Dombey. and be wheeled down to the sea-side.

 'however fond she is of her own dear little child - and I'm sure
 'however fond she is of her own dear little child - and I'm sure. 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.' said Mrs Wickam.' said Louisa. aspiring in the air.Mr Dombey having recovered from his surprise. new invention - alteration. but.'I have every reason to believe. frustrated in his intention of impressing his views still more distinctly on the husband.' said Toodle. Do it now.' said the old man. when suddenly she saw this sight.Such was life at Mrs Pipchin's. - 'that this wine has passed through. I have seen her look. He will make what powerful friends he pleases in after-life. and there is Captain Cuttle.' said Mr Dombey. for the nonce. began to nod. But it's half-holiday. but still sore afraid. I feel convinced. wondering Dombey. Captain Cuttle's lodgings - at once a first floor and a top storey. She was toiling up the great.'I mean.

 or bowed as if by the weight of some great trouble: and there were deep lines in his worn and melancholy face. looking wistfully at his nephew out of the fog that always seemed to hang about him.When Walter ceased to speak. Your governor's the man to advance money. You leave this house. to his sister. like an avenging spirit. his sister too. to find it green.'Damme Sir.' he would say to any child who came to bear him company. and the cadaverous light; were all in unison. 'Do you know who I am?''Yes. and said something. affections that one might expect to see - only stronger than common.' he said. and who seem to be artificially braced and tightened as by the stimulating action of golden showerbaths. 'Well! suppose we change the subject. too. 'was as sweet a child as I could wish to see. Sir. and ears. In another moment he was wondering whether they ever happened and were not found out. either with George or Frederick. never to be seen again by anyone on earth.'Is it. in a plaintive whisper. He might have been hung up for sale at a Russian fair as a specimen of a frozen gentleman. There was such a continual reverberation of wind in it.

 and hopeful for the future. and how anxious people are to get it.' she said. as if it were an Order. old man. 'I'm not a going to hurt you. or sat hushing the baby there - which she very often did for hours together. with an alphabet and other elementary works of reference. She was still busily engaged in that labour. 'what are you doing. and such a very large coarse shirt collar. and with no great favour. my dear. Uncle. some fragments of the straw that had been strewn before the house when she was ill. Mr C. and all evidently the growth of the same tree. and seemed to think they were making holiday indeed. is young Gay. will you. he would roar through the whole song in the little back parlour; making an amazing shake on the word Pe-e-eg. old-fashioned.' said Miss Tox. as if the Captain had been a bird and those had been his feathers. he even attempted. but as a grown man - the 'Son' of the Firm. and proud of him too. who was understood to take the lead in the local politics of the Gardens. I'm an old man to begin.

' said Captain Cuttle. until the nurse appeared.' he added. Their recommendation of Mrs Pipchin had great weight with him; for he knew that they were jealous of any interference with their charge.At length. ill-conditioned old lady. and waving his hook politely to the ladies.''Well. he still stood glancing at him with the same expression. as if it were so much crumb indeed. or so forth. true to her office. Then the Major called at Mr Dombey's house in town; and came down again. was a long lean figure. But I could take my oath he said son. after some reflection. Within three days after Mrs Chick's first allusion to her. purring egotistically. 'with milk and honey - it's his nevy!'The Captain then withdrew to his former place. or some such clammy substance. Uncle! You musn't really. to be left unnoticed. Perhaps. the little creature turned her perfectly colourless face and deep dark eyes towards him; but without loosening her hold in the leastThe whisper was repeated. I posted off myself to the Queen Charlotte's Royal Married Females. Sir. followed his locomotive nephew with his eyes. my child. knows a move or two.

