie. "How stodgy they look, Tom! Is it marbles or cobnuts?
"Marbles? No, I've swapped all my marbles with the little fellows and cobnuts are no fun, you silly, except when the nuts are green, But see here!" He drew something half out of his right - hand pocket
"What is it?" said Maggie in a whisper. "I can see nothing but a bit of yellow"
"Why, its ...a ....new .....guess Maggie”
“Oh, I can't guess, Tom”, said Maggie, impatiently.
“Don't be a spit-fire, else I won't tell you”, said Tom, thrusting his hand back into his pocket and looking determined.
“Do, Tom”, said Maggie imploringly, laying hold of the arm that was held stiffly in the pocket. “I'm not cross, Tom, it was only because I can't bear guessing. Please be good to me".
Tom's arm slowly relaxed and he said, "Well, then its a new fishing-rod, two new ones-one for you Maggie, all to yourself. I bought only half the quantity of toffee, inorder to save money for buying them.
And here's hooks; see here! .... I say, won't we go together next morning for angling in the river. And you shall catch your own fish, Maggie, and put the worms on, and everything, won't it be fun?"
“Was I not a good brother, now to bring you a line all to yourself? You know, I need'nt have brought it if I hadn't liked?”.
“Yes, very, very good ....I do love you, Tom".
Tom had put the line back in his pocket, and was looking at the hooks, one by one, before he spoke again.
"All the fellows fought me, because I wouldn't give in about the tofee".
"Oh dear! I wish they wouldn't fight at your school Tom. Didn't it hurt you?"
"Hurt me? No" said Tom. “I gave Spouncer a black eye".
"Oh, how brave you are Tom! I think you are like Samson. If there came a lion roaring at me, I think you'd fight him, wouldn't you, Tom?".
How can a lion come roaring at you, you silly thing? There are no lions, only in the shows". "No; but if we were in the lion countries - I mean in Africa, where its very hot - the lions eat people there. I can show it to you in the book where I read it". Well, I should get a gun and shoot him".
"But if you hadn't got a lion - we might have gone out, you know not thinking, just as we go fishing - and then great lion might run towards us roaring, and we couldn’t get away from him. What should you do, Tom?"
Tom paused, and at last turned away contemptuously, saying, "But the lion isn't coming. What's the use of talking" "But I like to fancy how it would be”, said Maggie. following him. “Just think what you would do , Tom".
“Oh, don't bother, Maggie! You're such a silly. I shall go and see my rabbits”.
Maggie's heart began to flutter with fear. She dared not tell the sad truth at once, but she walked after Tom in trembling silence as he went out.
"Tom", she said, timidly, when they were out of doors, “how much money did you give for your rabbits”.
“Two half-crowns and a six pence", said Tom promptly.com
"I think I've got a great deal more than that in my steel purse upstairs. I'll ask mother to give it to you”.
"What for?” said Tom. “I don't want your money, you silly thing, I've got a great deal more money than you, because I'm a boy".
"Well, then, Tom you buy some more rabbits with my own money".
More rabbits? I don't want any more".
"Oh, but Tom, they're all dead".
Tom stopped immediately in his walk and turned towards Maggie. "You forgot to feed them, then and Harry forgot", he said, "I'll pitch into Harry. You shan't go fishing with me tomorrow. I told you to go and see the rabbits everyday". He walked on again “Yes, but I forgot, I couldn't help it, indeed Tom. I'm so very sorry", said Maggie, while the tears rushed fast.
"You're a naughty girl”, said Tom, severely, and I'm sorry I bought you the fish - line. I don't love you".
"Oh, Tom, it's very cruel", sobbed Maggie. "I'd forgive you, if you forgot anything - I wouldn't mind what you did forgive you and love you".
“Yes, you're a silly. But I never do for get things".
“Oh, please forgive me Tom; my heart will break”, said Maggie shaking with sobs.
“Now, Maggie”, said Tom.
"Wasn't I a good brother to you?"
“Yes - ye - yes" sobbed Maggie.
"You are a naughty girl”, said Tom,"1 am sorry I have bought you a fish - line. You shan't go fishing with me tomorrow".
With this terrible conclusion, Tom ran away from Maggie towards the mill, meaning to greet Luke there, and complain to him of Harry.
