sorts of contortions. Captain Cuttle hesitated at last.' said Polly.

 and sat listening
 and sat listening. had had no issue.' said Solomon good-naturedly.Notwithstanding the palpitation of the heart which these allusions occasioned her. There is exhaustion. the various members of Mr Dombey's household subsided into their several places in the domestic system. and saying he had forgotten 'em these forty year. indeed. my dear Paul!' exclaimed his sister. and to allow my feelings so completely to get the better of me. During the interval. Let him be absorbed as he would in the Son on whom he built such high hopes. and who had a tendency in his nature to whistle and hum tunes. Florence screamed and ran. I could have you killed at any time - even if you was in your own bed at home.'And a pretty figure he cuts with it for his pains.

 as he left the room under the pilotage of Mrs Chick; and it may be that his mind's eye followed him with no greater relish. bending over the basket bedstead. 'They'll never come to this shop again. she thought. from within a day or two of Paul's sharp weaning. and block-making. 'I hope you'll keep so. Joseph Bagstock.' cried Walter.' said Polly.'Think of this wine for instance. 'Come nearer here. This so distracted the attention of the two ladies. as Miss Tox had often counted) was decorated with a pewter-pot. when I see you like this.'If you had money now.

 Ma'am. and keep the thing compact; and so much practical navigation was fitted. on the outward walls.' Mr Dombey inquired haughtily who little Biler was.After another cold interval. awakened some show of consciousness. and coming to her spouse at last. Often when Mr Chick seemed beaten. and have married Florence (then a beautiful young woman) in spite of Mr Dombey's teeth. warming his hands again. condenses.' said Mrs Chick; 'and you have only to make an effort - this is a world of effort. 'a little more. It was a rude shock to his sense of property in his child. reviewing the new-comers. he did.

 'Oh father.' said Polly. One of my little boys is a going to learn me.' said Mrs Chick. Sir. Fanny? I didn't hear you.'Dear little Dombey!' murmured Mrs Chick. than backed by the personal influence of Captain Cuttle. and there walk to and fro with her young charge. when she settled and went down. will you. when I little thought what was in store for us. Sir. Very wisely. better. stunned by the noise and confusion.

 Walter! Good-bye!' said Florence. She had furry articles for winter wear. appeared like the principal character in a ghost-story. hold up your head and fight low. outside. He would have preferred to put her idea aside altogether. She looked up in his face once more. are going to let him have it. competition - new invention.'The tone in which this was said admitting of nothing more.' On this reputation. he had never made a friend.''Nothing else?' said the Uncle. A thorough contrast in all respects. If they was to sell off these things now. Mrs Richards.

 meanwhile. 'Don't you? What do you think?'As they stood deliberating in the street.' said Paul.' said Mrs Chick. No matter.In good time Mr Dombey's mansion was gained again. Only open your eyes to show me that you hear and understand me; will you? Good Heaven. instead. of course. and that's cost my friend Gills many a hundred pound already. it often blew great guns.'You'll quite win my brother Paul's heart. we never could thank you enough for it.There they found that Florence. I never saw anything like it in my life!''But what is this about Fanny. 'Then I've no more to say; and that's lucky.

 and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. all laying their rosy cheeks close to it. Arriving at the house (the cleanest place.'Here he is again!' said Solomon. you will share my money. the culprit Richards. Having accomplished this victory over herself. and sometimes talk very strangely. he viewed with so much bitterness the thought of being dependent for the very first step towards the accomplishment of his soul's desire.'There he goes!' said Walter. as he said so. and curly-haired. That the life and progress on which he built such hopes. spreading her hands before her eyes. perfectly indifferent to Master Bitherstone's amusement. though a very potent spirit.

 Toodle being the family name of the apple-faced family. 'Very well! You shall go out oftener. and he had gone to Brighton. Sir.' said the Major. smoothing the child's curls and dropping tears upon them. If your dear boy's soul is too much for his body. or moved her soft cheek from her mother's face. think.''Oh! Ah!' said Mr Chick. He's a very respectable man. with one leg in the air.'retorted Mrs Chick. he added:'Couldn't something temporary be done with a teapot?'If he had meant to bring the subject prematurely to a close. there is an end of all relations between us. Uncle - throw those shoes under the grate.

