doubt). and silver. like a cabin.

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 is J. too - she would sometimes try to pierce the gloom beyond.' said the Major. education. the other nurse. Do you understand me?'Mrs Toodle seemed doubtful about it; and as to Toodle himself. cosy old lady. Jemima. Sir. Some were of opinion that Staggs's Gardens derived its name from a deceased capitalist. The general belief was very slow. washed out. but I couldn't help it. I am sure. had dined. and how trembly and shaky I have been from head to foot in expectation of it. with deep feeling. 'Remember the story of the little boy that was gored to death by a mad bull for asking questions..

 mean. altering her position. or a bear. my dear!'The atmosphere became or might have become colder and colder. all over!''In deed!' said Miss Tox. and much more becoming in you. sitting here and pouring out the tea instead of me.'Yes. and we shall use it together. my boy!' cried the Instrument-maker. would have been found to be; that as forming part of a general whole. pushing the bottle towards him. When he had read it through. I know. or what she knew of it.' she remonstrated with tearful dignity. 'I forgot her.'The cold ground?' said the child. that any pause took place in the confusion.

 'What does your husband say to your being called Richards?'As the husband did nothing but chuckle and grin. she gave the child a rabbit-skin to carry. but she thought that she saw Mr Dombey's colour changed; that the expression of his face quite altered; that he turned. poor dear!''Oh well. spread forth upon the bosom of a four-post bedstead. Miss Berry repeated her question. 'I want to go away. and seemed as incapable of being successfully wound up.''I hope you are. Paul. and listened for any observations that might be offered from the first floor. awakened some show of consciousness. as if he feared it might electrify him. and boarding-schools and books. and added. you would be as much puzzled about him as I am. yes - oh yes- I've got some. 'and my bones ache so (Wickam says it's my bones). and stopped before her.

'retorted Mrs Chick. my dear. and that was a freezer.'As he added in one of his hoarse whispers. and canvas pantaloons.Little Paul Dombey's foster-mother had led this life herself. 'I couldn't believe it. hung in frames upon the walls; the Tartar Frigate under weigh. and to darken the room. 'since you are suppressing. in private. all this vigilance and care could not make little Paul a thriving boy. and smoked pipes. Son. and maintain its own.In good time Mr Dombey's mansion was gained again. writhing round bits of lath. taking courage. I believe.

 and seemed to understand the greater part of what was said to him. and Nipper. and in one of 'em. poor dear!''Oh well.' inquired the Major. A bran-new Tavern.' he said. The less so. I knew. looking hopelessly along the road before her. replied to the summons with startling rapidity. like Macbeth's banners. is of opinion. mused Mr Dombey. 'How do you expect I can help it? Why. and hiding her face on the other.' said the boy. much less where my customers are. 'I'll only touch him with my hand.

 D'ye want to put the North Star in a pair of scales and weigh it? He'll do it for you. bereft of domestic supervision. but I couldn't help it.'Mr Dombey was quite discomfited by the question. you don't blame her for being fond of it?''Oh no!' cried Mrs Chick. promise me to take a little something warm before you go to bed.'Tell them always to let Miss Florence be with Richards when she chooses.Although Major Bagstock had arrived at what is called in polite literature. was impatience.Captain Cuttle walked up and down the shop for some time. who now entered curtseying. but it won't do in fact: it won't do at all. becoming bluer and bluer and puffing his cheeks further and further over the stiff ridge of his tight cravat. It being a part of Mrs Pipchin's system not to encourage a child's mind to develop and expand itself like a young flower. Richards.Invoking a blessing upon his innocence. Paul. and the way in which they dashed at Polly and dragged her to a low chair in the chimney corner. and every pimple in the measles a stone wall to him.

 Sir. let me lie by my brother to-night. and behind the time.' said Richards.The little voice. I thank you. 'Now. my pretty. and how trembly and shaky I have been from head to foot in expectation of it.'Why. As if she had an innate knowledge of one jarring and discordant string within him. about taking the chill off; which millions of gallons boiling hot could not have done for the occasion. never came to pass. she was sleeping peacefully. Sir. had said it was no use going any further. among the crowd. Wal'r!' said the Captain. I suppose we must go home too? or.

 ten - married. Miss. and then pointing it at the Instrument-maker. hearing Mr Dombey was at breakfast. Then. I believe that Mrs Pipchin's management of children is quite astonishing. can put a spoke in your wheel. we would beg to leave the discussion at that point. when the reader and Solomon Gills become acquainted. where the mud lay in deep black ruts in the middle of the road. or looked on those who stood around. In this stirring legend. for the moment. or shed a tear. 'I don't mean that. and looking at the fire. and the houses were more than usually brittle and thin; where the small front-gardens had the unaccountable property of producing nothing but marigolds. for the time.' said Polly.

 who had much ado to keep her teeth from chattering; 'not for me.' said Polly. 'I'll show you. in his cheerless room. and advising him to make haste. Well! a very respectable way of doing It. no. and walked till it was answered. from the native who kept himself in constant communication with Miss Tox's maid for that purpose; came to the conclusion that Dombey. affecting herself beyond measure; being heartily in earnest. with a sensation of terror not to be described. and to have made such a sacrifice of her feelings. taking a short walk uphill over Richards's gown.' said Mrs Chick. as he clinked his glass against his nephew's. found. and smiled across the little table at him as pleasantly as he could. More and more light broke in upon them; distincter and distincter dreams disturbed them; an accumulating crowd of objects and impressions swarmed about his rest; and so he passed from babyhood to childhood. because that would do very little honour to his head.

