Tom Comes Home in The Mill on the Floss :: The Mill on the Floss George Eliot Essays

Tom Comes infrastructure in The Mill on the FlossTOM was to arrive early on in the by and bynoon, and there was another fluttering heart besides Maggies when it was of late enough for the sound of the gig wheels to be expected for if Mrs Tulliver had a salutary feeling, it was fondness for her boy. At last the sound came - that quick light wheel of the gig wheels - and in spite of the wind which was blowing the clouds about, and was not likely to honour Mrs Tullivers curls and cap-strings, she came outside the door, and even held her hand on Maggies offending head, forgetting all the griefs of the morning. There he is, my sweet lad But, Lord ha mercy, hes got never a collar on its been lost on the road, Ill be bound, and spoilt the set. Mrs Tulliver stood with her arms open Maggie jumped startle on cardinal leg and then on the other go Tom descended from the gig and said, with masculine reticence as to the tender emotions, Hallo Yap, what, ar you there? Nevertheless, he su bmitted to be kissed willingly enough, though Maggie hung on his tell apart in rather a strangling fashion, term his blue-grey eyes wandered towards the croft and the lambs and the river where he promised himself that he would begin to fish the first thing to-morrow morning. He was one of those lads that grow everywhere in England, and, at twelve or bakers dozen years of age, look as much alike as goslings - a lad with light brown hair, cheeks of cream and roses, full lips, indeterminate jimmy and eye-brows - a physiognomy in which it seems impossible to discern anything but the generic character of boyhood as different as possible from poor Maggies phiz, which character seemed to have moulded and coloured with the most decided intention. But that same genius has the deep cunning which hides itself under the appearance of openness, so that simple heap think they can see through her quite well, and all the while she is secretly preparing a refutation of their confident propheci es. Under these average youthful physiognomies that she seems to turn off by the gross, she conceals some of her most rigid die-hard(prenominal) purposes, some of her most unmodifiable characters, and the dark-eyed, demonstrative, rebellious girl may after all turn out to be a passive universe compared with this pink and white bit of masculinity with the indeterminate features.