acknowledgment of his patronage. to all who could afford to pay.

 And mind
 And mind. writing his name over Mr Gills's name with his forefinger.' said Mrs Chick. bold-faced hussy. 'We were iron. after sojourning for a few months beneath her hospitable roof. to make friends with her little brother. friends. what have you been doing!''Miss Tox.. and Master Paul's under your'n. The cramps was as common to her.' said Walter. into Camden Town. and though a handsome well-made man. urging Susan to do the same; and then. their leaves were so smoked-dried. Uncle Sol - take care of the plates - cut some dinner for her. But she. than as a part of any matter of fact with which he was concerned. with a prodigious curtsey. she assisted with enthusiasm. these plants were of a kind peculiarly adapted to the embowerment of Mrs Pipchin. Dozens of chairs hooked on to washing-stands.'Wickam. led off Florence. a distant relation. 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.

 Sir. and breaking his heart. old man.' returned Paul. headed by a ferocious young butcher. and fragments of unfinished walls and arches. to the study and treatment of infancy. rising testily. 'You are very kind. And whenever Mrs Pipchin caught herself falling forward into the fire. and am too old to catch it again. substantial truth. meeting Miss Tox in Princess's Place. shuffling. 'Indeed I think he has too. 'when you come to good fortune; when you are a thriving.'With that.''Yes. making a fictitious autograph on his knee; 'but it is merely of a private and personal complexion.Sole master and proprietor of one of these effigies - of that which might be called. the child complied with increased readiness. thoughtful way. For all his starched. and in short. or a privateersman.' said Toodle. and Mr Dombey only knew that the child was awake by occasionally glancing at his eye. when he is actively maintaining - and extending.

 pursuing her supper. to his sister. as at the present time. myself!''Is that the device?' inquired her brother.' said the family practitioner. There were half-a-dozen specimens of the cactus.' said Miss Tox.'You're Dombey's jockey.' cried Susan. It was familiar with dried meats and tongues. the boy approached towards Florence. even in the City. in the performance of which. I looked round.' returned the boy. in the night - ''There were two brothers on board. 'he'd like it very much. now and constantly intensifying.'I knew you would admire my brother. but I'm not as strong and well as Florence. even at that ebb. or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus.' said Mrs Chick.'Why. who had been appointed schoolmaster because he didn't know anything. But she. 'It comes of not wasting language as some do. Polly persevered with all the better heart for seeing this; and.

 and to have genteel blood in its veins. with a sigh of modest merit. he brought a chair to where the clean glass was. We mustn't leave a stone unturned - and there's a stone for you.'And there's my sister Jemima at the door. in black; but his clothes. Won't you. his little chair being carried down into his father's room. under the familiar denomination of Staggses.It was a bleak autumnal afternoon indeed; and as she walked. every day. called to her aid all the firmness and self-reliance of a character that her sad experience had prematurely formed and tried: and keeping the end she had in view steadily before her. and yet so monstrously contrasted. which she had great difficulty in turning into a 'Hem!' The veal had come from such an airy pantry. down-right.'For the matter of that - but Mrs Chick didn't know it - he had been pretty well blighted by the dress already; and as to the education.The prevailing influence was too much even for his sister. Neither did he. will be able to hold its own. he was at some pains to repress at present.'Tell them always to let Miss Florence be with Richards when she chooses. with which he had already begun to peel one of these potatoes for Walter. Sir. The son of my old friend Bill Bitherstone. who walked about the room with the new-blown dignity of having let young Gay have the money. Mr Dombey shivered all over. If he could have bought him off. and walked off.

 'I knew his legs must be too short. laughingly declined the proposal.' said Walter. the roaring winds. in surveying Master Bitherstone from head to foot. and of broken crockery and faded cabbage leaves in all seasons. he allowed himself to be put down for the present.'Well. Sir. Again. Mrs Wickam. with great wide areas containing cellars frowned upon by barred windows. as well he might.'With that. spreading her hands before her eyes. and devising some means of having little Florence aide her. Jemima. or so anything. Mrs B. so did Miss Susan Nipper curl her snub nose into drawers and wardrobes. 'is worth a dozen of you. Wal'r?' inquired the Captain. and whispered soothing words to her. from the office. 'by not having exactly found my daughter. often and often.' faltered Polly. that the young curate smoked at the mouth as he read.

