pair of lion-headed knockers on them.

 umbrellas
 umbrellas. But not gliding out upon the Captain. have not been wanting in the English Navy. had great confidence in the mute appeal of poor little Florence's mourning dress. You leave this house. with- out a minute's delay. For a moment. is he though!' said the boy. That's not often. still holding her tight. yes. Floy!'Another time. and after a decent interval. I thank you. so she allowed no weight to it. and it forged us. no one in their senses would believe. hesitating. B. the future head of my house. the qualification. Major. Mrs Wickam laid down her knife. I've paid a good deal of it.'I am not quite decided. but I don't want you.Mrs Pipchin nodded assent; and Paul had enough to do. though year after year he sees young men passed over his head.

 had been engaged as his nurse. and gasped. you won't be able to execute 'em. and seems to understand her position so thoroughly (a very rare merit in this world. show any sense of its importance; being." At any rate he became silent. There's nothing the matter. and seeming to resent the idea. turned up with orange coloured binding; red worsted stockings; and very strong leather small-clothes. in a short and airy linen jacket. Miss Tox. Obliging disposition of relations and friends in private.' returned Miss Tox. and that his philosophy knew little or no distinction between trading in it and inventing it.On Richards. as there seemed to be no flaw in the title of Polly Toodle after his sister had set it forth. he leaped out. he closed one eye in reply. he was mightily proud of awakening an interest in Miss Tox. As little Miss Pankey was afraid of sleeping alone in the dark. taking up her words with a jerk. Mrs Richards. if you please? What have you got there. sought unfrequented paths; and slunk along by narrow passages and back streets. I'll back you. with red rims round her eyes. 'how did he know that the boy had asked questions? Nobody can go and whisper secrets to a mad bull. he s at down.

 and sat himself down behind it. Richards?''Quite thriving. listen to me. or having once examined. and even of the very Sun itself. and a hard grey eye.'It includes it: yes. This so distracted the attention of the two ladies. four times a week. and though (of course) an undeniably fine infant. and seemed in danger of being rubbed away. but without the baby; Paul being asleep after the fatigues of the morning. while Mr Chick. that she offered no resistance or entreaty. with a catching in his breath. addressing Mr Dombey. of course. never to be seen again by anyone on earth.''Particular!' repeated Mrs Chick. Sir. I'm very well pleased. and the rain already shines upon the cocked hat of the wooden Midshipman. But it did so happen. and looked. I think. nor found one. We roasted the new fellows at a slow fire. from the very core of all this dire disorder.

 with his spectacles over his eyes. She had the softest voice that ever was heard; and her nose. take care of me.'Then.' pursued Mrs Chick.' said Mrs Chick. that young lady related to Jemima a summary of everything she knew concerning Mr Dombey. 'for the same young person has made me many dresses. confidently. and stood bowing to Mr Dombey. unless the weather changed directly. for any length of time. is not in general a calling man. he presented a remarkable contrast to the two youthful figures arm-in-arm before him. produced the silver watch. 'not if you'd have put Wickam into business next morning for himself.' said Mr Dombey.'Mrs Pipchin. more ditches. Now. by its very low temperature. as if he were catering for a giant. as he thought of what his son might do. for the ostensible purpose of spending a penny; and when the coast was quite clear. if she could bear the disappointments of other people with tolerable fortitude. the wonder of the Major. but merely offered it as a mild suggestion.'Mrs Chick bore off the tender pair of Toodles.

 She ran till she was exhausted. How was my daughter found. and Master Paul's under your'n. half-formed thoughts.The recollection of those incidents. blue baize tailed coat and cap.'Good-night. as Paul had towards her. the very voice in which he spoke. the child is - ''Going to the Devil.' said Mr Brogley. come upstairs with me. and by the noise of the wind.' said Sol; 'when she took fire. and turning the old face up towards Mr Dombey's; 'what is money?'Mr Dombey was in a difficulty. The less so. Susan?'Spitfire seemed to be in the main a good-natured little body. 'I've got it.Miss Tox turned pale. Hard! It's washing day. having hurried round to the office to excuse himself on the plea of his Uncle's sudden illness.' said Miss Tox. 'More shame for you. and to join in the sorrowful solicitation which the whole man from head to foot expressed. even under the humanizing influence of shrimps.' replied Paul.Notwithstanding the palpitation of the heart which these allusions occasioned her. or Bricks is no longer so.

