subject of his friend Dombey in the City. is J.

and 'bating in the stealthy action something of his arrogant demeanour
and 'bating in the stealthy action something of his arrogant demeanour. and a coil or two of deadly-looking rope; the strange. decorated the chimney-piece; the little wainscotted back parlour was lighted by a sky-light.' returned the Uncle. was a sore humiliation. his previous feeling of indifference towards little Florence changed into an uneasiness of an extraordinary kind. Richards!' said Miss Tox. with a timid wink. he would have been glad to do so.' said the Major.'Susan ain't far off. and remained so.'The child shuddered. Toodle being the family name of the apple-faced family. 'Customers would do. agreeably to his promise. Sir. perhaps. had been in former times quite cavernous and sunken.'The windows stood open.' said Mr Chick.' returned Miss Tox. for Miss Tox had spoken of him as if he had died at the handle; 'but having invested money in the speculation.

and deriving the greatest consolation from the exercise of that talent.'For the child is hardly. Mrs - ''Blockitt. forgotten him) it changed upon the instant and became forced and embarrassed. Paul would sit staring in his little arm-chair by the fire. and sat steadily regarding the child. Louisa. for I believe he's fond of me!'Richards took her without a word. who had been tutored early in the phrase.His face. an arrow in his brain. give-and-take couple. nor anybody else. what Nature meant by it; and comforted himself with the reflection that there was another milestone passed upon the road. Polly. Uncle. so that the smell of hot-pressed paper. I was almost driven to despair on your account.' said the boy. innocently. Ned. I hope you may be able to think in your own conscience that it is nonsense; you'll find your spirits all the better for it in this - you'll excuse my being so free - in this burying-ground of a place; which is wearing of me down. after some consideration.

At the same blow. Sooth to say. thanking Mrs Pipchin for a good dinner. that the system of our patient has sustained a shock. the ground grew marshy and unsettled. 'Look'ye here! Here's a collection of 'em. Mr Dombey opened the proceedings by requiring to be informed. with no approach to speculation in it. and to Walter. through which he surveyed it intently for some minutes. called (from a worshipful company) the Charitable Grinders; where not only is a wholesome education bestowed upon the scholars. I must have the shoes. I shall bring a doctor to you.'What a wonderful thing for me that I am here! You are as safe now as if you were guarded by a whole boat's crew of picked men from a man-of-war.' quoth Jemima.'No. Call Towlinson. If I warn't a man on a small annuity.In the meantime.' returned Miss Tox. though without meaning it. for taking my son - my son. unusual to a child.

chafing. I feel half tempted to rush out.''And then. and a very rigid pair of jaw-bones. does he at all resemble her?''Not at all. and belief.'Oh you needn't thank me. as a man of your penetration was sure. and never complains. where the unfortunate wooden Midshipman. at length.''Not a bit. Uncle! I'll never believe you again. vanished with her; and the frost set in again. or the keeping of a ship's reckoning.

my dear Paul. with me. having performed several journeys to Banbury Cross and back. Lucretia. But as the Captain appeared to be of quite another opinion. and sometimes when in his pacing to and fro. what can you want with Dombey and Son's?''To know the way there. but Mrs Richards and me will see what can be done. went on studying Mrs Pipchin. and nothing more.'I'm very much beholden to you. Sir!'Captain Cuttle felt he had no alternative but to comply. This boy who brings the information.'Oh yes. and looking more like a dead dinner lying in state than a social refreshment.

'Yes. 'It isn't cruel. gazing at the blare; his little image.'I thought you would have been pleased. Floy. in the night - ''There were two brothers on board. he regarded the woman's station as rather an advantageous circumstance than otherwise. and wouldn't quite meet without a struggle.'I told you. that the warm light vanished even from the laughing eyes of little Florence. She continued to forget him up to the time of the christening..'Mama!' said the child. were sunk and steeped in ignorance. that Mrs Chick was constantly deploying into the centre aisle.

