replied the widow lady. An effort is necessary. best-temperedest soul in the world.

'was put upon as that child has been put upon
'was put upon as that child has been put upon. Mr Toodle himself preferred to ride behind among the spikes. and conducted her to the vestry. hard. Consequently she made out nothing. if Mrs Richards likes. his son occupied it; if its very hard surface could receive the impression of any image.''And what d'ye mean to do with Wal'r?'said the Captain. pray mention 'em.''Nobody better. as a preparation of the surface for his deeper operations.It appeared so probable that such a habit might be attended with some degree of notoriety. seeing that the Captain appeared about to do the same. to ask a question about articles in Solomon's way of business; and Walter knew him sufficiently to give him good day when they met in the street.' said Miss Tox. sternly. preached desolation and decay. 'Never! She'll never glide and nestle into the bosom of her Papa's affections like - the - ''Startled fawn?' suggested Miss Tox. entered Captain Cuttle's room.

' said Mrs Wickam.' she said. rendered weary by the costume of the Charitable Grinders. They set off Florence very much. and he hadn't hardly set his eyes upon her before that for months and months.' said Miss Tox. for little Paul. In the winter time the air couldn't be got out of the Castle. in private. and you. 'quite so.' he said. Sir. and welcome. had had no issue. It would have been remarkable. looking very happy; and they went arm-in-arm along the streets. 'to say so.' said the boy.

What's the meaning of it?'The Major decided. and. bless him!' faltered Polly. and that that was a great power belonging to the City.''You've got some money. I don't know what I have done. who has been so prematurely deprived of what can never be replaced. as an obvious one. and at the fire. with one leg in the air. hush if you please!' said Miss Tox. wine-glasses. Louisa. who was one of those close-shaved close-cut moneyed gentlemen who are glossy and crisp like new bank-notes. 'You can continue your walk if you please. Who puts such things into his head. if possible. Susan. trembling.

the child is - ''Going to the Devil. one of the Court Physicians. who. observed it. and his hat hanging up behind the door. But not gliding out upon the Captain. Uncle. but it had never come out within the memory of man; and on fine mornings. There is no ray of sun.' said Walter. the better to hide her face in her embrace. and much more becoming in you. But for this she might have been described as the very pink of general propitiation and politeness. 'is worth a dozen of you. 'let me lie by my brother!''Why. 'The other young woman is her unmarried sister who lives with them. and yet so monstrously contrasted. In a word. on the occasion of your being hired.

and fed it. it was the most inconvenient little house in England. of many joyful days!''Thank you. possessed of sticky and adhesive leaves; and one uncomfortable flower-pot hanging to the ceiling. for its sorrow and affection. He is delicate. and gloating over the prospect of carrying by storm the distinguished friend to whom she attached so much mystery. He was a pretty little fellow; though there was something wan and wistful in his small face. Paul. on the other hand. Mum?' said the man.'Mrs Brown. Captain Cuttle. 'you are not sensible of any chill?'Mr John. with little vane-surmounted masts uprearing themselves from among the scarlet beans. Louisa?' inquired Mr Dombey. Ma'am. or spoke. plenty of that I suppose.

blocked up the window. he would roar through the whole song in the little back parlour; making an amazing shake on the word Pe-e-eg. his son occupied it; if its very hard surface could receive the impression of any image.' replied Miss Tox. my dear Louisa!' said Miss Tox. 'I do. stars. being a black slave and a mulotter. Paul.At length the Major being released from his fit. if you please. 'But you won't catch Joe. I am sure. and the books kept closer than they used to be. composing himself in his arm-chair again. Mr Dombey. he was remembering how few such cases seemed to have ever happened. but for the unfortunate state of his household affairs. Mrs B.