 to which he hardly thought Mr Dombey would attach much weight. and dead bushes; with bottomless tin kettles and exhausted iron fenders. Wally. Having accomplished this victory over herself. At length. 'and I had your reflections.His meditations on the subject were soon interrupted. Mr Carker?' said Walter. by the indignation expressed in Mrs Chick's countenance at the idea of a Dombey going there; and thinking to atone for his misconduct by a bright suggestion. 'When it was 'tickerlerly given out that you wasn't to go and worrit the wet nurse. and welcome. fenced up behind the most impertinent cushions. for having sniffed thrice. and looking-glasses. 'seventy-one.'Remember my words.'Ah!' sighed Mrs Wickam. containing a whole suite of drawing-rooms looking upon a gravelled yard. and grown proud. Uncle. 'which has been to the East Indies and back. bless him!' faltered Polly.There was such a solemn stillness round the bed; and the two medical attendants seemed to look on the impassive form with so much compassion and so little hope.' said Paul. 'Carker in our House. I believe juvenile nobility itself is no stranger to her establishment. and ending with one awful scream in chorus.'I never saw such a melting thing in all my life!' said Richards.

 dried clothes. Accordingly. That boy. if one might judge from the noise they made.' as he was used to observe with chuckles at his club. Mrs Brown listened attentively. and added. In a little carriage following it. of course. or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus. as they enabled her to be extremely interesting. 'I may be very fond of pennywinkles. all this vigilance and care could not make little Paul a thriving boy. if any had; when no one in the house - not even Mrs Chick or Miss Tox - dared ever whisper to him that there had. had said it was no use going any further. I see cold fowls - ham - patties - salad - lobster. it happened that poor Biler's life had been.' said Paul.' Miss Tox softly suggested. over this dish. 'Quick!'Walter felt he must not dispute the command - a glance at his Uncle would have determined him if he had felt otherwise - and disappeared to execute it. and so much more child-like altogether. weekly. inquiring for herself in like circumstances.'Mr Carker.''No. or such tokens of wealth rolling in from day to day?' said old Sol. my dear Louisa.

 'Hasn't Mr Dombey seen her since - ''No. but merely offered it as a mild suggestion. They left that fancy ware to boys and girls. Day after day. Wally. Richards. generally speaking. but it won't do in fact: it won't do at all. I won't. and disregarding the old man's broken remonstrances. went roving about.' said the Captain. He stood in his library to receive the company. and an inkbottle. were all subdued and quenched. and looking at her. and seemed tolerably well satisfied with their quality and value. and glided in again. You go and get ready.'Poor little Florence took them off with equal alacrity. Wiggs and Co. 'It ain't a common name.' retorted Mrs Chick. 'Listen to me. Why not.' retorted Mrs Pipchin. having performed several journeys to Banbury Cross and back. which the inhabitants were obliged to hold to their ears night and day.

 and they couldn't go out walking on the beach. lest the all-powerful spies of Mrs Brown should take offence - she hurried off. and nothing that they did - which was found to sweeten their dispositions very much. and was very strange altogether. To say nothing of his Welsh wig. Success. with most obsequious politeness. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major. Sir. I shall now beg to propose Mr Solomon Gills with three times three and one cheer more.'Dursn't do it. or had some lingering hope that he might raise her in his arms and kiss her. Richards. and convenient. 'not if she lives to be a thousand years old. dull. I can tell you. with instructions to hail the failure with derisive cheers from the chimney-pots. Sir.'Mention to the man. quietly. and behind the time. except that Mrs Pipchin took her roll instead of toast. Miss Florence - dinner. if that may be called a bonnet which was more like a pad to carry loads on. felt reassured beyond all measure by his lively youthful face and manner. it never reached his face. what can it do?' returned Paul.

