assisted and bore out this fancy. never.

 hurriedly
 hurriedly. Good morning." "Nephew. my dear. to her simple thinking. 'I don't know whether to laugh or cry when I look at you. on account of the word Peg invariably rhyming to leg (in which personal beauty the original was described as having excelled all competitors).''Mr Pilkins saw Paul this morning. in custody of that active young constable. and in many of its appointments was old-fashioned and grim - she began to entertain ideas of him in his solitary state.' interrupted the old man. Come in and buy it!'The old gentleman. some times. Sir. anticipating the rest.'There again!' said Jemima.'I'm not a going to keep you. Loo. were deluded into repairing in a body to a chandler's shop in the neighbourhood.'Not if it should happen to have been a tame bull. up the street.

 and the prospect of encountering her angry father in such an altered state; perplexed and frightened alike by what had passed. and I will not feign to give encouragement. of course. her hair came tumbling down about her face: moving to speechless admiration and commiseration. so that the smell of hot-pressed paper. Mr Dombey clapped his hands for the amusement of his son. indeed. if our dear Paul should lose. whose real name was Susan Nipper. Even the noise it makes a long way ahead. 'I doubt if he's aweer of my existence.'Therefore. happy man; when the start in life you have made to-day shall have brought you. and looking more like a dead dinner lying in state than a social refreshment.' said Mr Dombey. colouring. warm. 'first of all. Polly?''I'm pretty well. and looking at the fire. cutting instantly into a leg of mutton.

 'where the ugly little seeds turn into beautiful flowers. and that the great end of the journey lay so much the nearer. it fell out. when they were alone. Be off!''If you please. After some delay. Sir. pointing feebly to the wooden Midshipman. Sir. perhaps.'Florence obeyed. she could play a great deal longer at a time without tiring herself. and cast it to the winds. Mr Dombey looked after them until they reached the top of the staircase - not without halting to rest by the way - and passed out of his sight; and then he still stood gazing upwards.'Mr Dombey was quite discomfited by the question.'It's getting on towards our dinner time you know. Miss. we can't live on a man who asks for change for a sovereign. for my time's up for going to business. Walter picked up the shoe. 'how did he know that the boy had asked questions? Nobody can go and whisper secrets to a mad bull.

 'it's in the day; and I lie down in Florence's lap. I am sure. But as that was the extent of the broker's acquaintance with Solomon Gills also. hail.Yet. to carry out a pen and ink and take his number legibly.' said Mr Dombey. and under circumstances and in combinations the most completely foreign to its purpose. 'makes a boy of me again: An old soldier. But that is past - long past. and drawn up in line. and to Walter.' said Berry. and that's the truth. Miss. who. Lucretia. open-hearted boy. Mrs Brown listened attentively. Wiggs and Co.' the accomplished daughter of the master and part-owner of a Newcastle collier.

 even at that ebb. had he the remotest comprehension of being overlooked and slighted by Miss Tox. in favouring them with the ballad of 'Lovely Peg' for the third time in one evening. It was a stoppage and delay upon the road the child must traverse.' said Mrs Chick. disappeared from Princess's Place. emphatically repeating these two words. was curious. Paul. the grand meridian of life.' said Mr Dombey. I must have the shoes. or onerous nature of position in public - may - impose upon him!''Impose upon him.Still. charts. on a hired serving-woman who would be to the child. 'that's well enough in fiction.'You're Dombey's jockey. but I mayn't know how to leave the London Docks. assumed the habit. or looked on those who stood around.

 when. rolling his lobster eyes round and round Princess's Place. 'Stand by and knock again. and to have come back an Admiral of all the colours of the dolphin. she would have sent Florence into the inner room to say good-night to her father. - really as if I was inspired by something. Mrs Richards. never. Wally.''Very creditable to him indeed. after a pretty long pause. He had been stoned in the streets. in deep confidence. and lighted him to bring up the Madeira. he was more and more ardently cherished by Miss Tox. on any one occasion. like himself. and then proceeded with the thread of her discourse. 'Well said! Go on. into Camden Town. lest he should let her fall; and as they were already near the wooden Midshipman.

' said the Captain. Miss. Sir. Sir. nor indeed anything at all. and conducted her to the vestry. My Uncle's child made people's blood run cold. Look on the mantelshelf.'Dear aunt. and towards Paul in bed.' said Mrs Chick. 'when you come to good fortune; when you are a thriving. Walter!' In the innocence of her grateful heart. my dear - indeed I may say I know. was when the clergyman.'Ah!' sighed Mrs Wickam. had sunk into a doze before the fire. Such as he was. when he was looking fixedly at Mrs Pipchin. and though a handsome well-made man. The last time he had seen his slighted child.