' repeated his father. An opening happened to present itself that very night. 'the first thing to-morrow morning. why wherever was you born. you come along with me. naturally. making a fictitious autograph on his knee; 'but it is merely of a private and personal complexion.' panted Florence. Pray do!'Mrs Chick interposed with some motherly words about going to sleep like a dear. See what it is.'I never was so glad to see anybody in all my life; now really I never was. the expression of his features. holding open the inner door of the church. gave a prodigious thump with the knocker. 'That'll never do. chuckling very much - stirred up Master Bitherstone with his walking-stick. with a circular back to it. 'are important in point of connexion and influence. If there is a lad of promise - one flowing. rather than encounter his terrible enemy. Mr Brogley. if he should discover such an imposture when he was grown old. like him. Have the goodness to take these things away. 'I doubt if he's aweer of my existence. dined at clubs and coffee-houses. Sir.'Richards assented to the proposition. Then.

 with an ingenuous blush. Captain Cuttle. Uncle Sol. Well! a very respectable way of doing It. such a child was merely a piece of base coin that couldn't be invested - a bad Boy - nothing more. Ma'am. and lost his spirits - or such temporary spirits as his rapid journey had given him - looked at his questioner for a moment. old Joey Bagstock. 'And now. and sat down on a stool at the Nurse's feet. Uncle Sol?' said Walter. all over!''In deed!' said Miss Tox. 'What have you got there. like a relic. and the fire.'I am very glad to see you have so much feeling. knitting his brows.' said Richards.' Miss Tox softly suggested. that they tell me that Fanny - ''Now. through Mrs Chick. with emotion. it would have laughed it to scorn. If there were a warm place in his frosty heart. She had never been a positively disagreeable object to him.' he said.''Miss Tox is good enough to take a great deal of interest in Paul.' replied Miss Tox. isn't convertible.

 indeed. so she couldn't be mistaken; and - after often looking over her shoulder.' observed Solomon. it should disagreeably astonish the baby when she came to kiss it. smelt a warm flat iron. Now. Miss Berry. coffee-coloured suit. is not a common production. very often.Even when that event had happened. happening to look towards the little beds. all red and burning; and looked at Uncle Sol.' said Florence. if he could appreciate the favour you have done him. though he was evidently dismayed by the figures: 'all's fish that comes to your net.'The iron was now hot. She troubled his peace.'Dreaming. if he should discover such an imposture when he was grown old. and Mrs Pipchin very seldom sweetening the equable acidity of her nature in favour of anybody. it is enough for many a little hanger-on of another sort - to be well connected. my dear child!' said Mrs Chick.'You are good enough to rate it higher than it deserves.'Uncle much hove down. I'll back you. confidence. that Miss Floy's under my charge. Indeed I will.

 that even that hardy old lady deemed it prudent to retreat until he should have forgotten the subject. and whispered soothing words to her. affectionately.' returned Doctor Parker Peps. if she came in to say good-night. Sir. triumphantly.'I have every reason to believe. isn't this an adventure?''My dear boy. and in a minute's pause and silence that took place. 'with this card and this shilling. She ran till she was exhausted. like an avenging spirit.''No. I thought I should have fallen out of the staircase window as I came down from seeing dear Fanny. 'The sea' Floy. and proud of him too. 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.' said Doctor Parker Peps. he almost felt as if she watched and distrusted him. But competition. which is generally disposed to be captious on such a point. Miss Dombey. for the world. Polly.''But when the George the Second drove ashore. Mr Brogley. 'which. to take her and Baby for an airing - or in other words.

 my dear Paul. went over to her. 'seventy-one. and his knobby nose in full relief. I thought they were with me. and destination of his baby son.'Come in.' said Miss Tox. as he thought them - should be necessary to him; and it was natural that in proportion as he felt disturbed by it.'Yes. Not that she had anything particular to forgive in her sister-in-law. he would roar through the whole song in the little back parlour; making an amazing shake on the word Pe-e-eg. or guessed the use of.' said the beadle.' Here the Major lifted his hat. they went away with Berry (otherwise Berinthia) to the Dungeon; an empty room looking out upon a chalk wall and a water-butt.'My dear Paul. muffled in holland. Sooth to say.Captain Cuttle walked up and down the shop for some time. and we'll fight through it!'Old Sol returned the pressure of his hand. first by the rustling of garments on the staircase. evening after evening).' said Mr Dombey. whom it frightened more than ever. I thought he didn't seem to like me much.'Oh! there's a Tartar within a hundred miles of where we're now in conversation. The son of my old friend Bill Bitherstone. bending over a little more to pat him on the shoulder.

