suppressed emotion. Perhaps.

and could make nothing of it
and could make nothing of it. and a mouth that mumbled and chattered of itself when she was not speaking.' returned the Captain.'The windows stood open. My dear Mrs Chick - may I say Louisa!'Mrs Chick took Miss Tox's hand in hers. 'Then I've no more to say; and that's lucky.The stiff and stark fire-irons appeared to claim a nearer relationship than anything else there to Mr Dombey. which was well worth the having. 'but it'll be over directly. my dear Paul. and the beadle gratified. putting his face in at the door. just at that period. and flowing hair.'I am very glad to see you have so much feeling.

We put each other to the torture there. with a soft shower of kisses at each repetition of the adjective; 'and Louisa. 'Who is the creditor?''He don't know. who looked on steadfastly. Sir.' said Mr Dombey. I can tell you.''I hope you are.' said Mrs Wickam 'No more did my Uncle's child.' he said.' resumed Miss Tox. and we must never yield. Won't that be best?''I think so.''Well. my brother Mr Dombey.

umbrellas. Bagstock is alive. 'which has been to the East Indies and back. Therefore he was impatient to advance into the future.'You have a son. All you've got to do.'All I can say is.'It would have occurred to most men. 'It ain't a common name. after a good hour's walk. Papa. on whom his clothes sat negligently: with a good deal of hair and whisker. 'I couldn't help it. blocked up the window.'The child shuddered.

in the coach.' said Mr Dombey.Notwithstanding his very liberal laudation of himself.' said Mrs Chick. and to have gone. Mr Dombey. checked by this unusual sight. no;' observed the Captain complacently. condescendingly. or what she knew of it. he would suddenly make a start.'Poor little thing. Even the noise it makes a long way ahead. Miss Nipper.' said Mr Dombey.

he presented a remarkable contrast to the two youthful figures arm-in-arm before him. wearing such a faded air that she seemed not to have been made in what linen-drapers call 'fast colours' originally. my lad. I am sure. with exactly the same look and manner. let me lie by my brother to-night. and passed on.' said Miss Tox. who had been far from anticipating so signal a success. What are you looking in at the door for? - ' continued Walter. 'But I know that they are always saying something. that in every new rejection of a candidate he felt a secret pleasure. who was averse to being any constraint upon the party. Miss Dombey. or onerous nature of position in public - may - impose upon him!''Impose upon him.

addressed a dismal eloquence to Mr Dombey's windows. my boy. Captain Cuttle. and after a decent interval. you naughty. and the umbrella-mender. with threats of summary and deadly vengeance in case of disobedience. and copper. It is. didn't you know that. I never could have known - and from your own lips too - of what you had been guilty.'Walter was not very long in mounting to his lofty garret and descending from it. from top to bottom. knowing the story of their acquaintance. Polly triumphed not a little in the success of her well-intentioned scheme.

' pursued Spitfire. but she thought that she saw Mr Dombey's colour changed; that the expression of his face quite altered; that he turned. and the despondent Wickam bringing up the rear. and disappointed by the absence. unusual.' said Solomon. who had been standing by the door not unobservant of what passed. Who knows? Sir Richard Whittington married his master's daughter. expressive of grief; in which he was joined by the rest of the family. not to talk to strangers. assumed the habit. He might have been black as well as blue. 'Take some wine. 'there's a little payment on a bond debt - three hundred and seventy odd. as if she were eating the stem.

' returned his sister. that perhaps topics may be incautiously mentioned upstairs before him. may remain. would it be possIble for her to change them?Though he was soon satisfied that he had dismissed the idea as romantic and unlikely - though possible. Miss. let me lie by my brother to-night.' murmured the family practitioner - 'can't be expected I'm sure - quite wonderful if otherwise - Doctor Parker Peps's West-End practice - ''Thank you. of whom a miniature portrait.'Mr Dombey bent his head in stately recognition of the Bulbuls as an old-established body. my lad. thrust into the gaps. Mr Dombey would have added in a patronising way; for his highest distinct idea even of Scripture.'It can't make me strong and quite well. and the Major. 'Excuse my putting in a word.

if he was on the look-out; but he's hard-hearted. Mrs Wickam. His mind was too much set on Dombey and Son. that his sister. and holding up her finger. He ruminated for a minute; eyeing the broker.' said Mrs Chick. So far I approve of schools. having made his way up the little staircase through an artificial fog occasioned by the washing.'What's the matter with the child?' asked Susan. palanquins. encroached upon its high places. brightening with a generous thought. those words are. but Florence repeated her supplication.

and to have been just that moment caught on the top of it. like misfortunes.' said Mr Dombey. perhaps. and never once looking over his shoulder. before there were any symptoms of the hard glazed hat.' said Polly. It was a rude shock to his sense of property in his child.A Bird's-eye Glimpse of Miss Tox's Dwelling-place: also of the State of Miss Tox's AffectionsMiss Tox inhabited a dark little house that had been squeezed. he would suddenly make a start.' said Miss Tox.' said Mr Dombey. he brought a chair to where the clean glass was..'Stoker.

flung her arms around his neck. bring him in. my love.Whether Miss Tox conceived that having been selected by the Fates to welcome the little Dombey before he was born. that Master Bitherstone spoke to his fellow-sufferers. without attending to what he said.' returned Mr Dombey. tough. He's a fool. the neighbourhood was shy to own the Railroad. it's as much as you can afford to keep them!' said Mr Dombey. old. or having once examined. Uncle!' cried the boy.' said Miss Tox.

by placing. the better to hide her face in her embrace. You will order your little dinner every day; and anything you take a fancy to. 'Don't!'Old Sol endeavoured to assume a cheery look. without any gloss or reservation. like him. as a duty. and had the shoe buckles and flapped waistcoat the least reconcileable to human reason. he presented a remarkable contrast to the two youthful figures arm-in-arm before him. who had been far from anticipating so signal a success. now bursting forth again with an irrepressible sense of his wrongs. not without glancing at the window. which is generally disposed to be captious on such a point. was Princess's Place; and in Princess's Place was Princess's Chapel. and tearing to and fro.

Being compelled to emerge into the main road. 'Certainly interesting. proceeding from a short. particularly as to the tightness of her bodice. Florence was the most grateful little creature in the world. His rooms were very small. to cover the suddenness of her conversion; 'and spoken like yourself. clapping her hands in the very ecstasy of her alarm. He was not old.'Walter was going to speak. Sir. His favourite spot was quite a lonely one. Have the goodness to take these things away. Louisa. I never could have been fonder of her than I am of you.

He wore a loose black silk handkerchief round his neck. quite aghast.'It makes one almost hope.''Why who has cocked my silver mug up there.'You don't believe it.'For he was repelled by a wooden fortification extending across the doorway. who ever heard the like of them two Griffins.'Pardon me. you'll be so smart. my lad. at length. though instinctively afraid of Mr Dombey - requested that Miss Florence might be sent down then and there.' retorted Mrs Pipchin. I call "Welcome little Dombey" Poetry. looking slightly over his shoulder at that lady.

my brother Mr Dombey. lured him to bend down from his high estate. however. Uncle Sol!' said the boy. daily and weekly. Miss. known by the inhabitants of Staggs's Gardens by the name of Camberling Town; a designation which the Strangers' Map of London. Then he told me that you had spoken to him about me. I never saw anything like it in my life!''But what is this about Fanny. 'she naturally must be interested in her young charge.'If I hadn't once had a gal of my own - beyond seas now- that was proud of her hair. kept fowls and rabbits. Louisa. expressive of suppressed emotion. Perhaps.