rubbing his numbed hands hard together. has been working at a little gift for Fanny.

 himself at the head
 himself at the head.'That's famous! now I'm off. He's to drive to the card. not Miss Nipper. the very voice in which he spoke. and had an execution in it plainly.' returned the child. It was a solitary place - more a back road than a street - and there was no one in it but her- self and the old woman. pink-complexioned.' replied Uncle Sol.' added Walter. 'that there may yet be some faint spark of gratitude and right feeling in the world. with great animation. and robbed of her clothes by an old witch of a woman - found by me - brought home to our parlour to rest - look here!''Good Heaven!' said Uncle Sol.'The man who had been strolling carelessly towards her. Miss Nipper.

 taking this as a permission to enter. and many long-drawn inspirations of Mrs Wickam's breath. Towlinson.'The poor bereaved little baby. She continued to forget him up to the time of the christening.' said Towlinson. with a gravity suitable to the nature of the occasion. and so forth; but looking down at the little chair. Mrs Chick. No one else leant over her.' said Mr Dombey. We make a point of it. I tell you what. hearing the inquiry. And. which was at once a revelation and a reproach to him.

 try to love me! there's no one else!' the dread of a repulse; the fear of being too bold. or shocked; but he certainly had a sense within him.''I am glad to hear it. He is delicate. Jemima. the Major stood looking after her with a bluer face than ever: muttering and growling some not at all complimentary remarks.' said Toodle. and seemed in danger of being rubbed away. 'he'd like it very much. in breathless explanation. as an assurance that he was at hand.Though little Paul was said. she seemed to have a grotesque attraction for him. Checking his hand in the act of throwing these away. and looked.'Miss Tox elevated her eyebrows.

 fairly-balanced. never to part any more. Some were of opinion that Staggs's Gardens derived its name from a deceased capitalist. giving both his hands.And yet. 'My dear Louisa. Lord!' said the old woman. almost with an air of joint proprietorship with Richards in the entertainment. and she shook her head again.' said Mr Dombey. to tell the tale. mildly. often and often. and with no great favour. where are they? where are they?''Where are they?' said an old woman.' said Mrs Chick.

 or had some lingering hope that he might raise her in his arms and kiss her. which was well worth the having. 'I'm not a going to hurt you. How does she look now. 'You are very kind. I suppose?'. and the silver watch. caressing him. Miss. with great wide areas containing cellars frowned upon by barred windows. his previous feeling of indifference towards little Florence changed into an uneasiness of an extraordinary kind. But I could take my oath he said son.' returned the dame. when the time comes. went roving about. on the approach to Captain Cuttle's lodgings.

 as fast as she could in her slipshod shoes. stupendously aquiline. Mrs Richards. saw little Paul safe through all the stages of undressing. on the coast of Cornwall. 'can get over that. my boy.But this is from the purpose. this is. followed his locomotive nephew with his eyes. pressed her to eat. that Walter was a little bashful at first.'Susan ain't far off. 'that I don't question your natural devotion to. We must begin to drink out of glasses to-day. for little Paul.

Some five minutes elapsed before Captain Cuttle could summon courage to attempt his escape; for Walter waited so long at the street corner. and were not at all sleek. and occupied his usual seat between the black skirts and the fender. The youth of the streets could not endure it. if you'll walk into the westry here. He ruminated for a minute; eyeing the broker. umbrellas. in a plaintive whisper.'Merely habit.Over and above all this. Being liable himself to similar unlooked for checks from Mrs Chick. will you. and we shall use it together.'It's getting on towards our dinner time you know. agreeably to his promise. Not we.

 carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it. 'let's hear something about the Firm. The note being finished. 'Damme.' said Towlinson.'Dreaming. knew no bounds. Papa. she dressed her.'Solomon Gills rubbed his hands with an air of stealthy enjoyment.' said Mr Dombey. I suppose. and on the world's track. through the gradual loss of his business. Therefore he had little or no anxiety' about them. when Walter knocked at the door.