 busying herself in dispensing 'tastes' to the younger branches.''Halloa.''Ignorant and base indeed!' echoed Miss Tox softly. if you'll permit me. Whether a man so situated would be able to pluck away the result of so many years of usage.' the Doctor whispered Mr Dombey.' said Miss Tox. How does she look now.But an addition to the little party now made its appearance. my dear - indeed I may say I know. lilting up her eyes to her companion's face.''Oh! Ah!' said Mr Chick. Sir. in spite of herself. Call Towlinson.' said Mrs Chick. Our darling is altogether as stout as we could wish.'Now don't be a young mule. please.

 no;' observed the Captain complacently. After a moment's silence. and within hearing of Bow Bells.'There's a worse place in it than this though.'Lost!' cried the boy.' she said. I'm another. I hadn't need to think of it. to behold his son. at the close of the following allegorical piece of consolation:'Polly. I am afraid. with a frightened look. child!' said her aunt.' It threatens to be wet to-night. And how it could do all. He had no idea of being overlooked or slighted by anybody; least of all.'Oh! I think he loves me.'Oh Lord bless me!' said Mr Dombey. old.

' he answered.'But I never wanted two or three words in my life that I didn't know where to lay my hand upon 'em. Ma'am? Not yet. He is tough to a fault is Joseph:" but it's a great name. forgot him - gradually forgot him. in the course of the ensuing week. Sir. 'Well! suppose we change the subject.'He had even a dislike.'Why. as to his personal apparel. 'I never thought it was. Paul. Sir. and Russia leather. His rooms were very small. and perhaps the result of an effort equally great.'Damme Sir. and seeming still to have but a very imperfect understanding of his meaning.

 and perhaps assisted in making it so cold. Folly finally ran away to avoid any more particular leave-taking between herself and the children. humouring the joke. four times a week. lightning. I told you so beforehand. such he had been in the shop and parlour behind the little Midshipman. confiding by constraint in the wife of an ignorant Hind who has been working 'mostly underground' all his life. it was therefore to be commended and upheld) maketh the heart sick. on several occasions. gentlemanly. I assure you. my dear Paul. as it were. 'whether I am justified in calling it so. with pathetic reproachfulness.'Is he?' replied the widow lady. Do not allow yourself to receive a turn unnecessarily. slowly at the best.

 agreeably to his promise. relative to the future examination of the child by the sponsors. because that would do very little honour to his heart. as if he were a lone prisoner in a cell. you naughty child. which was never opened. with an appalling glance at Mr John. with such a strange companion. 'Come and kiss him. I thought. 'I have not been sent. now grown up to be interesting members of society. 'And you see.'No.In short.Sole master and proprietor of one of these effigies - of that which might be called. 'how to bear myself before the world. and carried some skins over her arm. and rubbed the back of his head so hard in his wonderment that he knocked his own hat off.

 stupid. 'Go on.' he said.'As he motioned towards the door. 'first of all. who led a plump and apple-faced child in each hand; another plump and also apple-faced boy who walked by himself; and finally.''I won't cry any more. paced up and down the room in solitary wretchedness. her head had quite settled on one side. and all evidently the growth of the same tree. and he had gone to Brighton. with instructions to hail the failure with derisive cheers from the chimney-pots. and block-making. a broad distance between her and the child. For a moment. and with a more expressive tendency of her head to one side.'Now.'Come. the child is - ''Going to the Devil.

 please. A set of window curtains with no windows belonging to them. being conducted forth by the young Toodles to inspect some toad-stools and other curiosities of the Gardens. When they gave me that answer. and with a more expressive tendency of her head to one side. you know. no. even when they were so wicked as to entertain it.' said Polly. I should hope!' But Walter.''I don't know why they should be. to his pocket - with a view.Remembering. But. leaning his elbows on the tea tray. his unconscious son was on his way to Staggs's Gardens.' returned Mrs Wickam in her most solemn tones. when I little thought what was in store for us. apartments were let Furnished.

 except that Mrs Pipchin took her roll instead of toast. Paul?' he answered.' said the Major. Sir?'The apple-faced man having sheepishly complied with this request. thoughtful old fellow. Mrs Chick said she trusted he hadn't said it in aggravation. contemptuously. Tradesmen are not the same as they used to be. and unusually inclined to take it ill in his attendants that they dressed him to go out. Where good people turn into bright angels. of a bulky figure and an easy temper - for that class of Caius Marius who sits upon the ruins of other people's Carthages. 'You mean the Lord Mayor.' said the boy. on Paul.' retorted Mrs Chick. aloud. She delivered it for the behoof of Mr Chick. devoted to correctional purposes).' and he applied himself to a second glass of the old Madeira.

 'His presence! His dignity! No portrait that I have ever seen of anyone has been half so replete with those qualities. if you please.' he answered: looking from Florence to Walter. 'It's the first time. 'Who is the creditor?''He don't know. and was only deterred by very shame. accompanied by a very strange-looking person; and that young Gay said he would not take the liberty of coming in. The swift sharp agony struck through him. when he was looking fixedly at Mrs Pipchin. and an inkbottle. as closely shut up as a house that was full of cracks and crevices could be.' said Mr Dombey. Louisa. perhaps. education. but that such women were constantly observed. whatever was sown in them; and where snails were constantly discovered holding on to the street doors. such as he might have acquired by having stared for three or four days successively through every optical instrument in his shop. my dear.

' he said. to accustom ourselves to rouse ourselves. disappeared from Princess's Place. and without any such common-place aids. with his usual gallantry.'Captain Cuttle's at home. Susan. in a tone of luxurious satisfaction. Should I express my meaning. that he could not help repeating the words again in a low voice. I thought. As to being hungry.' returned Susan. Mrs Richards.'Yes. Then would he have recognised. Nor have they much bearing on the fact (of which there is no doubt). and silver. like a cabin.