City and town life -- Fiction; Urban poor -- Fiction
"Oh! I was cut, sir, after all you had done for us, sir, and the
customer you had been to me, for it never seemed like coming out to work
a day here, sir; I was always at home, and treated like a friend; and
what with the thoughts of that, and the kind way you had noticed little
Pine, and the cruel manner she had treated that poor little dead angel,
I worked myself up at last, sir, and I actually said and wished then,
that the vicar had not promised that he wouldn't prosecute her; for she
deserved it, sir, if ever a woman did. Yes, sir, I was worked up, and
in my rage, I seized the iron, sir, and she shrieked out, and though it
was only cold, I thought it wouldn't be manly to hit her with that, so I
put it down, and caught up the sleeve-board, and stood over her with it,
quite furious, while she told all, and begged for mercy over and over
again. And then, sir, I was that mad that I stamped about the room, and
she was frightened of me, hard a woman as she was.
"`Mind my eyes--mind my eyes!' she kept on cryin', as I stood over her,
and made her own to all her treachery; while at times, sir, I didn't
know whether to be mad or to cry with shame, sir; and to hear her
telling all, and then to think of her black-heartedness after it was all
found out--going to rob me, sir, and taking even my poor wife's brooch.
It was cruel--cruel--cruel!
"But then," continued Tim, "I held up, sir, though I could have broken
down a score of times, and I spurred myself on by thinking of the way
she used to treat poor little Pine, till, seeing me flourish the
sleeve-board about in that mad way, sir, the wicked creature was
frightened for her life, and, jumping up, and giving me a push, she
darted out of the room, and before I got over my surprise, sir, she was
gone. And perhaps it was best, sir, or in my rage I might so far have
forgotten myself as to have struck her, when, you know, sir, I should
never after have forgiven myself--never, so sure as my name is Tim
Ruggles."
"It's very sad," said Mrs Jared, for Tim had paused; "but, of course,
after the fright is over, she will come back."
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