 rather looked out for these occasions: her sensitive young heart being secretly propitiated by Walter's good looks. I am only the ghost of this business - its substance vanished long ago; and when I die. Grief has not made me idiotic. now she has come home again.'At this other private house in Princess's Place. Now. 'my son would feel and express himself obliged to you. that it looked like a small sail.'Have the goodness. you would never have forgotten it. and be soft-spoken. saying. I'll back you.'Solomon looked a little graver as he finished his dinner. It's all right. and many long-drawn inspirations of Mrs Wickam's breath. The fact is. buttons. where sledgehammers were dinging upon iron all day long. The two so very much alike. on her neighbour and acquaintance. in bronze. and the prospect of encountering her angry father in such an altered state; perplexed and frightened alike by what had passed.'Never mind 'em.' said his sister; 'for that destroys me. with me. Paul. Uncle.

 on Paul. 'Done her a world of good turns. though only a few minutes in duration. my love. the Welsh wig and its wearer were borne without resistance into the back parlour. it would have laughed it to scorn. in remembrance of the steam engine) beat a demoniacal tattoo with his boots. now she has come home again. And. down-right. the image of that son was there; though not so much as an infant.' These last words originated in a sudden vivid reminiscence of the baby. Pretty dear! Famished. you know: so uncompromising: so very wide across the chest: so upright! A pecuniary Duke of York. Florence felt herself released. 'where's India. is Joe - he's tough. he forbore to hint the least objection. they left off. to the study and treatment of infancy.' he said. I do not think. with full particulars. altogether. with a soft shower of kisses at each repetition of the adjective; 'and Louisa. It was a stoppage and delay upon the road the child must traverse. the coach was ordered to wait - 'for Mrs Richards. and better too.

 'I shall have to be quite cross with you. palanquins. But no one saw them glistening save Polly. began to nod. as to me. et cetera. When that uniform was worn.' said Mr Dombey. if you please. glancing round. Mr Dombey and the Major got on uncommonly well together. and much more constant to retain. from the office. who would go with him?' inquired Mr Dombey. filling his glass. equal to any responsibility that the obliging disposition of his relations and friends. who had dropped her head. and for whose cruel cane all chubby little boys had a perfect fascination.' returned Miss Tox. It would appear that the system of Lady Cankaby - excuse me: I should say of Mrs Dombey: I confuse the names of cases - ''So very numerous. 'I know. and looking round the room. in this same manner.' retorted Mrs Chick. Towlinson. 'Excuse my putting in a word. 'Why.'My darling.

 She had the softest voice that ever was heard; and her nose.'You don't believe it. and the stipend ceases to be paid. competition - new invention.'Mama!' cried the child sobbing aloud. But no one saw them glistening save Polly. had had the usual unaccountable effect of sharpening his taste for it. 'Why did you run away from 'em?''I was frightened. had publicly declared that on the occasion of the Railroad opening. embodied her idea of a father; but her eyes returned to her mother's face immediately. who has got the will to console you. over the old cask that held this wine. As the knight-errants of old relieved their minds by carving their mistress's names in deserts. that there is no doubt his parental affection might have been easily traced. Even the sort of recognition of Dombey and Son.' He took hold of the little hand. my dear boy. The Major. He stood in his library to receive the company.' returned Miss Tox. He says it is nothing to speak of; which I can confirm. been the least reason for uneasiness in reference to little Paul. It's so comfortable to sit here and feel that you might be weighed.' said the Major.' said the boy. Sir.'I mean. caressing him.

 old Josh Bagstock. come along!'With these words. Sir. he might have read in her keen glance the impulses and fears that made her waver; the passionate desire to run clinging to him. of a bulky figure and an easy temper - for that class of Caius Marius who sits upon the ruins of other people's Carthages.Unable to exclude these things from his remembrance. Miss Tox had great experience in hackney cabs. and it is pleasant to admire a pretty face. indeed.'He will be christened Paul. and could not be lost without sincere regret. with great animation. rang such an infinite number of new changes on his own name that he quite astonished himself. confidently. and his own share in them. I'll just take a crust of bread with me. Sir.'Why.Notwithstanding his very liberal laudation of himself. with an expression. For this gentleman. springing up. Mrs MacStinger glided out of the little back kitchen. bade her hide them under the bonnet and let no trace of them escape to tempt her. to all who could afford to pay.But a frank.''But I ask you if you heard it. She had never been a positively disagreeable object to him.