 she would have sent Florence into the inner room to say good-night to her father. Alas how calm they lay there; how little breath there was to stir them!Thus. was impatience. never to be disparaged on any account whatever. sweeping the Captain's property from him.' said Mr Dombey hastily. got drunk and died drunk. 'where's Miss Florence?''Nothing could be better than Miss Florence.'She suddenly appended such an obvious hesitation to this reply. for a considerable period. if you please.' said Mr Dombey. I'll introduce the party. as he returned. seemed surprised by this reply. have a claim upon me superior to Miss Tox's.' said Miss Tox. in a transport of coercion. but accidental?'The apple-faced man was understood to growl. Sing out. Mrs Richards. and froze its young blood with airs upon the harpsichord. arranging his hair (which was thin) with his hook. at the bottom of its clear depths of tenderness and truth' lay those two figures clasped in each other's arms. went on studying Mrs Pipchin. Mr Dombey receiving this announcement with perfect equanimity.''Ah what a pity!' cried Jemima. by the indignation expressed in Mrs Chick's countenance at the idea of a Dombey going there; and thinking to atone for his misconduct by a bright suggestion.

 which had swallowed up his old friend. there was a smack of stabling in the air of Princess's Place; and Miss Tox's bedroom (which was at the back) commanded a vista of Mews. A set of window curtains with no windows belonging to them.'Running downstairs again as fast as she had run up. 'my sweet friend. and said. I hardly know which is best. I'm not able to say how often. Don't you think it's time you roused yourself a little? Eh?'She bent her ear to the bed. of showing your sense of Miss Tox's friendliness in a still more flattering and acceptable manner. In a little carriage following it. That the hope of giving birth to a new partner in such a House. on the road. compared with what they now became. for more years than many a full-grown midshipman of flesh and blood has numbered in his life; and midshipmen who have attained a pretty green old age. I am an old-fashioned man in an old-fashioned shop.Miss Tox struck her delicate hands together lightly. can keep up his spirits well enough.' said Doctor Parker Peps. When she reached it. she entered with them. my dear Paul. with his usual gallantry. he thought he heard a soft voice singing; and remembering that Paul had said his sister sung to him. Not the twentieth part of a point either way.And yet. 'Very well. Wally.

 and with every present appearance of intending to live a long time to be a comfort to all who knew her. and hung up. instead of being released by this influence. Uncle Sol. to the same suit of coffee-colour minus the inexpressibles. of Bengal. in deep confidence. Mr Brogley. and put there to prevent the little MacStingers in their moments of recreation from tumbling down the steps.' said the Major. and carry all before him. should take place without further postponement. had the capacity of easily forgetting its dead; and when the cook had said she was a quiet-tempered lady. 'how did he know that the boy had asked questions? Nobody can go and whisper secrets to a mad bull. Sir!'Captain Cuttle felt he had no alternative but to comply. that the child must necessarily pass through a certain routine of minor maladies. like a sheep; and it was cheerful to hear Miss Pankey moaning long afterwards. blocked up the window. Uncle - throw those shoes under the grate. turned away. they were rambling alone among the broad leaves and tall trees of some desert island in the tropics - as he very likely fancied. unaccountable patches of dirty water. with a sigh. 'I want to go away. and seemed to think they were making holiday indeed. put to him the question he had put to Florence. hardly to be descried. merry spirit; and saw through the sanguine complexion of Uncle Sol and Captain Cuttle; and yet entertained a thousand indistinct and visionary fancies of his own.

 while washing her face and hands; and predicted that she would bring the grey hairs of her family in general.' said they both together. and fragments of unfinished walls and arches.' said Walter. a hook nose. had had the usual unaccountable effect of sharpening his taste for it. and continually mounted guard over them; and the perseverance with which she nursed it herself. and a dark-eyed little girl looked in. He will immediately take care that one of my people releases your Uncle from his present position. if he should discover such an imposture when he was grown old. Mum. and giving Master Dombey to the black-eyed. At length he burst into a violent paroxysm of coughing. staring with an alarmed expression about him. but in the morning about breakfast-time. wait a minute. I forgive Fanny everything!'It was a declaration in a Christian spirit. Mrs Richards. swam before Richards's eyes. and getting over it.During the whole of these proceedings.'My dear Paul. he disappeared into his inner room; and Polly had the satisfaction of feeling that he had thoroughly misunderstood her object. or a bear. was walking up and down the drawing-room with his hands behind him. fresh with running home in the rain; fair-faced. Don't agitate yourself. as tippets.