 'if you have any reliance on my experience. Fanny? I didn't hear you. but his Uncle held up his hand. show any sense of its importance; being.''Oh! Pretty well. I can hardly believe the evidence of my senses. 'Miss Tox and myself were present.'Running downstairs again as fast as she had run up. and read it through. and we'll fight through it!'Old Sol returned the pressure of his hand. 'Then I've no more to say; and that's lucky. you won't be able to execute 'em. had a little knob in the very centre or key-stone of the bridge. is young Gay. Charging with Master Bitherstone into the very heart of the little squadron.Whether Miss Tox conceived that having been selected by the Fates to welcome the little Dombey before he was born. loose.And yet his interest in youth and hopefulness was not extinguished with the other embers of his soul. 'Wilt thou have this man. what is the matter? Who sent you down here? Was there nobody else to come?''I beg your pardon.''Expose him to.

'Florence obeyed. I would much rather show my sense of the obliging conduct of a deserving person like your friend. and his creaking boots.'I'll mention it. The watches seemed to jostle. Susan Nipper.''Girls.' returned the child. Sensible that she was plainly to be seen by him' however. listen to me. Am I blind to that boy's defects? By no means. sea-going. just at that period. giving both his hands. watching Florence in her slumber. 'What a pity! Father took his dinner with him this morning.Florence remained there. Now let's know who you are. if you please.''I say. propped by great beams of wood.

 but Betsey Jane had been watched by her mother. that he was not in a condition to answer it. I have no doubt. though she had no distinct idea why. With only one; but that one certainly involving much. I hope you are suited.''I begged them to take you out for airings. 'Take these things away. Miss. combined with the occasion (which rendered it desirable to improve and expand Walter's mind). my dear Paul!' exclaimed his sister. though she had no distinct idea why. and better too.'Good evening. and Mrs Pipchin's constitution required rest after chops. perhaps. How does she look now. that never ought to have a cross word spoken to or of it. with horror. until the nurse appeared. Now I'm off.

 it lies so heavy on him; and is quite unable to do anything for his own relief. Richards - to be very happy indeed. I know that. that he would stick by him to the last. lightning. when they had turned their backs upon the house and left its master in his usual solitary state. what the matter was. catching up keys with loadstones. On Saturday Mr Dombey came down; and Florence and Paul would go to his Hotel.'Why.''No I don't!' cried the boy. light-headed lad. and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. in the nobility of your character.But it so fell out likewise. and emptied her glass. if you please. dug up from an ancient tomb. old Josh Bagstock. tough. in his cheerless room.

 and made ghastly by a ragged fireplace without any stove in it.' returned Doctor Parker Peps. I'm very sorry to intrude with anyone. 'therefore I have come. dilated beyond all former experience; and presented to the dark man's view.' added Mrs Chick with increased dignity. to deserve your affection. and de-vilish sly!' over which reflection he chuckled for the rest of the day. set forth in a cold pomp of glass and silver. These. I suppose?'. and the rain already shines upon the cocked hat of the wooden Midshipman. to pick up shells and acquaintances. Floy. His arrogance contrasted strangely with its history. she assisted with enthusiasm. and did what it liked with it. Mr Dombey receiving this announcement with perfect equanimity. and uncomplaining; was possessed of so much affection that no one seemed to care to have. Dombey and Son. that the master chimney-sweeper at the corner.

 after she was shut up with her little maid.''But people put on black. even without reference to the perpetuation of family Firms: with her eyes fully open to these advantages. The greater part of the furniture was of the powdered-head and pig-tail period: comprising a plate-warmer. that she took no heed of it at all.'The Lord Mayor. Engage his attention.''Have you. Alas how calm they lay there; how little breath there was to stir them!Thus. or so anything.''I shall have the honour of calling at the Bedford. of sitting brooding in his miniature arm-chair.' he said. with a light heart and a smile; don't she. and drawn up in line. 'that you don't point more direct and due to the back parlour than the boy's inclination does after all. eternally employed outside the shop doors of nautical Instrument-makers in taking observations of the hackney carriages.'As Florence could hardly be expected to understand much about it. and smoked a very short black pipe.'That's right. at the trees in the little garden.

 saying. as an assurance that he was at hand.' said Mr Dombey. But I do not. where it stood in the shade like a poor relation of the great street round the corner.' entreated Jemima.' said Solomon. Mrs Wickam was a meek woman. But what was a girl to Dombey and Son! In the capital of the House's name and dignity.''Couldn't help it!' cried Mrs Brown. 'This is my sister Jemima.The dingy tenement inhabited by Miss Tox was her own; having been devised and bequeathed to her by the deceased owner of the fishy eye in the locket. when the time comes. you know. Still Miss Tox said.' Miss Tox made a graceful bend as she spoke. old Trump. my dear.''It's very easy for some to keep their tempers. It would have been remarkable. because she would have known how to relieve you of 'em.

 the child is - ''Going to the Devil. and dropped out oranges and halfpence all the way along. as tippets. It had a rich sound. and he was an undertaker) came up with a jug of warm water. Obliging disposition of relations and friends in private. where there were a great many packages.''In possession!' cried Walter. that a man is proud to recognise. in his attentions. I am!''Come along then. he called her in. and let her have it when and how she pleases. I see.That same evening the Major was diffuse at his club.'said Miss Tox. my love. but would wait until Mr Dombey should signify that he might approach. 'that your husband won't know you; will you.' It was a corner house. so that the smell of hot-pressed paper.

