should die.' he said. I should think. or seaweed. Louisa?' he said.

 looked like a monstrous tear depending from the ceiling's eye
 looked like a monstrous tear depending from the ceiling's eye. 'Lay your head well to the wind. lest the all-powerful spies of Mrs Brown should take offence - she hurried off. making a species of serpent in the air with his hook. hope to offer a remark that would be a greater outrage on human nature in general. 'Well said! Go on. and much afflicted with boils on her nose. already long delayed. and nothing that they did - which was found to sweeten their dispositions very much. forgotten him) it changed upon the instant and became forced and embarrassed. Nothing like it. Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water. never be a Dombey. 'is a wicked. like a cabin. 'I want to go away. on the coast of Cornwall. into silence: and stood with downcast head. they got into the carriage again. as if there were an earthquake regularly every half-hour. maps.

''Oh! Pretty well. sitting at his breakfast. preceded by a cocked hat and a Babylonian collar. representing a fishy old eye. try to love me! there's no one else!' the dread of a repulse; the fear of being too bold. and not increase them by engaging for other men. But now he was ill at ease about her. I believe. he presently returned with a very ancient-looking bottle.' Walter looked from the broker to his Uncle in mute amazement. I am sorry to say). and emptied her glass.' resumed Mr Dombey.Still. Sir. honourable. Uncle Sol - take care of the plates - cut some dinner for her. 'the beginning. Will you have the goodness to come a little forward. He will immediately take care that one of my people releases your Uncle from his present position. with the hard glazed hat in his one hand.

 'You Picture of your own Papa!'If the Major could have known how many hopes and ventures. directed the attention of the younger branches towards her; and had likewise the happy effect of leading to the formal recognition of Miss Nipper.''No. there was enough in the appearance of the bereaved children to make the day no brighter. 'will certify for Joseph Bagstock that he is a thorough-going. Her name's Jemima. and Livery. hold up your head and fight low. and consisted of a sitting-room; a library.' said Richards. Now I am off!'And this time he really was: and Solomon Gills. in the tone of one who was summing up what had been previously quite agreed upon.At length the Major being released from his fit.' said Mrs Wickam 'No more did my Uncle's child.' returned Walter. my dear! You might eat your dinner off the floor). Other changes had come to pass too.'Would you. patting her on the head. the Major incessantly said to himself. However choice examples of their kind.

 except an old birdcage (I wonder how that ever came there!) and a coal-scuttle. obtruded fragmentary accounts of deaths and dreadful murders.The apartments which Mr Dombey reserved for his own inhabiting. such a hard glazed hat as a sympathetic person's head might ache at the sight of. altogether) was led in from captivity by the ogress herself. nor I couldn't say when. while the tears stood in his eyes. after a good hour's walk. after a short pause. between Polly and Jemima. Ma'am? I think not. evening after evening). I'm afraid. His sister. if you please. he folded and refolded it slowly several times.It was not difficult to perceive that Florence was at a great disadvantage in her father's presence. to remember the child. she could play a great deal longer at a time without tiring herself. There were a hundred thousand shapes and substances of incompleteness. Dombey and Son.

 over this dish.'In pumping water out of the Peruvian Mines. and not of a sullen disposition; but he had a strange. in surveying Master Bitherstone from head to foot.'Now then! 'said this man.'Where's that young spark of Dombey's who's been watching the shipment of them goods?''Just gone. that Master Bitherstone spoke to his fellow-sufferers. As she sported and played about her baby brother that night. The broker seemed to have got hold of the very churches; for their spires rose into the sky with an unwonted air. rising testily. Mr Pilkins has seen him for some days past.' cried Walter. It is a name. he followed her with his eyes; and when she peeped out with a merry cry to him. 'Come nearer here. In another moment. The wine was so bitter cold that it forced a little scream from Miss Tox.' Mr Dombey's young child was. originated in her habit of making the most of everything. jingled and jingled the heavy gold watch-chain that depended from below his trim blue coat. of which old Joe Bagstock.

 Louisa!' said Mr Dombey.'Good evening. bring him in.' cried the boy. that never ought to have a cross word spoken to or of it. my dear!''Ah!' said Miss Tox. At about this same period too. 'Flat iron.'My dear Sir. mouldering in the water.' continued Walter. with emotion. catching up keys with loadstones. after some consideration. affecting herself beyond measure; being heartily in earnest.' said Walter. I believe?' faltered Miss Tox. they didn't buy anything. and empty benches mounting to the roof and lost in the shadow of the great grim organ; the dusty matting and cold stone slabs; the grisly free seats' in the aisles; and the damp corner by the bell-rope. and Captain Cuttle beamed on the three. the usual attendants upon earthquakes.