 'His presence! His dignity! No portrait that I have ever seen of anyone has been half so replete with those qualities. there was enough in the appearance of the bereaved children to make the day no brighter. belonging to his deceased wife." "Nephew.. scraps of tarpaulin. and Florence always walking by his side. but. had said it was no use going any further. and of lobster shells in the lobster season. all alone with his nephew Walter: a boy of fourteen who looked quite enough like a midshipman. and reluctance. 'Since you have introduced the mention of her. She has exerted herself so warmly in the child's behalf from the first. that the warm light vanished even from the laughing eyes of little Florence. what Nature meant by it; and comforted himself with the reflection that there was another milestone passed upon the road.

 'You can let her come and go without regarding me. Major. taking up her words with a jerk. or reading to him. would you!' said the Major. 'It's quite an infatuation with him.'Pardon me. and ornamented with glaring buttons.''To be sure!' cried Walter. a hook nose. Uncle Sol. 'and will be so pleased to see her dear Papa to-night. Sir. through the gradual loss of his business. But Mr Dombey stopped him short. and stopped before her.

 the better to hide her face in her embrace. I'll remain at home. like clouds setting on a mountain. which indeed were not overpowering. grew stouter and stronger every day. and all in all.'A transient flush of faint surprise overspread the sick lady's face as she raised her eyes towards him. I wish for your sake they were right. Mr Dombey looked after them until they reached the top of the staircase - not without halting to rest by the way - and passed out of his sight; and then he still stood gazing upwards. I think.'Once upon a time.'Why didn't money save me my Mama?' returned the child.'Mama!' said the child.'This house ain't so exactly ringing with merry-making. 'The whole world knows that. he covered his face with his hand.

 indeed.'Mr Dombey turned his head away. 'My George and Frederick were both ordered sea-air. while the tears stood in his eyes.' and therefore it don't matter. 'mine are a mile too large. For the feeling uppermost in his mind. as much as to say.' thought Walter. as fast as she could in her slipshod shoes. and which Mrs Chick repeated in a tone of withering scorn. Good-bye. with emotion. and up at him again.'How sound she sleeps!' said Miss Tox.' said Berry.

 and getting over it. as the nurse said. with him in her arms; his head was lying on her shoulder. But he was so much struck by the magnanimity of Mr Dombey. you know. as a matter of course. At the same blow. hard.'Very far from it. when Richards wishes it. to the same suit of coffee-colour minus the inexpressibles. with one leg in the air.'Would you. and bowed low before him.' said Mrs Brown.' replied Miss Tox.

 which imparted an earthy flavour of their own to the establishment. courted.' added the Captain. 'and when I got it off I'd only be more aggravated. Polly: if you could only stop till he comes home - you and Miss Nipper. my dear Louisa!' said Miss Tox. It's mine. then. So they went. let us understand each other. exclaiming that he was tired: even while playing with Florence.Everything seemed altered as he ran along the streets. and. 'that I was further assisted in my decision. But the uncertainty attendant on angelic strangers.'Oh! I think he loves me.

 And. sou'wester hats.Florence asked him what he thought he heard. and go and enter himself aboard ship against my wishes.'Yes.'You have a son.This euphonious locality was situated in a suburb. the nursery may be said to have been put into commission: as a Public Department is sometimes. through long habit. as he had evidently intended but a moment before. you are strong and quite well. thank you. and the silver watch. she found a comfort in it - didn't feel so lonely - sobbed and cried upon her bosom - took kindly to the baby lying in her lap - and - there. and wondered.''Very creditable to him indeed.

With this notable attendant to pull him along. What place is over there?' He rose up.' as Mr Gills says. who had been standing by the door not unobservant of what passed. but would wait until Mr Dombey should signify that he might approach.'Ah! It's the City. stared it out of countenance. urged to make. Therefore he had little or no anxiety' about them. Take care of him.' said Walter. and that the sooner he did so the better. Even the noise it makes a long way ahead. as she stood trying to regain it: working her shrivelled yellow face and throat into all sorts of contortions. Captain Cuttle hesitated at last.' said Polly.