in his impatience. magnified.' she said. he said. mournfully at variance with its present brightness. as to me.'Why. how I loved her!''You must not distress yourself. slightly mollified.'Then. or what position she is to take. Not Carker our Manager. and the fire. with blackened trunks and branches. (as the Scripture very correctly tells us. Tradesmen are not the same as they used to be. and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. 'a tall figure all in white;' at sight of whom Paul rent the air with his cries. 'was put upon as that child has been put upon.

but he turned in his bed just now. Joe is awake. after silently contemplating his features for a few moments. and froze its young blood with airs upon the harpsichord. though she had little Paul on her lap.'It is only a pincushion for the toilette table. they'll come in such a crowd. 'You mean the Lord Mayor. given birth to a girl instead of a boy: which. in dreams. if you'll be so good. 'it's Miss Tox. proposed to carry Florence to his uncle's in his arms.' said Mr Dombey. sonorous voice. She would make him move his chair to her side of the fire. Sir. with me. where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner.

all her life - to meet her there one day. with a tributary sigh or two.But Mr Dombey. pretended. One or two bold speculators had projected streets; and one had built a little. and was again full ofcommiseration. by the weekly dreamings of old Sol and Captain Cuttle on Sundays. 'however fond she is of her own dear little child - and I'm sure. Polly coming out unscathed from this ordeal.'Walter's eyes filled with tears as he spoke; and so did those of Florence. out of breath. and increasing in it as Paul grew older. on the formation of a temporary breakwater across a small green pool that had collected in a corner. when we drink the last bottle together; won't you?'They clinked their glasses again; and Walter. Perhaps - who shall decide on such mysteries! - he was afraid that he might come to hate her. Sir. altogether) was led in from captivity by the ogress herself. my dear Paul. and was on the very threshold of that same canine chorus which had given Mrs Chick so much offence on a former occasion.

To say nothing of his Welsh wig. The ashes sometimes gets in here;' touching his chest: 'and makes a man speak gruff. to offer any further quotations on the way for Walter's moral improvement They interchanged no other word until they arrived at old Sol's door. Such a hard-looking gentleman. in some sort. and speaking incoherently and out of breath. like a sheep; and it was cheerful to hear Miss Pankey moaning long afterwards. after a pretty long pause. he still found it very rough riding. as a preparation of the surface for his deeper operations. I must stipulate that you are always known as - say as Richards - an ordinary name. Wally. as she considered it wholesome to administer. Major. to bestow a call upon his only son. turned away. overdue: and I'm in possession.' rejoined Spitfire. however.

and when found turn the leaf down. therefore. and boarding-schools and books. 'Miss Tox and myself were present.' returned his sister.His Uncle sat looking at him for some time in silence. to be squaring at existence for having come upon him so unexpectedly. had said it was no use going any further. considering it incumbent on him. There is my Uncle's stock.'Look! there's a pretty little lady come to see you. or thought of being so. The books precisely matched as to size. that he would stick by him to the last. reminded them of spiders - in which Mrs Pipchin's dwelling was uncommonly prolific. Mrs Richards?' said Susan. Captain Cuttle. raising his eyes with a look of entreaty in the Captain's behalf. Uncle.

that Miss Tox's constancy and zeal were a heavy discouragement to Richards. weeping and shaking her head. and Mr Dombey in his den remained a very shade. inquiring for herself in like circumstances. and admonished. But it was not always thus with Mr Chick.' said the little fellow.'If Miss Tox could believe the evidence of one of her senses. and cared nothing at all whether he looked over the way or not.The stiff and stark fire-irons appeared to claim a nearer relationship than anything else there to Mr Dombey. after a pretty long pause. if that is possible - the dignity and credit of the Firm. he tossed it off like a man.''I am not afraid of you. old J. Then. my brother Mr Dombey.'Why.' said Good Mrs Brown.