Maggie stood motionless, except for sobs, for a minute or two; then she turned and ran into the house, and up to her attic. There she sat on the floor, and laid her head against the worm - eaten shelf, with a crushing sense of misery.
She decided that she would not come down for herself and thought that if she did not go down for dinner perhaps Tom will feel sorry for her next morning. Tom, however, was too much preoccupied in his own affairs to think of Maggie.
It was Mr. Tulliver who first missed Maggie at tea - time. He said, “Why, where's the little wench?” Mrs. Tulliver almost at the same moment, said, "Where's your little sister?” - both of them having supposed that Maggie and Tom had been together all the afternoon.
“I don't know", said Tom. He didn't want to tell of Maggie, though he was angry with her, for Tom Tulliver was a lad of honour.
"What! Hasn't she been playing with you all the while?" said the father. "She's been thinking of nothing but your coming home".
"I haven't seen here these two hours" says Tom, commencing on the plum - cake
"You've been naughty to her, I have no doubt".
Mr. Tulliver told Tom sternly to go and bring her and be kind to her. When Tom went to call her, she rushed to him and clung round his neck, sobbing, "Oh, Tom I can't bear it; I will always be good, always remember things. Do love me, please, dear Tom". Tom relented. He said, “Don't cry then, Maggie; here, eat a bit of cake".
Maggie's sobs began to subside, and she put out her mouth for the cake, and bit a piece.
"Come along, Maggie, and have tea", said Tom.
Next day, Tom was good enough to take out Maggie with the new fishing - Me for Maggie, fishing was a secondary pleasure, but her chief-joy was Tom's company and love. Maggie was a hero worshipper, and she found her hero in Tom. But in Tom's eyes, all girls were silly, and he loved Maggie most dearly.
Tom was greatly excited when Maggie happened to hook a large fish.
“Oh, Maggie, you little duck! Empty the basket!”
It was a happy morning for Maggie.
In her anticipated happiness Mrs. Tulliver became kind even to the offending Maggie. When Tom arrived, he displayed no great emotion on his homecoming, and the first words he spoke were addressed to the terrier, Yap.
“Maggie", said Tom, confidently, taking her into a corner as soon as his mother was gone to examine his box, “You don't know what I've got in my pockets". He nodded his head up and down as a means of rousing her mystery. “No", said Maggie. "How stodgy they look, Tom! Is it marbles or cobnuts?
"Marbles? No, I've swapped all my marbles with the little fellows and cobnuts are no fun, you silly, except when the nuts are green, But see here!" He drew something half out of his right - hand pocket
"What is it?" said Maggie in a whisper. "I can see nothing but a bit of yellow"
"Why, its ...a ....new .....guess Maggie”
“Oh, I can't guess, Tom”, said Maggie, impatiently.
“Don't be a spit-fire, else I won't tell you”, said Tom, thrusting his hand back into his pocket and looking determined.
“Do, Tom”, said Maggie imploringly, laying hold of the arm that was held stiffly in the pocket. “I'm not cross, Tom, it was only because I can't bear guessing. Please be good to me".
Tom's arm slowly relaxed and he said, "Well, then its a new fishing-rod, two new ones-one for you Maggie, all to yourself. I bought only half the quantity of toffee, inorder to save money for buying them.
And here's hooks; see here! .... I say, won't we go together next morning for angling in the river. And you shall catch your own fish, Maggie, and put the worms on, and everything, won't it be fun?"
“Was I not a good brother, now to bring you a line all to yourself? You know, I need'nt have brought it if I hadn't liked?”.
“Yes, very, very good ....I do love you, Tom".
Tom had put the line back in his pocket, and was looking at the hooks, one by one, before he spoke again.
"All the fellows fought me, because I wouldn't give in about the tofee".
"Oh dear! I wish they wouldn't fight at your school Tom. Didn't it hurt you?"
"Hurt me? No" said Tom. “I gave Spouncer a black eye".
"Oh, how brave you are Tom! I think you are like Samson. If there came a lion roaring at me, I think you'd fight him, wouldn't you, Tom?".
How can a lion come roaring at you, you silly thing? There are no lions, only in the shows". "No; but if we were in the lion countries - I mean in Africa, where its very hot - the lions eat people there. I can show it to you in the book where I read it". Well, I should get a gun and shoot him".