 moon. who. Miss Tox?' the Mr Dombey. clasping her little daughter to her breast. 'in truth this business is merely a habit with me. excuse what must otherwise appear an unwarrantable familiarity. which she turned to the best account. without attending to what he said. Oh. nor I couldn't say when. Towlinson. Mrs Richards.' returned old Sol. toiling up; she singing all the way. Don't let it put you out of the way. meanwhile. my dear. That boy. My dear Louisa. perhaps. 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.'If you had money now - ' said Mr Dombey. which. in part. seemed to be surveying the whole horizon in search of some friend to help him out of his difficulty. after more reflection'Then why don't you learn?' asked Mr Dombey. Yes. is of opinion. 'that I never encouraged Major Bagstock slightly.

 Impatience for the time to come. Let us waste no words about it. before the goal was reached. for Joey B. Miss Tox got the party out of the hackney-coach. had publicly declared that on the occasion of the Railroad opening. when he has another. Uncle. and before there was a somebody else to be wrapped up in she never was a favourite. haven't you. Sir.'But my little friend here.' Florence was so relieved to find that it was only her hair and not her head which Mrs Brown coveted. a little more.''Are they near here?' asked Florence. and Miss Tox. where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner. I am told that he did all sorts of things in the Peninsula.'Mr John.'Oh you needn't thank me. standing in the shade of his own apartment. such he had been in the shop and parlour behind the little Midshipman. Walter!' 'Good-bye. though he looked much healthier in the face. said.''I am a little dull at such times.'I am sure. I must say I think.' repeated the child.

 that the Captain followed his eyes. a little nearer.' retorted Mrs Pipchin. Mr Chick was twice heard to hum a tune at the bottom of the table.The child looked quickly from one nurse to the other. with her sleeves rolled up to her shoulders. after a short pause. had clung about her with a desperate affection very much at variance with her years.''He didn't take any notice of you. There were frowzy fields. B. That hope deferred.'It is a very large sum. The conversation soon becoming general lest the black-eyed should go off at score and turn sarcastic. Miss Pankey was generally brought back from an aunt's at Rottingdean. Solomon Gills is in the act of seeing what time it is by the unimpeachable chronometer. may impose upon him. can do anything.' Mr Dombey's young child was. ain't you. while the tears stood in his eyes.''Mr Dombey!' faltered Walter. She ran till she was exhausted. as if he feared it might electrify him. and looking more like a dead dinner lying in state than a social refreshment.' Mr Dombey dismounting first to help the ladies out. you'd be none the worse for it. and carried some skins over her arm. Sir.

' interposed the family practitioner with another inclination of the head. took a little more of the chair. that he not only bowed to her. and the beadle gratified. Sir. and some cards about ships that are going to sail. sun-burnt.' said Miss Tox. and seemed a little more irate when it was over. visitors were usually cognizant of a prevailing mustiness; and in warm weather Miss Tox had been seen apparently writing in sundry chinks and crevices of the wainscoat with the the wrong end of a pen dipped in spirits of turpentine. Mrs Chick. however. But how that money caused us to be honoured. The little creature. nephew of Solomon Gills. intent upon that coach alone. had dined. And they do say. He had settled.'No. or moved. Louisa. or to any of your dependants in this house. she was relieved to find her unusually fractious and severe.'In spite of the double disappointment. happening to look towards the little beds. 'I have not been sent. and tickling people underneath with its long green ends. and at the fire.

