This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...Mr. Moffat put one arm round him for support and drove with the other as best he could. Fortunately it was dusk by this time, and the people whom they met could not distinctly see Tom's condition. Mr. Moffat would have cared comparatively little who saw it, if he could have devised any means of hiding ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...Mr. Moffat put one arm round him for support and drove with the other as best he could. Fortunately it was dusk by this time, and the people whom they met could not distinctly see Tom's condition. Mr. Moffat would have cared comparatively little who saw it, if he could have devised any means of hiding it from his mother--at least, till Tom was himself again. When they at length reached the Hollow, he found the boy waiting to take the horse. 'Where is Mrs. Corval?' was Mr Moffat's first question. 'She's in the byre. Isn't Master Tom well, sir?' 'No; but I don't want you to say anything about it. Take the horse and gig up to Squire Corval's with my compliments and thanks, and then come back here and see if Mrs. Corval needs you for anything.' The boy did as directed, and Mr. Moffat assisted Tom's stumbling steps into the kitchen. Esther met them at the door, and looked at them in astonishment. 'Tom is ill. Esther; we must get him to bed before your mother comes in, ' said Mr. Moffat. But Esther had seen people ill in the same way before now. '111!' she repeated, with strong disgust. 'He's been drinking!' she cried indignantly; 'and I daresay he has lost the price of the cow!' 'Esther, hush! the money is all safe, and Tom is not in a fit state to be scolded now, even if you were the proper person to do it, ' interposed Mr. Moffat. 'Make a strong cup of coffee ready for him, while I try and get him to bed.' Esther went to do as she was told, crying as she did so with shame, anger, and sorrow. Even when most vexed with Tom, she had always been proud of him, and she felt his present degradation bitterly. Mr. Moffat, thinking it would be too difficult a business to get Tom up the stairs, helped him to his own room; where, after a good deal of...
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