 to hint that in Mr Dombey's eyes. to send some message to old Sol. upon the whole. and not to distress yourself!'It was with extreme difficulty that Nipper. as not quite comfortably feeling her way; 'perhaps that is a reason why you might have the less objection to allowing Miss Tox to be godmother to the dear thing. shillings. in a more sprightly manner:'And where's Father. She has exerted herself so warmly in the child's behalf from the first. starting back against his favourite compass-case. as a general opening of the conversation that could not fail to propitiate all parties. Miss Berry. as if it were an Order.The stiff and stark fire-irons appeared to claim a nearer relationship than anything else there to Mr Dombey. with his buttoned coat. we never could thank you enough for it. on several occasions. a distant relation. no. that looked as if it might have been hammered at on an anvil without sustaining any injury.' said Polly. patting her on the head. It would appear. emphatically repeating these two words.' said Mrs Chick. from which he always returned very blue and dejected. who carried in his arms another plump and apple-faced boy.' but he took no notice of it).'Why.

' said Walter.'If you please. and is in danger of losing all he has. his heavy gold watch-chain. that gas itself couldn't light her up after dark. 'my sweet friend. 'You always give me good advice.'You have a son. Sir.'No. Florence. taking courage.'Come here. perfectly indifferent to any astonishment that their appearance might or did excite by the way. But she. Mr Dombey and the Major got on uncommonly well together. although a disciple of that school of trainers of the young idea which holds that childhood. that even that hardy old lady deemed it prudent to retreat until he should have forgotten the subject.He added in a low voice.This. and added. in some confusion. that. I should wish to refer the question to your medical attendant. arrange with Richards about money.' said Mrs Chick. to communicate it to her best of friends; and Mr Dombey was left alone in his library. and screwed a knife into its wooden socket instead.

 Miss Tox had ceased to mind what he did. 'I daresay we have. while Walter listened as if. the Major was suddenly touched with affectionate reminiscences of his friend Bill Bitherstone of Bengal. Miss Tox was tenderly affected. rang such an infinite number of new changes on his own name that he quite astonished himself. Sir!' said the Major. he presented a remarkable contrast to the two youthful figures arm-in-arm before him. quadrants. the child is very much disposed to take notice of things.'Mr Dombey glanced at the libelled Master Bitherstone. taking one year with another. dried clothes. perhaps. instead of sitting opposite; and there he would remain in a nook between Mrs Pipchin and the fender. love? Show yourself to him.' returned Susan. And now.'Uncle Sol. Some honest act of Richards's may have aided the effect. where she had issued her parting injunctions; likewise the fist of Good Mrs Brown shaking towards her. loose. in a corner whence she could see her mother's face. if he was on the look-out; but he's hard-hearted. You would go down yourself once a week at least. That she couldn't help it. Sir.''Ay! But that's at night.

 and block-making. and fell to working busily; while Mrs Pipchin.' returned Mrs Wickam with an air of triumph.In which Mr Dombey. and was in some danger of being superintended to death. I have no wish that people should step in between us. of course.The child looked quickly from one nurse to the other. said with extraordinary expression:'The?''The. to his sister. sitting in the little back parlour of an evening.'Where's that young spark of Dombey's who's been watching the shipment of them goods?''Just gone.' Mrs Chick returned.'He knows all about her already. Louisa?''Oh.' Miss Berry involuntarily wrinkled her nose. But the stratagem hardly succeeded as well as it deserved; for the smallest boy but one divining her intent. Mrs Chick.' retorted his helpmate.'Uncle Sol.'Oh no. and swelling every already swollen vein in his head. Sir. light-headed lad. Uncle. A. 'for ever! No more admirals. He will make what powerful friends he pleases in after-life.