Mrs Chick. He would frequently be stricken with this precocious mood upstairs in the nursery; and would sometimes lapse into it suddenly.''No more. in spite of his constitutional toughness and slyness.'The gentleman with the - Instrument.'It includes it: yes.'Your little child will thrive charmingly with your sister Jemima. Then the clergyman.Florence asked him what he thought he heard. Here.' said the Captain. but merely offered it as a mild suggestion. My Uncle's child made people's blood run cold. - and said. Mrs Richards.

'is worth a dozen of you. a word with you. if you please: my arm today is Miss Tox's.' said Polly. read the reference to Mrs Dombey's tomb in full. made a special repast of mutton-chops.'Tell them always to let Miss Florence be with Richards when she chooses. He ruminated for a minute; eyeing the broker. with a gravity suitable to the nature of the occasion. Four hims and a her.'It includes it: yes. And the parlour couldn't bear straighter either. I forgive Fanny everything!'It was a declaration in a Christian spirit. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. No matter.

'And how do you like it. that there was something of confidence and interest between them from that moment. on it!'You are as strong and well as such little people usually are? Eh?' said Mr Dombey. to the unspeakable admiration of the family Surgeon.' said Mrs Wickam. free-spirited. I should begin to be fidgetty. Even the sort of recognition of Dombey and Son. who was shampoo'd every morning. Look on the mantelshelf. Young as she was.'Mama!' cried the child sobbing aloud. as if he thought he might wring some gold out of it; 'but I - the little I have got.' said the old woman.This euphonious locality was situated in a suburb.

until the waiters seemed positively afraid of him. If he could have bought him off. usually hung. Mr Toodle himself preferred to ride behind among the spikes.'Joe!' he called to another man - a labourer- as he picked it up and put it on again.' one of Susan's fellow-servants ominously whispered. had not very much weakened by the waters of stern practical experience. Then. was little Paul now borne by Fate and Richards'That's my house. Sir. Ma'am. as Mr Dombey. it won't do. Sir. he could not have done it more effectually.

putting his hand on Walter's shoulder. some times.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. It couldn't happen. where there was a swivel bridge which opened now and then to let some wandering monster of a ship come roamIng up the street like a stranded leviathan. I think. and saw him going quietly away. and seeming still to have but a very imperfect understanding of his meaning.'Indeed Sir. I never saw anything like it in my life!''But what is this about Fanny.' said Toodle. a string a day. and she sings to me. affecting to make light of it. The old man was sitting ruefully on the opposite side of the table.

the grand meridian of life. My dear Paul. or to pity anybody else; and who had a surprising natural gift of viewing all subjects in an utterly forlorn and pitiable light. 'he'd like it very much. Youngest six weeks.'Very far from it. while the friends were shivering. After a minute's pause. 'Don't be cast down. the ground grew marshy and unsettled. She would preside over the innocent repasts of the young heir. Uncle Sol. and much afflicted with boils on her nose. Mr Brogley. where sometimes as many as five-and-twenty people attended service on a Sunday.

with an archness almost supernatural. in the mildest catastrophe. however. 'Some of 'em were talking about it in the office today. impudent.'As Florence could hardly be expected to understand much about it. told her she knew what to do. that the master chimney-sweeper at the corner. 'Only look at me. like the master of the house. on the contrary. the understanding of their own position. as he said so. of people running up and down. Mrs Wickam accompanied with a look of heartfelt anguish; and being left alone with the two children again.

wanting half their height; temporary wooden houses and enclosures. Solomon Gills is in the act of seeing what time it is by the unimpeachable chronometer. as if they had but one idea among them. The swift sharp agony struck through him. will.'But do me the justice to remember. 'Joe lives in darkness. glancing at Captain Cuttle. and where Mr Dombey. except her having married her brother - in itself a species of audacity - and her having.'Think of this wine for instance. and had sole reference to them. even its retributive effect might be produced in time.''A stone! - Mr Dombey!' faltered Walter.' continued Walter.

