The Grey Woman and other TalesGaskell, Elizabeth Cleghorn
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The Grey Woman and other Tales
Gaskell, Elizabeth Cleghorn
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories
“Daren’t! Why you’ll have to dare much more if you go down and face
mother without some such story.”
“No! I shan’t. I shan’t have to dare God’s anger. Mother taught me to
fear that; she said I need never be really afraid of aught else. Just
be quiet, Dick, while I say my prayers.”
Dick watched his little cousin kneel down by the bed, and bury his
face in the clothes; he did not say any set prayer (which Dick was
accustomed to think was the only way of praying), but Tom seemed, by
the low murmuring which Dick heard, to be talking to a dear friend; and
though at first he sobbed and cried, as he asked for help and strength,
yet when he got up, his face looked calm and bright, and he spoke
quietly as he said to Dick, “Now I’m ready to go and tell aunt.”
“Aunt” meanwhile had missed her pitcher and her soap, and was in no
good-tempered mood when Tom came to make his confession. She had been
hindered in her morning’s work by his taking her things away; and now
he was come to tell her of the pane being broken and that it must be
mended, and money must go all for a child’s nonsense.
She gave him (as he had been led to expect) one or two very sharp
blows. Jack and Dick looked on with curiosity, to see how he would take
it; Jack, at any rate, expecting a hearty crying from “softy” (Jack
himself had cried loudly at his last beating), but Tom never shed a
tear, though his face did go very red, and his mouth did grow set with
the pain. But what struck the boys more even than his being “hard” in
bearing such blows, was his quietness afterwards. He did not grumble
loudly, as Jack would have done, nor did he turn sullen, as was Dick’s
custom; but the minute afterwards he was ready to run an errand for his
aunt; nor did he make any mention of the hard blows, when his uncle
came in to breakfast, as his aunt had rather expected he would. She was
glad he did not, for she knew her husband would have been displeased to
know how early she had begun to beat his orphan nephew. So she almost
felt grateful to Tom for his silence, and certainly began to be sorry
she had struck him so hard.
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