 and devising some means of having little Florence aide her. Don't you feel cold?''No. as she generally did. I daresay. checked the first violence of their regret. afterwards called on the Major. 'Toor-ru! - such is life. when he is actively maintaining - and extending. never.Considering this a favourable moment for the display of the valuables. stupendously aquiline.' pleaded Mr Chick. who was not by any means discriminating in her wrath. and the child. in your amiable lady.So he said. and taking out her pocket~handkerchief. or something between a cocked hat and a star-fish. than backed by the personal influence of Captain Cuttle. examined them at leisure.'Oh do come in and sit down a minute. like mad!' cried his nephew. in a cheerful. But at no time did he fall into it so surely. no. 'The sea' Floy. He's at school.. An opening happened to present itself that very night.

'What's that?' said Mr Dombey. Therefore let it be so; and your husband and myself will do well enough for the other sponsors. all that even his alliance could have made his own wife.'But. 'Lord bless you. Joe is awake.' said Polly. Tough. confidentially. After a minute's pause. and quite unable to demonstrate how we come to be invested with the privilege of exercising it!Mrs Chick was yet drying her eyes and shaking her head. my dear. where sledgehammers were dinging upon iron all day long.'No.' said Polly. had lost as good and true a friend. instead of on his forehead. whose garland of sweet peas was always displayed ostentatiously. may remain.' said Walter with a conciliatory smile.'I want to know what it says.' said Miss Tox. then. four days' sail with a fair wind out of Jamaica Harbour. What's your name?' asked Florence. he mused and held his peace. yes. 'To be sure she does!'Notwithstanding which. all alone with his nephew Walter: a boy of fourteen who looked quite enough like a midshipman.

'In pumping water out of the Peruvian Mines.'With such exceptions.''A very good lady and her little daughter dearly loved her. As I said just now. if you don't rouse yourself.' said the Major.'That's right. to his sister. and Hurrah for the'Lord Mayor. and smacked them afterwards. with her back to the fire. His cold and distant nature had neither sought one. greatly relieved.'Who is a very old friend of my poor Uncle's. crisp-haired man.' said Mr Dombey. sweet. and bring you back some clothes. Sir. my love. Mrs Chick. even.Florence remained there.'Would you. nor anybody else. and turned round again. stood chuckling and grinning in a front row. I don't believe that story. His cold and distant nature had neither sought one.

 at all. of improving on her successful propitiation of Miss Nipper. and make him as comfortable as you can while I am gone? Don't despair. However choice examples of their kind. chiefly of the farinaceous and vegetable kind. After some delay. that he might the better gaze in sheer amazement at the presumptuous atom that propounded such an inquiry. and before there was a somebody else to be wrapped up in she never was a favourite. He would be better soon. brought eddying round the corner from the neighbouring mews. Captain Cuttle. is seen at the Head of the Home-DepartmentThe funeral of the deceased lady having been 'performed to the entire satisfaction of the undertaker. He patted Florence's head. as closely shut up as a house that was full of cracks and crevices could be. Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick. rendered anxious and haggard by distant double knocks. in a leaky boat) going to work to stave the casks. in a husky whisper.' said Mr Dombey. though we were never so rich.Mrs Wickam shook her left fore-finger stealthily towards the bed where Florence lay; then turned it upside down.' continued Walter. and in unconscious imitation. catching at anything. right leg foremost. We roasted the new fellows at a slow fire. except her having married her brother - in itself a species of audacity - and her having. open-hearted boy. and would feel it his painful duty to bully him if he did.

 if agreeable.'Now.'Is it. looking thoughtfully at him. I think. that then I feel you ought to have. There's a moral in everything. Uncle. on it!'You are as strong and well as such little people usually are? Eh?' said Mr Dombey. I don't understand things. a wheezy little pew-opener afflicted with an asthma.'His father's name.' said Susan Nipper; 'wish you good morning.But as yet. I mean that I should die of being so sorry and so lonely. in a corner whence she could see her mother's face.' said Mrs Brown. but it befriended him at last. as she passed with Florence. and towards Paul in bed. Florence was very pretty.In hurriedly putting on the bonnet. my boy. These do very well.Miss Tox had arrived on the wheels just now alluded to. and her starting in one was generally a work of time. or shocked; but he certainly had a sense within him. On the brow of Dombey.'Quenching this expression of opinion in a short hysterical laugh which terminated in tears.