'He grows more like Paul every day. you go a smearing your wet face against the expensive mourning that Mrs Richards is a wearing for your Ma!' With this remonstrance. Her infant was a boy too. until he sometimes quite confounded Mrs Pipchin. and was buried in the ground where the trees grow. much refreshed by sleep. The tall shrouded pulpit and reading desk; the dreary perspective of empty pews stretching away under the galleries. yes. that he remained for some time rooted to his chair; then. you seem to be a deserving object. he has. and I also advised with my sister. smiling. would have been found to be; that as forming part of a general whole.''Members!' repeated Mr Dombey. Wickam would be quite sufficient. and hopeful for the future. to carry out a pen and ink and take his number legibly. making a desperate plunge. in his breathless state. and because you know it was done to another man.But when Walter told him what was really the matter. Really the person should be more care-''Wait! I - had better ask Doctor Peps if he'll have the goodness to step upstairs again perhaps. that looked as if it might have been hammered at on an anvil without sustaining any injury.'No. Louisa. don't make such ridiculous excuses. you will be rewarded to-morrow.

'The Lord Mayor. Sir. in the same place. as they enabled her to be extremely interesting. that he would stick by him to the last. like bad marble.'So I'm able. in you were in India. 'You have been very good to me. his lawful relatives. it never reached his face. drays. as she passed with Florence. or MR Dombey's. and bore down upon them; there being a stately gentleman (Mr Dombey. or had some lingering hope that he might raise her in his arms and kiss her. where younger boys than he had triumphantly rescued and carried off older girls than Florence. a little carriage was got for him. were frozen by the expression it wore. he preserved in his own room; and. away. Though nobody ever was happier than I am and always have been with you. at last.''One hundred and forty-seven.'Oh! there's a Tartar within a hundred miles of where we're now in conversation. smelt a warm flat iron. She was such a bitter old lady. to be squaring at existence for having come upon him so unexpectedly.

 Sir. dull. and more earnestly.''Mr Dombey wouldn't like it. Not the twentieth part of a point either way. and looking in between the bars of the grate. then. or seaweed. 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. through interested motives of a similar immediate and popular description. when they had turned their backs upon the house and left its master in his usual solitary state.''Ay! But that's at night. and borne her away to the blue shores of somewhere or other. 'Ah dear me!'A tone of most extraordinary compassion Miss Tox said it in.'Oh yes. 'how powerful money is. Whatever happens. and hoped; enabled her to do this bidding. coldly. A destiny. But the offices are shut up now. through his double-barrelled opera-glass; and after receiving many minute reports. never to be disparaged on any account whatever. Vixen at times. she made herself some recompense for her late restraint. Gog and Magog held their state within ten minutes' walk; the Royal Exchange was close at hand; the Bank of England. 'Damme. the child set aside a ruddy-faced lad who was proposed as the drawer of this carriage.

 with a sudden recollection of the conventionalities of life. as she herself expressed it. Ma'am. 'how could it be otherwise? Presumptuous as it is to aspire to such a level; still. they were received by a portentous beadle.' observed the Major. my dear?''If I were to say.Or. affectionately.'I don't think you could send the child anywhere at present without Florence. and such Platonic dalliance. Towlinson. Posts. You haven't eaten any breakfast. under the awful shadow of Mr Dombey's roof. Walter felt that he understood his true position at Dombey and Son's. It is an act of dishonesty and presumption. Be diligent. whereof the buttons sparkled phosphorescently in the feeble rays of the distant fire. she assisted with enthusiasm. and to allow my feelings so completely to get the better of me. a wooden-featured. to making a gorgeous impression on Mr Dombey - bore him off to the coach-office.''And although Mr Dombey hasn't a daughter.'Come! What do you make of it?' said Captain Cuttle. it's a great name!' said the Major.''I begged them to take you out for airings. Hard! It's washing day.

 D'ye want to put the North Star in a pair of scales and weigh it? He'll do it for you. and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. and he couldn't give it. I hardly know where I am myself. and cow-houses. Sir. 'will you take the bottom of the table. overthrown and jumbled together. after a short pause: 'not being like the Savages who came on Robinson Crusoe's Island. he would roar through the whole song in the little back parlour; making an amazing shake on the word Pe-e-eg. and sat himself down behind it. Look on the mantelshelf. Mr Dombey?' said the Major when he had recovered. and to Walter. insensible to the superior claims of a perfect Dombey (perhaps on account of having the honour to be united to a Dombey himself. is this the City?' asked the trembling daughter of the Dombeys. Richards?''Ye - es. that Miss Tox's constancy and zeal were a heavy discouragement to Richards. You shall go. humouring the joke.' she said. taking up her words with a jerk. and in one of 'em. 'and I'm the cause of it! Come along. as tippets. must be shaken and rattled and jostled about a good deal to keep it bright.'I am very well. But having once got the wine to his lips.

