looks rarely. But youre sorely aged... dont you bear me ill- to do ter or for worse...

    `But I never t it ud be so for ulliver, range, scared look t er, `and my poor fato come on so all at once...

    `O mot talk in t way.

    `No, I kno let your poor mots been t I said... it ud o beg and pray... and it ud be no use no if I o go down o my hands and knees...

    `Dont say so, Bessy, said Mr tulliver, s of ion, o tice in  as I could no to make you amends, I  say you nay.

    `t stay  a living, and I migers... and me been suco you and never crossed you from o  ud be not rigurned against akem.

    `Motom, severely, `t time to talk about t.

    `Let ulliver. `Say w you mean, Bessy.

    ` everyts tting your face against ay y so ride about to market? And o put our  go into one o ttages in t doo t... and all because you must set your mind against folks till turning you.

    Mr tulliver rembling.

    `You may do as you like y... too many for me... Im noug a bankrupt - its no use standing up for anything now.

    `Fatom, `I dont agree  t to submit to be under akem. I get a pound a o do w well.

    `Say no more, tom, say no more: Ive  us bear one anotoo many for me.