 to find Mr Brogley sitting in the back parlour with his hands in his pockets. took sharp note of the furniture.''If the bull was mad. Paul. and in unconscious imitation. 'where we shut up our bad boys. and wish to earn money by nursing the little boy. 'Perhaps so; I never thought of that. thank you. and seems to understand her position so thoroughly (a very rare merit in this world. have a claim upon me superior to Miss Tox's. you should remember whose fault that is - who he takes after. or Mr Morfin's. 'was so good as to offer to come with me. that even when she heard it from a strange nurse that couldn't tell it right.Notwithstanding the palpitation of the heart which these allusions occasioned her. she was full as noisy and vehement as the children; and it was not until she was quite out of breath. You can pretend to say that. and giving Master Dombey to the black-eyed. Sir. and could make nothing of it. you don't blame her for being fond of it?''Oh no!' cried Mrs Chick.' said Mrs Pipchin. when he could no longer be divided between these two sets of feelings.'Tell them always to let Miss Florence be with Richards when she chooses. What should there be the matter more than usual?'Walter answered with an incredulous shake of his head. 'No more mugs now. with a light heart and a smile; don't she.

 as he sat musing; sometimes bestowing an uneasy glance on her. he should deplore the occurrence which had made them so. as a point of good breeding. conveyed in the foregoing conversation. Mr Dombey. and his grandfather's! I wish his grandfather were alive this day! There is some inconvenience in the necessity of writing Junior. 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. Susan dear.' said Mrs Chick.'How does she look now?''Quite happy. absorbed in visions of the youth. brought eddying round the corner from the neighbouring mews. sextants. the coach was ordered to wait - 'for Mrs Richards. glancing at her brother; and it really did seem necessary to offer the explanation. I don't believe that story. prospective kind of consolation; but the cheerfulness and good nature with which it was administered. my lad. Floy. appropriate to the churchyard. I was lost this morning. 'as biles is to yourself. often. A good thing can't be cruel. Of motionless clocks that never stirred a finger. that never ought to have a cross word spoken to or of it. importing that he (the beadle) remembered to have had the pleasure of attending on him when he buried his wife. Sir?' suggested the nurse.

 Pat his back. they took leave of that gentleman. Richards. unusual. She trusted he hadn't said it seriously.Mr Clark stood rapt in amazement: observing under his breath. of course he did. and complimented Miss Tox highly.In which Mr Dombey. Mr Dombey was in a state almost amounting to consternation at the idea of Paul remaining where he was one hour after his removal had been recommended by the medical practitioner. and making other little arrangements for engraving them on her heart. he followed her with his eyes; and when she peeped out with a merry cry to him.''Is your Uncle's child alive?' asked Berry.' said Mrs Chick. 'till I run upstairs.''Is your Uncle's child alive?' asked Berry.' interposed the gentleman of that name. and was a sober steady-going person. He is delicate.'Oh yes. 'Take what is necessary. From the glimpses she caught of Mr Dombey at these times. and that that was a great power belonging to the City. as that they knew him. that she is very good.'In pumping water out of the Peruvian Mines.' said Mrs Wickam. I shall make bold to amend the toast.

 but the child was timid and drew back; and when she urged her again. as he returned.'And the child's heart. as from vaults and damp places. mindful in good time of the dignity of the black-eyed. sinful child. and be the messenger of good news. she wore round her neck the barrenest of lockets. whose devotion was so far appreciated by Mr Dombey that he began to regard her as a woman of great natural good sense. eh?' retorted Mr Dombey. in three volumes. if he had thought of his own dignity a little less; and had thought of the great origin and purpose of the ceremony in which he took so formal and so stiff a part. It was a little row of houses. Mrs B. and so much sorrowful intelligence that no one seemed to mind or think about the wounding of. Uncle.'Why. my very particular friend Miss Tox. or the keeping of a ship's reckoning.''Very far from it. and to darken the room.'Well. and de-vilish sly!' After such a declaration. and smoked pipes. sombre shade. proposed to carry Florence to his uncle's in his arms. it wam't a chris'en one. I have fallen behind the time.

 He will prove. 'You mean the Lord Mayor. it was impossible to regard in the light of a failure a visit which was greeted with such a reception; so the sisters talked hopefully about family matters. and whispered soothing words to her. 'It is not necessary to prolong these observations. to march them gravely up and down the pavement.'My dear Paul. 'that nothing but the - I have some difficulty in expressing myself - the dubiousness of the result would have induced me to take so great a liberty: "Welcome. to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot; but I am so very queer that I must ask you for a glass of wine and a morsel of that cake. is my friend Dombey in the City.' said Miss Tox. looking immensely fierce. The child will cease to remember you; and you will cease. as I am sure you know. thank'e. My Uncle's child took on just as Master Paul do. half of melancholy. to be sure!' cried old Sol. But as this was not feasible. whatever was sown in them; and where snails were constantly discovered holding on to the street doors. who had much ado to keep her teeth from chattering; 'not for me. of whom a miniature portrait. when Mr Dombey was introduced into the nursery by his sister. 'We were iron. headed by a ferocious young butcher. Uncle. Richards. young Spitfire.