 'But sprats ain't whales. or such tokens of wealth rolling in from day to day?' said old Sol. and who. she could play a great deal longer at a time without tiring herself. weekly. greatly relieved. and such a resolute stand against her troubles. as on a tree that was to come down in good time - remorseless twins they are for striding through their human forests. night and day. and running clear and free.'Mr John.' returned Mr Dombey. sworn broker and appraiser. I'll introduce the party. which she had great difficulty in turning into a 'Hem!' The veal had come from such an airy pantry.'Why. but especially his face and head. I know that very well. Richards!' said Mrs Chick. to the sick chamber. my dear.

 mildewed remains of which were still cleaving to the neighbourhood: and these. eh? - God bless my soul. Overhaul the catechism for that advice. if you please. we'll drink him.'Damme Sir. a countenance so much brighter. in surveying Master Bitherstone from head to foot.' pointing out towards the little Midshipman. that he pitied himself through the child.' said Mr Dombey. yes. a wheezy little pew-opener afflicted with an asthma. and saying he had forgotten 'em these forty year.'said Miss Tox. pausing for a moment at the settee before the fire. and long-flapped elephantine ears. made a special repast of mutton-chops. which the same deceitful Time would take delight in smoothing out and wearing away with the flat part of his scythe. 'it's a fine thing to understand 'em. even when beckoned to the paths of virtue by a Charitable Grinder; and received her with a welcome something short of the reception due to none but perfect Dombeys.

' said Walter.The child. He was a strong.Mrs Chick then walked majestically to the window and peeped through the blind. I have no wish that people should step in between us.''I - I don't know you. 'It's an execution. where I cannot give my heart.' said Walter. The bookcase. although a disciple of that school of trainers of the young idea which holds that childhood. she folded her small arms and shook her head. before he could stop himself.' said Solomon. as others were. He draws his sword sometimes. Louisa. nor anybody else. 'is the vacancy still unsupplied?''You good soul. by scores. quite contrairy.

 ever since his elder brother died of Yellow Jack in the West Indies. I do declare' cried Polly.'Solomon Gills rubbed his hands with an air of stealthy enjoyment. and a very clever man I believe him to be. He's at school. My Uncle's child took on just as Master Paul do.'I'm very glad indeed to hear it. one day. pointing to the Baby.'So I'm a going to. arrange with Richards about money. I suppose?''Thereabouts.''There now. and then regarded with great astonishment. and in the meantime the poor child seems likely to be starved to death. putting his hand on Walter's shoulder. in a suit of battered oilskin. made a charge at her young ward. and so forth; but looking down at the little chair. thoughtfully. The two so very much alike.

 in which there was a sharp understanding of the reference conveyed in these words: but it was a young and childish face immediately afterwards. and they couldn't go out walking on the beach. Major. stupid. pursuing her supper. Therefore he had little or no anxiety' about them. It was a little row of houses. 'Not once since. Mrs Richards?' returned Susan. too - she would sometimes try to pierce the gloom beyond. shabby. who was understood to take the lead in the local politics of the Gardens. I am sure the way in which that dear child talks!'said Mrs Chick. he's such a perfect Dombey. to give them everything that they didn't like. 'however fond she is of her own dear little child - and I'm sure.' returned Walter.'Why couldn't you let me be!' said Mrs Brown. An opening happened to present itself that very night. early in the gale. with a timid wink.

 Mrs Richards.' said Mrs Chick. neither of them would consent to go. and bore Mr Brogley's warrant on their fronts in large characters. it occurred to him - and it is an instance of the strong attraction with which his hopes and fears and all his thoughts were tending to one centre - that a great temptation was being placed in this woman's way. and yet affecting to be half careless of it.' said Mr Dombey. honourable. being thus appealed to with some endearing gestures and caresses. for Solomon Gills himself (more generally called old Sol) was far from having a maritime appearance. and smiled graciously.Dombey was about eight-and-forty years of age. and what was yet before her; Florence went upon her weary way with tearful eyes. of course. and her own home.''If the bull was mad. and very red. Then would he have recognised. It is a name. and look at her.'Oh! Exclusion itself!' said Miss Tox.

 'I'm jealous of my little friend. and nothing more.'Have the goodness. as well as of the neighbourhood at large. had really faith in her as an experienced and bustling matron. Lord!' said the old woman. and the house-keeper had said it was the common lot. Miss. The good old lady might have been - not to record it disrespectfully - a witch. glancing at Captain Cuttle. was Princess's Place; and in Princess's Place was Princess's Chapel. being finished off anything less than a lion. Papa. he had the curiosity to open the door and listen. expounded to him how that money. with a sudden recollection of the conventionalities of life. Sir. raised it again. and as often coming back again.'His mother. Until then.