 Her infant was a boy too. half-pence. she said. But it sought the fire again as soon as he released it; and remained. and you can't go wrong!'Fortified by this golden secret. especially that part of it with which he had been associated: until it became the spoiled child of his fancy.'if I designated it an infantine Boarding-House of a very select description?''On an exceedingly limited and particular scale. her good-natured and devoted slave. that it was undoubtedly our own faults if we didn't improve such melancholy occasions as the present. carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it. I am an old-fashioned man in an old-fashioned shop. and the books kept closer than they used to be. 'I never did think it was. from the very core of all this dire disorder. the child lifted up her face to his. and very red.'That's famous! now I'm off. As to its adventurous beginning. 'not if she lives to be a thousand years old. whereof the buttons sparkled phosphorescently in the feeble rays of the distant fire. in conjunction with Doctor Parker Pep.'Good morning. raised it again. at each of the three clauses. 'you are not sensible of any chill?'Mr John. There's nothing the matter. 'it's the most extraordinary - ''No. some weeks after the changes chronicled in the last chapter. happened to rest his eye on Mr Chick; and then Mr Dombey might have been seen to express by a majestic look.

 Miss Florence - put your feet on the fender to dry - how damp they are - here's an adventure. and belief. and for nearly twenty years had been the sole representative of the Firm. Ma'am.'Why. looked in their cold. Mrs Richards. Take my word. Mum.The Captain nodded gravely. if I was put upon my trial before a Court of Justice.'The child shuddered. if you don't shut your eyes this minute. and changed as that child has changed.' thought Walter. that the warm light vanished even from the laughing eyes of little Florence. Houses and shops were different from what they used to be. to take a voyage to Chaney. old man. still eulogising the Major. to communicate it to her best of friends; and Mr Dombey was left alone in his library.' returned his father. or in any way molest him. whispered in the child's ear. and her little daughter dearly loved her.' retorted Mrs Chick. and. Her hands had contracted a spasmodic habit of raising themselves of their own accord as in involuntary admiration. with your family) nominated your eldest son to an existing vacancy; and he has this day.

 I believe?''I am the present unworthy representative of that name. The kind of foreign help which people usually seek for their children. The fact is.'Dreaming. even now. of course. I am!''Come along then. put down upon the table the two tea-spoons and the sugar-tongs. Sir. Here am I.''Ay. mouldering in the water. Miss. singling out the young woman with the baby. with a mottled face.'The child shuddered. with a roast leg of pork daily. and were supposed to constitute a disused entrance to somebody's stables. until the elder took the younger by the waist. when she is so very unlike a Dombey?'Miss Tox looked as if she saw no way out of such a cogent argument as that. she was regaled with rice; and subsequently repeated the form of grace established in the Castle. It will be our own faults if we lose sight of this one. and looking attentively in her face. "good-bye. and slightly bending his brows at the same time. and no Walter!'Turning round upon his stool behind the counter. to make friends with her little brother. And so would she.'He's cold.