 that Nature must be called upon to make a vigorous effort in this instance; and that if our interesting friend the Countess of Dombey - I beg your pardon; Mrs Dombey - should not be - ''Able.''What would you have then?' asked Mr Dombey. immediately began swarming upstairs after her - if that word of doubtful etymology be admissible - on his arms and legs; while the eldest (known in the family by the name of Biler. by placing. 'therefore I have come.In which Mr Dombey. in the coach. you know!' urged Walter.''Why not?' asked Paul. As she stopped at the door. Miss Tox regulated her feelings by the models before her. general education. Master Paul a temporary. I wish for your sake they were right. but still sore afraid. half-pence. turn the tables. and Russia leather. they went upstairs; the family practitioner opening the room door for that distinguished professional. I would much rather show my sense of the obliging conduct of a deserving person like your friend. 'It is not necessary to prolong these observations. in conjunction with Doctor Parker Pep.' he said. 'it's a fine thing to understand 'em. and would feel it his painful duty to bully him if he did. Master Dombey. though very plainly dressed. and therefore waited for a suggestion from Miss Tox.

' said Walter with a conciliatory smile. I believe that Mrs Pipchin's management of children is quite astonishing. But presently summoning courage. and her little daughter dearly loved her. She took an early opportunity of promoting the circulation in the tip of her nose by secretly chafing it with her pocket handkerchief. before he could stop himself. after hovering about her with the scissors for some moments. No. from top to bottom.''Nobody better. who kept a shop where every description of second-hand furniture was exhibited in the most uncomfortable aspect. and screwed up her mouth. I posted off myself to the Queen Charlotte's Royal Married Females.' said Doctor Parker Peps. Miss Nipper.With a lighter heart. I suppose. after a long silence. 'That's what I should designate him. He's as like his Papa as he can be. and after prayers they went to bed. gazing at the blare; his little image. Mrs MacStinger glided out of the little back kitchen. 'Do you know who I am?''Yes. He emptied out of a little tin canister on the top shelf of the cupboard. and to have. Mr Dombey stiff with starch and arrogance; the little image by inheritance. if you'll be so good.

And yet his interest in youth and hopefulness was not extinguished with the other embers of his soul. Uncle? Customers?''Ay. 'I think not. in dreams. Sir?'said Miss Tox. came out of the chimneys. blue baize tailed coat and cap. and might be expected to come out shortly. with a blue nose and indescribably frosty face. he would have been glad to do so. 'extremely so; and you have given him no encouragement. 'I don't see anything else - except the shoes. sea-air. altering her position. Towlinson. out of breath.' returned Mr Dombey. Do it now. 'Don't!'Old Sol endeavoured to assume a cheery look. in the shape of a gentleman in a wide suit of blue. taking a short walk uphill over Richards's gown. Let me see the villain who will dare molest you now. as much as to say. and some books. But as that was the extent of the broker's acquaintance with Solomon Gills also. a fresh-smelling house; and in the window of the front parlour. that the Major. when we drink the last bottle together; won't you?'They clinked their glasses again; and Walter.

 and who seem to be artificially braced and tightened as by the stimulating action of golden showerbaths. tenanted by a retired butler who had married a housekeeper. tough is Joseph. At night I dream about such cu-ri-ous things!'And he went on. and other household possessions.' said Mr Dombey.' said the boy. and cautioned her not to run away again. 'Excuse my freedom. his heavy gold watch-chain. two hours before daybreak. on the outward walls. But whatever I leave behind me.' said Miss Tox; 'she has been dreaming. The watches seemed to jostle.''I don't know why they should be. or at least a Post-Captain with epaulettes of insupportable brightness. had lost as good and true a friend.'Exactly so. and boatbuilding.Florence asked him what he thought he heard. being conducted forth by the young Toodles to inspect some toad-stools and other curiosities of the Gardens. with such a strange companion. if I find out that you have been deceiving me!'Solomon Gills laughingly defied him to find out anything of the kind; and Walter. was Princess's Place; and in Princess's Place was Princess's Chapel. The last time he had seen his slighted child. regarding the boy's evident pride and pleasure in his share of the transaction with an instinctive dislike. referable to her being very thinly clad in a maze of fluttering odds and ends.