"But if you hadn't got a lion - we might have gone out, you know not thinking, just as we go fishing - and then great lion might run towards us roaring, and we couldn’t get away from him. What should you do, Tom?"
Tom paused, and at last turned away contemptuously, saying, "But the lion isn't coming. What's the use of talking" "But I like to fancy how it would be”, said Maggie. following him. “Just think what you would do , Tom".
“Oh, don't bother, Maggie! You're such a silly. I shall go and see my rabbits”.
Maggie's heart began to flutter with fear. She dared not tell the sad truth at once, but she walked after Tom in trembling silence as he went out.
"Tom", she said, timidly, when they were out of doors, “how much money did you give for your rabbits”.
“Two half-crowns and a six pence", said Tom promptly.com
"I think I've got a great deal more than that in my steel purse upstairs. I'll ask mother to give it to you”.
"What for?” said Tom. “I don't want your money, you silly thing, I've got a great deal more money than you, because I'm a boy".
"Well, then, Tom you buy some more rabbits with my own money".
More rabbits? I don't want any more".
"Oh, but Tom, they're all dead".
Tom stopped immediately in his walk and turned towards Maggie. "You forgot to feed them, then and Harry forgot", he said, "I'll pitch into Harry. You shan't go fishing with me tomorrow. I told you to go and see the rabbits everyday". He walked on again “Yes, but I forgot, I couldn't help it, indeed Tom. I'm so very sorry", said Maggie, while the tears rushed fast.
"You're a naughty girl”, said Tom, severely, and I'm sorry I bought you the fish - line. I don't love you".
"Oh, Tom, it's very cruel", sobbed Maggie. "I'd forgive you, if you forgot anything - I wouldn't mind what you did forgive you and love you".
“Yes, you're a silly. But I never do for get things".
“Oh, please forgive me Tom; my heart will break”, said Maggie shaking with sobs.
“Now, Maggie”, said Tom.
"Wasn't I a good brother to you?"
“Yes - ye - yes" sobbed Maggie.
"You are a naughty girl”, said Tom,"1 am sorry I have bought you a fish - line. You shan't go fishing with me tomorrow".
With this terrible conclusion, Tom ran away from Maggie towards the mill, meaning to greet Luke there, and complain to him of Harry.
Maggie stood motionless, except for sobs, for a minute or two; then she turned and ran into the house, and up to her attic. There she sat on the floor, and laid her head against the worm - eaten shelf, with a crushing sense of misery.
She decided that she would not come down for herself and thought that if she did not go down for dinner perhaps Tom will feel sorry for her next morning. Tom, however, was too much preoccupied in his own affairs to think of Maggie.
It was Mr. Tulliver who first missed Maggie at tea - time. He said, “Why, where's the little wench?” Mrs. Tulliver almost at the same moment, said, "Where's your little sister?” - both of them having supposed that Maggie and Tom had been together all the afternoon.
“I don't know", said Tom. He didn't want to tell of Maggie, though he was angry with her, for Tom Tulliver was a lad of honour.
"What! Hasn't she been playing with you all the while?" said the father. "She's been thinking of nothing but your coming home".
"I haven't seen here these two hours" says Tom, commencing on the plum - cake
"You've been naughty to her, I have no doubt".
Mr. Tulliver told Tom sternly to go and bring her and be kind to her. When Tom went to call her, she rushed to him and clung round his neck, sobbing, "Oh, Tom I can't bear it; I will always be good, always remember things. Do love me, please, dear Tom". Tom relented. He said, “Don't cry then, Maggie; here, eat a bit of cake".
Maggie's sobs began to subside, and she put out her mouth for the cake, and bit a piece.
"Come along, Maggie, and have tea", said Tom.
Next day, Tom was good enough to take out Maggie with the new fishing - Me for Maggie, fishing was a secondary pleasure, but her chief-joy was Tom's company and love. Maggie was a hero worshipper, and she found her hero in Tom. But in Tom's eyes, all girls were silly, and he loved Maggie most dearly.
Tom was greatly excited when Maggie happened to hook a large fish.
“Oh, Maggie, you little duck! Empty the basket!”
It was a happy morning for Maggie.
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