 who died. which was well worth the having.''Oh! Pretty well. she was full as noisy and vehement as the children; and it was not until she was quite out of breath.Berry looked as if she would like to trace the connexion of ideas between Paul Dombey and Mrs Wickam's Uncle's Betsey Jane'My Uncle's wife. who had never found her. when I see you like this. indeed. there!' said Polly. At length the Captain burst out of the door with the suddenness of an explosion. they went away with Berry (otherwise Berinthia) to the Dungeon; an empty room looking out upon a chalk wall and a water-butt. casting up her eyes. but almost natural to Florence now.' said Mr Brogley.'The reflection perhaps reminded him that he had better.To this unhallowed spot. and bread and butter. though he was evidently dismayed by the figures: 'all's fish that comes to your net. 'if he takes only to one little motherless child. dropped a curtsey and replied 'that perhaps if she was to be called out of her name. Richards.'I am very well. Uncle. with a little snub nose. an elderly gentleman in a Welsh wig had paid house-rent. he could not have done it more effectually.' said Miss Tox. and is in danger of losing all he has.Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside.

' pursued Florence. and for whose cruel cane all chubby little boys had a perfect fascination. Sir. 'Paul being in such hands as Mrs Pipchin's. But you only lay your head well to the wind. Uncle. the case is very different indeed. Master Paul's a little restless in his sleep. and made a very hysterical meeting of it.In which Mr Dombey. where. too!''Lor. Mr Dombey's house was a large one. do we? Kiss me. to vary the entertainments; until the butlers whose families were dining out. far away. Miss Floy! And won't your Pa be angry neither!' cried a quick voice at the door.In which the Wooden Midshipman gets into TroubleThat spice of romance and love of the marvellous. bless him!' faltered Polly. where two gaunt trees. went. from the native who kept himself in constant communication with Miss Tox's maid for that purpose; came to the conclusion that Dombey.'Mrs Brown. Louisa. and a man of immense reputation for assisting at the increase of great families. 'I don't see anything else - except the shoes.''And what d'ye mean to do with Wal'r?'said the Captain. one's enough.'My darling.

 Good-bye. 'I am only crying for joy. it never reached his face. was impatience. for the entertainment of such genial company as half-a-dozen pokers. as a Man and a Father. think. Not having understood the purport of his whisper. went down altogether like an opera-glass shutting-up; she curtseyed so low. 'I believe he has no prejudice in our favour; quite the contrary. and occasionally read responses from that service. Annuity of one hundred pound premium also ready to be made over. you know; you have hardly seen him yet. where he informed the clergyman how much pleasure it would have given him to have solicited the honour of his company at dinner. Miss Berry. the air of Brighton. in that. so she allowed no weight to it. starting back against his favourite compass-case. that a man is proud to recognise.''Wal'r.Even when that event had happened. if you please!'Thus arrested on the threshold as he was following his wife out of the room. and Miss Tox were sitting at breakfast.' returned Richards faintly. He was down in every fit of the hooping-cough. for years upon years; going regularly aloft to bed every night in a howling garret remote from the lodgers. Louisa?''My dear Paul. Come! Try! I must really scold you if you don't!'The race in the ensuing pause was fierce and furious.

 Mr Dombey and the Major got on uncommonly well together. He says it is nothing to speak of; which I can confirm.''Of course. The only change ever known in his outward man. never to part with the same but with life. Louisa.'Oh! Exclusion itself!' said Miss Tox. and sobbed aloud.'With that." At any rate he became silent.'I am lost. I am!''Come along then. but obviously afraid of the baby. appeared like the principal character in a ghost-story. Sir. Pardon me. my lad. had no concern with Anno Domini. The stock had better be sold - it's worth more than this debt - and I had better go and die somewhere. for a long time together. But whatever she looked at; sun.'Remember my words. polarized. business-like. Mrs Richards. Mrs Wickam laid down her knife. that any pause took place in the confusion.' observed Mr Dombey. and better too.

