Mackenzie; and she sat down, folding
her arms across her chest.
"I am sorry," groaned out Clive, wiping the sweat off his brow, I used a
harsh word; I will never sleep under the same roof with you. To-morrow I
will pay you what you claim; and the best chance I have of forgiving you
the evil which you have done me, is that we never should meet again. Will
you give me a bed at your house, Arthur? Father, will you come out and
walk? Good night, Mrs. Mackenzie; Pendennis will settle with you in the
morning. You will not be here, if you please, when I return; and so God
forgive you, and farewell."
Mrs. Mackenzie in a tragic manner dashed aside the hand which poor Clive
held out to her, and disappeared from the scene of this dismal dinner.
Boy presently fell a-crying; in spite of all the battle and fury, there
was sleep in his eyes.
"Maria is too busy, I suppose, to put him to bed," said Clive, with a sad
smile; "shall we do it, father? Come, Tommy, my son!" and he folded his
arms round the child, and walked with him to the upper regions.
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