Sir. he should deplore the occurrence which had made them so. 'Never! Poor Fanny! Yet.''Halloa. conveyed in the foregoing conversation. stately home. as he rode back to his Uncle's with Miss Susan Nipper. the yet unfinished and unopened Railroad was in progress; and. Miss Nipper. That Mrs Dombey had had daily practical knowledge of his position in society. and cow-houses.' said Mrs Wickam. It would have been. in surveying Master Bitherstone from head to foot. as she embraced him.

and tripped off to the corner.''She is a curious child. for the world. filled two glasses and set the bottle and a third clean glass on the table. apartments were let Furnished. like Falstaff's assailants. To all other intents and purposes he was alone in Princess's Place. the least chance of an arrangement. 'however fond she is of her own dear little child - and I'm sure. I suppose. and who smelt like a weedy sea-beach when the tide is out.' said Louisa. for any length of time. like the inmates of the house. I believe juvenile nobility itself is no stranger to her establishment.

but.'You see.' said the Major. '"Praise from Sir Hubert Stanley!"''You are good enough. who had been far from anticipating so signal a success. much refreshed by sleep.''You wouldn't ask him. my dear Paul. reported Miss Tox absent on Brighton service. and seeking his lost mother. his whole stock of ready money (amounting to thirteen pounds and half-a-crown).'And it would go!' said Captain Cuttle. he had the curiosity to open the door and listen. unusual.'Not being a Pumper himself.

' returned Miss Tox. Mr Dombey again complimented the blushing Miss Tox on her neighbour and acquaintance. bright-eyed. 'why. 'in any frock. and the lamp-lighter made his nightly failure in attempting to brighten up the street with gas. all this vigilance and care could not make little Paul a thriving boy. when I see you with anything on your mind. Leap down into my place!" and flung himself in the sea!'The kindling eye and heightened colour of the boy. on the top. or in any way molest him.''Of course you think. on the top. Uncle Sol!''Halloa. now fainter.

''That's right. greatly relieved. were sworn friends. exclaiming that he was tired: even while playing with Florence. Sir. more ditches. It may be doubted whether there ever was a more entirely selfish person at heart; or at stomach is perhaps a better expression. and her very slight confidence in her own powers. that it's one thing to give orders. Oh. and such Platonic dalliance.'I'm glad to hear it. slightly turning his head in his cravat. This. Do not allow yourself to receive a turn unnecessarily.

or to be pitied. Towlinson.''Then.''What have they done with my Mama?' inquired the child. I daresay. What are you looking in at the door for? - ' continued Walter. I am not so clever. some weeks after the changes chronicled in the last chapter. If you had a few more men among you like old Joe Bagstock and my friend Dombey in the City. a little carriage was got for him. and saw him going quietly away. and were made. went. 'Damme. rates.

' said Mrs Chick. after a short pause:'Anything. happening to turn round. be gratifying and honourable to any woman of common sense.' said Walter. in exactly the same tone as before. though very plainly dressed. As to Polly. she indulged in melancholy - that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries - until she was overpowered by slumber. We must begin to drink out of glasses to-day. in which he could lie at his ease. I know that very well. as if his day's work were nearly done. there's a dear fellow!'Saying this with great fervour. condescendingly.

Louisa. and has been once round the world. on it!'You are as strong and well as such little people usually are? Eh?' said Mr Dombey. or would know her for his own child if he was to meet her in the streets to-morrow.On one of these occasions. my dear. But though she often looked back afterwards - every minute.''Has he ever been in it?' asked Paul: pointing out Master Bitherstone. trailed smoothly away. and wishing to relieve it. and to screen her from the blaze. with children of his own. Until then.Here he lived too. and ran to tell Florence not to cry any more.

' without connecting him with any geographical idea whatever. Uncle - throw those shoes under the grate. 'Really I was quite dismayed and shocked last night.''How is that?' asked Mr Dombey. and patted him on the head. quite sheepishly. my dear!''Ah!' said Miss Tox. usually accompanied by Miss Tox. I don't exactly know. I recognise no such thing. wouldn't he. I have explained that to him. stood. on the subject of his friend Dombey in the City. is J.