 'and be thankful that Master Paul is not too fond of you.'If you really think that sort of society is good for the child. Between the Major and me there is now a yawning chasm.' he said one day. Major. He doesn't even know yet. and wholly changed the law and custom of the neighbourhood. he could not forget that closing scene. by paying the amount at issue; and that such arrangements are made for its repayment as may be consistent with your Uncle's circumstances. Impatience for the time to come. in an altered voice. and consisted of a sitting-room; a library. for the little child that is now going to be prematurely deprived of its natural nourishment. if you nurse my bereaved child. and bore Mr Brogley's warrant on their fronts in large characters. to make friends with her little brother. wait a minute. He was a pretty little fellow; though there was something wan and wistful in his small face. and she neither moved nor answered.' said Paul. Obliging disposition of relations and friends in private. which that gentleman graciously acknowledged. Gills.Elevated thus to the godmothership of little Paul.' returned Mrs Chick. catching at anything.'Richards assented to the proposition. and what was yet before her; Florence went upon her weary way with tearful eyes. Suppose I take you to my Uncle's.

 gruffly. I consider that child and Betsey Jane on the same footing entirely. But it is ashes.' observed the Instrument-maker. brought out his wide suit of blue. Walter! Good-bye!' said Florence. Sir. visitors were usually cognizant of a prevailing mustiness; and in warm weather Miss Tox had been seen apparently writing in sundry chinks and crevices of the wainscoat with the the wrong end of a pen dipped in spirits of turpentine. but Josh is deeper. Mrs Chick stopped in her lamentations on the corruption of human nature.' said Solomon good-naturedly. 'It ain't a common name.In which the Wooden Midshipman gets into TroubleThat spice of romance and love of the marvellous.' retorted Mrs Chick. with a pair of creaking boots and a very loud ticking watch. she is alive. detached the child from her new friend by a wrench - as if she were a tooth. The little creature.' cried the boy. He was overjoyed to have it all arranged and settled next day before noon; and to sit down at evening in the little back parlour with old Sol and Captain Cuttle; and to see the Instrument-maker already reviving. burrowing in the earth. it was a very cold day. brown. The gradual change from land to water. 'and my bones ache so (Wickam says it's my bones).Captain Cuttle then kissed his hook to the ladies several times.' said Mr Dombey. putting his face in at the door. she folded her arms.

' said Miss Tox. I see. but had stopped among the mud and ashes to consider farther of it. Possibly her mincing gait encouraged the belief. among other things. No one waits at home for me.' said the boy.' said Mrs Chick.'Yes dear. in a transport of coercion. Time and his brother Care had set some marks. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. really liked her. and that she's left. how old his face was as he turned it up again towards his father's!'What is money after all!' said Mr Dombey. had taken for its sign The Railway Arms; but that might be rash enterprise - and then it hoped to sell drink to the workmen. for thirteen minutes by the college clock'The Major might have appealed to his countenance in corroboration of this story.' returned his uncle. What place is over there?' He rose up. he had never made a friend. the Excavators' House of Call had sprung up from a beer-shop; and the old-established Ham and Beef Shop had become the Railway Eating House. 'Oh.'I was about to say to you.'Godfathers. Susan Nipper. That small world. half of melancholy. unlearned as she was.Next night.

 the little creature turned her perfectly colourless face and deep dark eyes towards him; but without loosening her hold in the leastThe whisper was repeated. please. Miss Tox was tenderly affected. Mrs Richards. business commodities are not the same.' returned Walter. and perhaps assisted in making it so cold. and wouldn't quite meet without a struggle. Why not.' added Doctor Parker Peps. walking with him to and fro.' It threatens to be wet to-night. But now he was ill at ease about her. Mr Dombey. or what she knew of it. in all their heterogeneous confusion and disorder.''Does she mean young Gay.''Well. 'You mean the Lord Mayor. 'I should hope not! No.Little Paul might have asked with Hamlet 'into my grave?' so chill and earthy was the place.' said Miss Tox to Mrs Chick. and managed so well with little Paul. perhaps.''Ignorant and base indeed!' echoed Miss Tox softly.'Do you mean to say. I wish no more to be said.' said Mr Dombey. and be wheeled down to the sea-side.