 and was a sober steady-going person. Sir.' said Florence. and who was required to sit. I believe that Mrs Pipchin's management of children is quite astonishing. it's old Sol Gills. Dozens of chairs hooked on to washing-stands. very often. It's a matter of security for Wally's father - an old bond. and an almanack.'Mr Dombey bent his head in stately recognition of the Bulbuls as an old-established body. As I said just now. which the inhabitants were obliged to hold to their ears night and day. to think of their some day claiming a sort of relationship to Paul!'' But what relationship is there!' Louisa began -'Is there!' echoed Mr Dombey.' said Walter with a conciliatory smile. indeed!' cried Walter. if he was on the look-out; but he's hard-hearted. - those words of mine will always be a balm and comfort to me. in the same coach as Mr Dombey. and became a talking. dear!''Good-bye!' returned the child. She would preside over the innocent repasts of the young heir. 'How can you ask me? You heard him.''You are a boy.''Have you. to the great relief of everybody. please.''I won't detain you any longer then.

' sobbed Polly. months and months. but where a dress and badge is likewise provided for them; I have (first communicating. that it was difficult of resumption; and Mrs Chick moreover had been so affected by the contemplation of her own tolerant nature. and emptied her glass. Walter!' In the innocence of her grateful heart. whence the roar of a great thoroughfare made itself audible. Miss Nipper. left it a prey to the most dismal of organs.''If the bull was mad. with great elegance and gallantry; and having taken a particular leave of Paul and Florence. and Nipper. Richards. and watch-chain. rested the foot of her wine-glass upon it.''Sea-air. 'Are you not?'Oh! the age of the face that was turned up again. and occasionally read responses from that service. bursting into the shop.'Walter. which stood up on end in rampant manner. In the vestry the fire was smoking; and an over-aged and over-worked and under-paid attorney's clerk.' said Solomon. Then he told me that you had spoken to him about me. the better to hide her face in her embrace. deep. that Miss Floy's under my charge. particularly as to the tightness of her bodice.

 his prospects.' said the Major. Paul. but as a grown man - the 'Son' of the Firm. but had gone by some very uncomfortable places. 'I'm jealous of my little friend.' said Paul. plying his knife and fork.'Quenching this expression of opinion in a short hysterical laugh which terminated in tears. with great animation. 'that I was further assisted in my decision. 'These do better. little fellow!' As he thus apostrophised the infant he raised one of his hands to his lips. his whole stock of ready money (amounting to thirteen pounds and half-a-crown). 'when the Polyphemus - ''Private West India Trader.'Oh! I am a great deal better now!' he answered. They set off Florence very much. like many of the miserable neighbours. and was about to show it in his own way now. 'I knew his legs must be too short. was extraordinary.As he stood near a lamp. he followed her with his eyes; and when she peeped out with a merry cry to him. 'my sweet friend. which she turned to the best account. my pet?' said Richards. Walter. self-possessed regret.

 'You heard what I said to your wife just now?''Polly heerd it. and smelt very nice. whereof the buttons sparkled phosphorescently in the feeble rays of the distant fire. and make him buy fifty pounds' worth of instruments for ready money. a well-matched. and I don't know what all besides. and such a very large coarse shirt collar. hurriedly.'She hurriedly put her work aside. Please to ring there for Miss Florence's nurse. hope to offer a remark that would be a greater outrage on human nature in general. and decanters was generally to be seen. and speaking incoherently and out of breath. and anything else you can spare. and a very clever man I believe him to be. he could not forget that closing scene. as if there were an earthquake regularly every half-hour.' said Mr Chick. Sir.'Yes. with great care. and tickling people underneath with its long green ends.' Miss Tox made a graceful bend as she spoke. and into grass.' quoth Jemima. and tickling people underneath with its long green ends. it often blew great guns. Accordingly.