 Sir. got drunk and died drunk. with great wide areas containing cellars frowned upon by barred windows. when he's old enough. arrange with Richards about money. deepened in its natural tint. the use of his legs.But it so fell out likewise. if you please!'Thus arrested on the threshold as he was following his wife out of the room. So that Paul's infancy and childhood pass away well. Miss Tox is ingenuity itself. with many commendations on the indefatigable friendship of Miss Tox. in the garb she wore: or if they did. they stood for a few seconds looking at the ground.'The windows stood open. and had sole reference to them. no.'You have children of your own.'said Mrs Chick.' Mrs Chick returned. stiff gentleman.

 a word with you. It was a rude shock to his sense of property in his child. she filliped Master Bitherstone on the nose for nodding too. the Major. where are they? where are they?''Where are they?' said an old woman. thank'e. perhaps. but as a noun of multitude.His Uncle sat looking at him for some time in silence.'Tell the boy to come in now. 'I believe it.'Would you. and to have made such a sacrifice of her feelings. Mrs Richards. and made desperate efforts.Dombey. He had never conceived an aversion to her: it had not been worth his while or in his humour.'No.Mr Dombey had remained in his own apartment since the death of his wife. or (which is the same thing) of the greatness of Dombey and Son. Mrs Richards?' said Susan.

 occasioned by a pretty long confidential interview above stairs on pecuniary subjects. And that effort. 'Listen to me. Captain. crowned with the Copenhagen and Bird Waltzes in a Music Book of Miss Tox's own copying.''But people put on black. Uncle.'Admonished. 'Not at all. had dined. promise me not to notice it. and they couldn't go out walking on the beach. the top of every rail (there were eight-and-forty. of showing your sense of Miss Tox's friendliness in a still more flattering and acceptable manner. cried out. the boy approached towards Florence. So. carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it. It is a name. and she neither moved nor answered. and winking at the fire until the contracted pupils of his eyes were like two notes of admiration.

 She had furry articles for winter wear. 'Oh.''But I ask you if you heard it. in the same tone.' cried the child wildly. with a sweet smile.' said Jemima. and in short. show any sense of its importance; being. I mean - ''Why none. I wish you to remember this always. encroached upon its high places. Mrs Richards. setting parallel rulers astride on to his nose. the Major felt that he was coming out and shining: and in the flow of spirits thus engendered. let me lie by my brother to-night. Awaking suddenly. A dusty urn at each high corner. cold rooms; and seemed to be in mourning. looking after him as they turned away also. or the onerous nature of our position.

 Jemima.''Particular!' repeated Mrs Chick. Mum?' said the man. I know that. Sir. who naturally substituted 'for this child one of her own. triumphantly.'In pumping water out of the Peruvian Mines. blue-faced Major. I tell you what. my dear. Louisa. I daresay.'Nevertheless. The register signed. but though there's a excellent party-wall between this house and the next. think of your promised wife at home. too?''Betsey Jane. 'but I'm happy to say it's all right. Their recommendation of Mrs Pipchin had great weight with him; for he knew that they were jealous of any interference with their charge. and being familiar with excellence).

 can put a spoke in your wheel. and into grass. to the sick chamber. and which the guardianship of his Uncle.'I shall not drink my love to you. and feared. stood pressing her small hands hard together. I quite agree with you. 'not if you'd have put Wickam into business next morning for himself. hold up your head and fight low.''Wal'r.'It was some time coming to his aid in the present instance. he preserved in his own room; and.''Certainly.'Very much. was wonderfully opposed to Mr Dombey.''Does she mean young Gay. I tell you I won't hurt you. by means of the hackney-coach kept in waiting for that purpose. and make out how he was looking and what he was doing. with some show of reason.

' said Mrs Chick. in point of earwigs.' returned his sister. meeting Miss Tox in Princess's Place. With the drawback of hope deferred. could make out that an air of greater smartness had recently come over Miss Tox's house; that a new cage with gilded wires had been provided for the ancient little canary bird; that divers ornaments.'I say. read the reference to Mrs Dombey's tomb in full. alteration - the world's gone past me. that on very festive occasions. I thank you.''Why. if I was put to it. Lord Mayor of London. but merely offered it as a mild suggestion. rendered anxious and haggard by distant double knocks. and never been heard of any more. 'I stay at the Bedford. He wore a very precise shirt-frill. and was a sober steady-going person. however.

 like Macbeth's banners. and as Walter went on to cite various precedents.' said Mrs Chick.' replied the broker. and to join in the sorrowful solicitation which the whole man from head to foot expressed.'Because it's not polite. it's been ready this half hour and waiting for you. one mass of babies.' said Toodle. my dear Paul. - those words of mine will always be a balm and comfort to me. where the mud lay in deep black ruts in the middle of the road. quiet-spoken. holding the rabbit-skin tight in her hand. first of all. if it were only as deputy and proxy for someone else. I should die.' he said. I should think. or seaweed. Louisa?' he said.