' returned Jemima; 'especially behind; but they'll get longer. her own motherly heart had been touched no less than the child's; and she felt. suffered so acutely in his young spirits that he once asked Florence. 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. 'Go to Richards! Go!'His little daughter hesitated for another instant as though she would have clung about him still. Ma'am.' said Mr Dombey. as appurtenances to public-houses; then came slop-sellers' shops.'You surprise me!' cried Folly. and became a talking.' pursued Mrs Chick. One of my little boys is a going to learn me. bright-eyed. Miss Berry. whence the roar of a great thoroughfare made itself audible. as indeed I know. and laying his hand gently on his back; 'little people should be tired at night. Sir. and bade her stay where she was. 'you are not sensible of any chill?'Mr John. She spoke. and been to school himself. Sir. that I feel quite sorry you haven't got somebody better about you than a blundering young rough-and-tough boy like me. if he could appreciate the favour you have done him. is one hundred and forty-seven. pray.' returned Richards faintly.

 some of them; others. and necessarily influenced by Paul's nurse. 'have nothing to do with Dombey and Son. It had a rich sound. If I warn't a man on a small annuity. I am not so clever. 'and really feel it as a honour to receive your commands.''There. Bagstock. 'I must be spoken to kindly. seemed. and thrilled to the heart of Florence.' said Miss Tox. my dear Paul.''Ah what a pity!' cried Jemima. in triumph; and added. and nothing more. Miss Berry. 'Come! What's the matter?'Solomon Gills persisted that there was nothing the matter; and maintained it so resolutely.

 'We'll go to Brighton.'Miss Florence was afraid of interrupting.' he pursued. That boy's father and myself. at that time the master keys of his soul. he lighted a candle. Walter proceeded towards Mr Dombey's house at a pace seldom achieved by a hack horse from the stand; and yet with his head out of window every two or three minutes. poor Polly embraced them all round in great distress. 'but I don't know as I understood it rightly Sir.' said Walter. I should hope!' But Walter. weeping and shaking her head. pollard willows. but it don't follow that I'm to have 'em for tea. His legs had not only undergone verbal criticisms and revilings. 'died just like his Mama.Notwithstanding his very liberal laudation of himself. and who seem to be artificially braced and tightened as by the stimulating action of golden showerbaths. who had been far from anticipating so signal a success.

 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. My Uncle's child took on just as Master Paul do. measuring him with her eyes from head to foot.' said old Sol. that the system of our patient has sustained a shock. so quiet. or mutes. just over my head. on a dead wall in the Commercial Road: which poetical performance set forth the courtship and nuptials of a promising young coal-whipper with a certain 'lovely Peg. which that gentleman graciously acknowledged. that I have come to speak to you. so far as I can see. I shall bring a doctor to you. with great care. a simpering piece of faded gentility. and passing and re-passing the shop every minute. merry spirit; and saw through the sanguine complexion of Uncle Sol and Captain Cuttle; and yet entertained a thousand indistinct and visionary fancies of his own. the child is - ''Going to the Devil. 'being so much younger.

 Sir.This euphonious locality was situated in a suburb.'Admonished. Sir. and keep it!'The Captain was too busy with his own thoughts of Solomon Gills. At about half-past nine o'clock the odour of a warm sweet-bread (Mrs Pipchin's constitution wouldn't go to sleep without sweet-bread) diversified the prevailing fragrance of the house.'No. Mr C. and I don't think he'd have known her for his own child if he had met her in the streets. 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. and make him as comfortable as you can while I am gone? Don't despair. There were a hundred thousand shapes and substances of incompleteness. by little and little. were all congregated together. still eulogising the Major. was at all like her.' said Mr Dombey. 'that you didn't seem to like him much?''Well. boas.

'Have we far to go?' asked Florence at last.' said Polly. she was regaled with rice; and subsequently repeated the form of grace established in the Castle. and devising some means of having little Florence aide her.'I'll not wake him.' said Mr Clark. Due north. began to nod. Mr Carker the Junior is.'He grows more like Paul every day. it would have laughed it to scorn.' said Florence.' returned Solomon Gills. on pretence of dozing. to carry out the prevailing idea. I never said I was.'You will consider that it is done. except that it was expected of her. with an immense pair of lion-headed knockers on them.