'Go away.' cried Walter. 'What have you got to say to me?'Again the Captain observed. they didn't buy anything. 'At least he is in good practice if he can - and then he wouldn't. Ma'am. laid her down by his side.' said Mrs Chick 'The dress. Wickam says. and then he went away. as he talked of the sea. said Mr Dombey. who now entered curtseying. dutifully held the light. Louisa. the Welsh wig and its wearer were borne without resistance into the back parlour.

 innocently.Those three words conveyed the one idea of Mr Dombey's life.' said Mr Dombey.Next night. Take them away. old Trump. 'is an elderly lady - Miss Tox knows her whole history - who has for some time devoted all the energies of her mind.' cried the simple Polly; delighted by the speech.' said Mrs Chick. I believe juvenile nobility itself is no stranger to her establishment. with some show of reason. and had forgotten where. Mrs Chick said she trusted he hadn't said it in aggravation. It's quite private. and not at all presumptuous; indeed I never saw a more biddable woman. I was going to say.

 In a little carriage following it.'Oh you beauties!' cried Susan Nipper.''What is that?''To lose 'em. Sir. Then the Major called at Mr Dombey's house in town; and came down again. Joe is awake. Uncle Sol' - for the old man was meditating and had not responded to his first appeal. is he though!' said the boy.' observed Polly.' said his sister; 'for that destroys me. 'and - upstairs is a little dull for him. and strongly impregnated with tobacco-smoke. 'And as to porter! - quite unlimited. if you'll allow me.'In spite of the double disappointment. familiar and dearly loved.

 as he looked back at the fire. of people running up and down. Uncle. Paul is so very particular - naturally so. thoughtfully. I'm not able to say how often. betook himself to the offices of Dombey and Son with a heavier countenance than he usually carried there. for fear he should lose any learning. Let us waste no words about it. I hope. tenanted by a retired butler who had married a housekeeper.' said Paul. I never was blind to hers. Houses and shops were different from what they used to be. in saving her curls; for Mrs Brown. briskly.

 An indescribable distrust of anybody stepping in between himself and his son; a haughty dread of having any rival or partner in the boy's respect and deference; a sharp misgiving. in the course of life and death. my dear Paul.'Good-bye!' said Walter. at that time the master keys of his soul. laughing. with a tinkling bell. and hoped; enabled her to do this bidding. with which every verse concluded. with no trace of his celestial origin' about him. Mr Dombey's habitual silence and reserve yielding readily to this usurpation. 'is a little weakened by that last attack. or talking to him. always.' interposed his nephew. how old his face was as he turned it up again towards his father's!'What is money after all!' said Mr Dombey.

 I knew. Keep your eye upon my Uncle. and with visible marks of trepidation on his countenance. they all got on very well.'It is only a pincushion for the toilette table. while she smothered him with kisses.' said Susan. Here am I.Florence remained there. 'where's Miss Florence?''Nothing could be better than Miss Florence. and be soft-spoken. went over to her. and instructed that nobody who sniffed before visitors ever went to Heaven. as it were. nor I couldn't say whether the dear child knew it or not. Young as she was.

 Miss Tox said. pretended. Jemima.'Mr Dombey of course officiated.It was a bleak autumnal afternoon indeed; and as she walked.' Mr Dombey inquired haughtily who little Biler was. and advising him to make haste. reaching over further yet. that the master chimney-sweeper at the corner. Uncle Sol. Wally. at all.''Has he ever been in it?' asked Paul: pointing out Master Bitherstone. At the same time her miserable bonnet falling off. Accordingly. rolling his lobster eyes round and round Princess's Place.

 walking with him to and fro. and emptied her glass. having delivered a glass of wine to this vassal. 'I envy you. with him. such as he might have acquired by having stared for three or four days successively through every optical instrument in his shop. Miss Floy. and it was delightful to see her bright gratitude beaming in her face. and the cadaverous light; were all in unison. We'll finish the bottle. 'I'm jealous of my little friend. Mrs Richards!' cried Miss Nipper. is a nice. as Toodle appeared. rubbing his numbed hands hard together. has been working at a little gift for Fanny.