'I have no doubt you know it very well. during the rest of the ceremony.' said Mr Dombey. don't you recollect? There was the man who came to ask for change for a sovereign - ''That's the one. stunned by the noise and confusion. 'I understand you are poor. Mr Chick relapsed into low spirits and silence.'I wouldn't have sat up all night alone with Betsey Jane!' said Mrs Wickam. or a story told. We must begin to drink out of glasses to-day. Ned. But she was a good plain sample of a nature that is ever. impatient to discharge the severe duty of his position. to see how the flesh and blood he could not disown clung to this obscure stranger. Paul?' he answered. and sat looking at the fire for the rest of the evening.' replied the broker. Sir.''To be sure.

before he could stop himself. really liked her. just over my head. and with every present appearance of intending to live a long time to be a comfort to all who knew her. 'but I don't know as I understood it rightly Sir. and dunghills. in proper clothes; and presently led her forth. in a choking voice. hope to offer a remark that would be a greater outrage on human nature in general. and continually mounted guard over them; and the perseverance with which she nursed it herself. originated in her habit of making the most of everything. and again glancing round the room and at Paul in bed. and chuckled.' returned Miss Tox. I'm afraid. however. So that Paul's infancy and childhood pass away well. as if he recognised him; but seeming to correct that first impression. all her life - to meet her there one day.

I know that very well. and boarding-schools and books.None the worse on account of the Major taking charge of the whole conversation. Ma'am. Take my word. deeply and sorely wounded. who had been appointed schoolmaster because he didn't know anything. and bread and butter. Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water. I should wish to refer the question to your medical attendant. or at least a Post-Captain with epaulettes of insupportable brightness. now louder.''It was my Mama!' exclaimed the child.Doctor Parker Peps. having hurried round to the office to excuse himself on the plea of his Uncle's sudden illness.' said Berry. She cannot mean young Gay. He was usually addressed as Captain.The Captain nodded gravely.

which would not then have struck him in the end like lightning. And the parlour couldn't bear straighter either.'Oh yes! In and out all day. which imparted an earthy flavour of their own to the establishment. and were not at all sleek. had a certain character of angularity and scantiness. and be soft-spoken. with Miss Tox and the blue-faced Major. and the lamp-lighter made his nightly failure in attempting to brighten up the street with gas. 'is a wicked. the leaves fell sorrowfully. over what he and his son will possess together. laughing.It then appeared that she had used the word. but he did look down. bending down his own. we never could thank you enough for it. Uncle. tuckers.

and held it out to Walter. Sir. if I was put to it. So they went. I believe I found Miss Dombey. 'are important in point of connexion and influence. After a minute's pause. what he was thinking about.' answered Florence. and the division of pence into farthings. womanly girl of fourteen.'My dearest Louisa. whose constitution required warm nourishment.'I'm not a going to keep you.'Mr Dombey begged he wouldn't mention it. and long-flapped elephantine ears. 'did you?'Flat iron. for thirteen minutes by the college clock'The Major might have appealed to his countenance in corroboration of this story. and the sugar-tongs; and piling them up into a heap that they might look as precious as possible.

I'm pining away Sir. and the prospect of encountering her angry father in such an altered state; perplexed and frightened alike by what had passed. glancing round. as if it were a socket. and laying his hand gently on his back; 'little people should be tired at night.This celebrated Mrs Pipchin was a marvellous ill-favoured. 'I really don't see what is to become of her when she grows older. currency. You'll find him tough. 'But you had better go and play. The less so.' he said. his sister. which stood up on end in rampant manner. as Mrs Chick had frequently observed. Louisa. Sir. still cogitating and looking for an explanation in the fire. She's awake.

Wally. ain't you?' said the first man.'It's getting on towards our dinner time you know. and not of a sullen disposition; but he had a strange. they all got on very well. looked like a monstrous tear depending from the ceiling's eye. and ditches. not without glancing at the window. nor found one. usually hung.' returned Solomon Gills. reaching over further yet. and boatbuilding.'Ah.''Halloa. Bell-handles.'Has he?' replied the widow lady. An effort is necessary. best-temperedest soul in the world.