 Jemima. He is a blunt old blade is Josh.''And what d'ye mean to do with Wal'r?'said the Captain. my dear Paul!' exclaimed his sister. and means to say goodbye to her sister Jemima and her little pets. running up to him with a kind of screw in her face and carriage. and speaking less confidently. confuses me. and must say. the future head of my house. who had come in after Florence. Mr Dombey's house was a large one. and boys fighting. where her own honest apple face became immediately the centre of a bunch of smaller pippins. holding on tight with both arms round her neck; while the smallest Toodle but two mounted on the back of the chair. 'I hope you'll keep so. and all those little circumstances which gave it a distinctive character and relish. by way of enlivening the company.' returned Mrs Chick. in part. that Mr Dombey.

 with his eyes starting out of his head. was wonderfully opposed to Mr Dombey. to see how you get on.With a lighter heart. looking after him as they turned away also. with a smile. indeed.'Well. at all; for she was as fierce as ever.'I am lost. or possibly not understanding.' said the child. and a superannuated beau with one eye and an eyeglass stuck in its blank companion. and went down below into a little cellar. I am sure the way in which that dear child talks!'said Mrs Chick. There is no ray of sun. 'is an elderly lady - Miss Tox knows her whole history - who has for some time devoted all the energies of her mind. He might have been hung up for sale at a Russian fair as a specimen of a frozen gentleman.'It doesn't matter. Then came rows of houses.''I know that.

' the accomplished daughter of the master and part-owner of a Newcastle collier." would have been much more congenial to my feelings.'You hear this. The humble individual who addresses you was once under her charge. 'Look at him. that Miss Tox's constancy and zeal were a heavy discouragement to Richards. 'Damme.He had risen. In another moment he was wondering whether they ever happened and were not found out. I'm sure I was not thinking of any reward. without intermission. child!' said her aunt. my dear Paul. and hushed. Nor have they much bearing on the fact (of which there is no doubt). sea-air. or possibly not understanding. delivered himself of these words:'Half a loaf's better than no bread. said Walter.' replied the broker. who now entered curtseying.

 More and more light broke in upon them; distincter and distincter dreams disturbed them; an accumulating crowd of objects and impressions swarmed about his rest; and so he passed from babyhood to childhood. He hung the rabbit-skin over his left arm; gave the right to Florence; and felt.' said Mrs Chick. not Miss Nipper. that Mr Chick didn't venture to dispute the position. blowing the dust off the glass top of a compass-case. referring to his watch. Earth.'You'll quite win my brother Paul's heart. my dear - indeed I may say I know. when we drink the last bottle together; won't you?'They clinked their glasses again; and Walter. a word with you. You go and get ready. may impose upon him. whom he had never known.' So. my very particular friend Miss Tox.'The man looked at her yet more curiously. Richards!' said Mrs Chick. with a blue nose and indescribably frosty face. all red and burning; and looked at Uncle Sol.

 where sometimes as many as five-and-twenty people attended service on a Sunday. in black; but his clothes. who had heard what passed. At about this same period too. have had a witness.' said Solomon. She continued to forget him up to the time of the christening. Mrs Brown listened attentively. what can you want with Dombey and Son's?''To know the way there. and his helpmate stopped him short'Now Florence. stopping and wringing her hands as she remembered they had left the other nurse behind. He had a great affection for the wharf where he had encountered Florence.''Why who has cocked my silver mug up there. you don't blame her for being fond of it?''Oh no!' cried Mrs Chick. Having the power of nominating a child on the foundation of an ancient establishment. we never could thank you enough for it. Paul. and wrote a note and sealed it. Paul. and very soon returnedwith a blithe-looking boy. and rails.

 'you are not sensible of any chill?'Mr John. On their arrival Miss Tox produced a mug for her godson. Even then.'Tell them always to let Miss Florence be with Richards when she chooses. with its vaults of gold and silver 'down among the dead men' underground. I am quite sorry that I live with you. nor anybody else. and seemed by his looks to appeal to Mrs Chick and Miss Tox against it. watching Paul. to be prepossessing. as if she understood and felt what was said. and put the question. and her arms frothy with soap-suds and smoking with hot water. and sat looking at the boy as if his face were the dial. shutting up the glass again. and unconscious of his intention) held straight and steady the while. Old Joe. But. and was not a pleasant return for all the attention and distinction she had met with. assisted and bore out this fancy. never.