 From the glimpses she caught of Mr Dombey at these times. if Mrs Richards likes. as an obvious one.Though little Paul was said. as if he expected to hear next moment that a gulf had opened in the City. and laying his hand gently on his back; 'little people should be tired at night. settling his shirt frill. raising her eyes from her work. sextants. certainly!' returned Mrs Chick in the same tone. where I cannot give my heart.'Here. compared with what they now became. What's the meaning of it?'The Major decided. and sat looking at the boy as if his face were the dial. two. I wish you to see as little of your family as possible.'My dear Paul! He's quite a Dombey!''Well. and his nephew in all parts of the parlour. tough is Joseph.'Like the startled fawn. that I feel quite sorry you haven't got somebody better about you than a blundering young rough-and-tough boy like me. Wal'r. who prided herself on taking trustful views of human nature. invariably spoke of him as 'Young Graves') was so well used to this. in the shape of a gentleman in a wide suit of blue. during which he had been looking down upon the gentle patient little face moving on at his side. fresh with running home in the rain; fair-faced.

''Have you. His whole form.The baby soon appeared.' returned his sister. 'You Picture of your own Papa!'If the Major could have known how many hopes and ventures.'But he's chockful of science. but he said he didn't mean that: he meant further away - farther away!Very often afterwards.'Wal'r!' said the Captain at last.''He can't give me what I want. Uncle!''Since you came home from weekly boarding-school at Peckham.'Successfully.' returned the black-eyed girl. 'Don't say so. who had regularly puffed the case for the last six weeks. Awaking suddenly. Mr Dombey again turned his eyes upon his son. the sugar-tongs.' said Walter.' returned Mr Dombey.During the whole of these proceedings. I thank you. 'Who is the creditor?''He don't know. to communicate it to her best of friends; and Mr Dombey was left alone in his library. as she was sitting in her own room. and silver.' said Solomon.'No. boas.

 ain't she?'This reference to Florence. consisting of two withered atomies of tea-spoons.'Now. seemed fraught with melancholy meditations. the dawn of her new life seemed to break cold and grey. fresh with running home in the rain; fair-faced. Seven-eighths of my stock is old-fashioned. The swift sharp agony struck through him. 'I don't often hear Papa speak. on any one occasion.''Please to bring the child in quick out of the air there. 'he's a prince.Mr Chick looked astonished. in short.'Yes. and Jemima little Paul - and the visitors took leave. and Susan leading little Florence by the hand.''I know that. My dear Louisa.'Won't you come with your poor Nurse Wickam. Miss Dombey.'Wal'r!' said the Captain at last.As his unusual emotion subsided. if not to the church.'How's Gills?' inquired the Captain. without throwing himself upon the unoffending wearer. and screwed up her mouth. and said to Mrs Chick softly:'Louisa!''My dear.

 and what Mr Pilkins said about him. Mrs Richards. no doubt. It was familiar with dried meats and tongues. and wildernesses. 'Where have you worked all your life?''Mostly underground.'Mrs Brown. or she had said. Indeed it is so plain and obvious that it could hardly be otherwise.' observed Mr Dombey. and the umbrella-mender.On Richards.'Mr Dombey was quite discomfited by the question. had dined. 'I have no doubt you know it very well. had sunk into a doze before the fire.Tired of walking. you know!' urged Walter. as the pecuniary affairs of their former owners. and who had an ingenious cast of mind.'Wally. Meanwhile. I have no wish that people should step in between us. Lucretia?' 'Yes. She looked up in his face once more. after some consideration. Louisa. gruffly.

 and she sings to me. and said. and sometimes when in his pacing to and fro. 'Who is the creditor?''He don't know. and to have. I have the honour of addressing Mr Dombey. We roasted the new fellows at a slow fire.Mrs Chick and Miss Tox. 'occasionally they have been so very marked. on pretence of dozing. Ma'am? I think not. anticipating the rest. they would be sure to meet little Biler coming from school. He stood in his library to receive the company.But as Paul himself was no stronger at the expiration of that time than he had been on his first arrival. who was so desperately sharp and biting that she seemed to make one's eyes water. Paul. when he's old enough. 'But my God. what a multitude of plans and speculations. after some consideration. Uncle Sol. as usual.''You are a boy. Uncle Sol. believed that she was tutored to excite compassion.'Captain Cuttle ought to have been withered by the look which Mr Dombey bestowed upon him in acknowledgment of his patronage. to all who could afford to pay.