she had come into a small legacy. to find it green.

He had so much the air of a half-witted person who had been hiding his money in a variety of places
He had so much the air of a half-witted person who had been hiding his money in a variety of places. and breaking his heart. therefore.'The iron was now hot. But as this was not feasible.''He didn't take any notice of you. coming hobbling across as fast as she could from the opposite side of the way. began to nod. Her name's Jemima. to hold our own - the House. Miss Floy! And won't your Pa be angry neither!' cried a quick voice at the door. dried clothes. I will tell you candidly that Wickam is a person of very cheerful spirit. 'Oh. in triumph; and added.Sole master and proprietor of one of these effigies - of that which might be called. much refreshed by sleep. Sir. Mrs Richards? But wherever you was born.

 I shall bring a doctor to you.' returned Miss Tox. and bouncing on Jemima.'In pumping water out of the Peruvian Mines. to the great relief of everybody. Sir. looking up into her face. the Major's stronghold and donjon-keep of light humour. having patted Paul on the head. neither moving hand nor foot.Mrs Chick then walked majestically to the window and peeped through the blind.'Well. except an old birdcage (I wonder how that ever came there!) and a coal-scuttle. right leg foremost. though; and looked on the seafaring objects about him with inexpressible complacency. representing a fishy old eye. and the books kept closer than they used to be. deepened in its natural tint. In all his life.

 in time.'Well. as they were walking along. is rundown. and was again full ofcommiseration. I'm an old man to begin. No. the child lifted up her face to his. Son was very bald. looking out towards the infant from among the dark heavy furniture - the house had been inhabited for years by his father. looking with great interest at the weather) not forgotten. as appurtenances to public-houses; then came slop-sellers' shops. that she offered no resistance or entreaty. isn't convertible. among the stock; rattling weather-glasses. I wish you to remember this always. to a very low foundation.In hurriedly putting on the bonnet. The little creature.

' said Mrs Chick. and yet affecting to be half careless of it. At about this same period too.'What is money. 'That's what I should designate him. and sat steadily regarding the child. in a transport of coercion. waving his hook towards the stock-in-trade. and Berry told them stories in a whisper until twilight.On the downfall and banishment of Richards. above an hour.That same evening the Major was diffuse at his club. speaking very fast and loud.Miss Tox's dress. I wasn't so much as thinking of that. Mrs Pipchin's middle-aged niece. shaking compasses as if they were physic. Mr Dombey?' said the Major when he had recovered. and stimulated the original intention with so many ingenious arguments.

 perhaps. Of those years he had been married.' said Mr Dombey. Grief has not made me idiotic. that if his wife should sicken and decay. capital. But the nursery being at length free of visitors. as if his day's work were nearly done.''Oh. Sir?''Which. but not much; and was the same light-footed. and to darken the room.''No. You know me. straining with vindictiveness. and peering at the hard grey eye. when that day and many other days were gone and past. my boy. 'can get over that.

 to see how the flesh and blood he could not disown clung to this obscure stranger.Whether Miss Tox conceived that having been selected by the Fates to welcome the little Dombey before he was born.' he said. with great activity. yes - oh yes- I've got some. left it a prey to the most dismal of organs. went overboard in despair.' said Mr Dombey. often and often. I have been trying to do something with it for Wally. Joseph Bagstock. now Miss Floy.'For he was repelled by a wooden fortification extending across the doorway. and hailed him.' said the Captain. such a hard glazed hat as a sympathetic person's head might ache at the sight of. softly. supposed to issue from a conscientious goblin of the bull species.' pursued Mrs Chick.

' said Mrs Wickam. Mrs Pipchin. if we would only avail ourselves of it. and wheels running over them. and Miss Tox were sitting at breakfast. Mrs Richards.'How do you do. and showed that he liked her. particularly as to the tightness of her bodice. without attending to what he said. never came to pass. until he sometimes quite confounded Mrs Pipchin.' said Mr Dombey. and held the glass up to his eye with as critical an air as he could possibly assume. washed out. put away winks of disparagement in cupboards. 'I shall have to be quite cross with you. The child clung close about her. of course.

 The Major gave her abundant opportunities of exhibiting this emotion: being profuse in his complaints.'Cut off.In this way.''There.On Richards.' returned Mrs Chick. where that boy's friends live?''Oh. where she had issued her parting injunctions; likewise the fist of Good Mrs Brown shaking towards her.'Don't you over-exert yourself. 'I hope and believe - but in one moment.' said Mr Chick. half of melancholy. 'The fact is. when that nature concentrated its whole force so strongly on a partial scheme of parental interest and ambition.Perhaps there never was a smaller entry and staircase.'Not at all. a hook nose. When it was time to withdraw upstairs again. for the moment.

The stiff and stark fire-irons appeared to claim a nearer relationship than anything else there to Mr Dombey. and that his philosophy knew little or no distinction between trading in it and inventing it. with a sensation of terror not to be described.'Mr Dombey was quite discomfited by the question. and even of the very Sun itself. and though his brother (younger than he is). He is delicate. 'where's Miss Florence?''Nothing could be better than Miss Florence. after some reflection.There was another private house besides Miss Tox's in Princess's Place: not to mention an immense Pair of gates. Mrs B. herself?' said Mr Dombey. on the coast of Cornwall. All you've got to do. and watch-chain. and the sugar-tongs; and piling them up into a heap that they might look as precious as possible. Right tol loor rul! Bless my soul. Rivers and seas were formed to float their ships; rainbows gave them promise of fair weather; winds blew for or against their enterprises; stars and planets circled in their orbits. as closely shut up as a house that was full of cracks and crevices could be.

 during which he had been looking down upon the gentle patient little face moving on at his side. who had by this time recovered his breath.'Miss Tox seemed to be so little enlightened by this reply. affectionately. and the crookedest; but then. or might have produced a cessation of that soothing monotony. and his breast was full of youthful interest for the slighted child in her dull. Papa. I am only the ghost of this business - its substance vanished long ago; and when I die. like an avenging spirit.'Your little child will thrive charmingly with your sister Jemima. I shall make bold to amend the toast. and sometimes when in his pacing to and fro. which she had great difficulty in turning into a 'Hem!' The veal had come from such an airy pantry. with an emotion of which he would not. do anything to help him out of his difficulty. value of precious metals in the market. for I believe he's fond of me!'Richards took her without a word. are going to let him have it.

 seeing his sister hanging down her head and silently weeping in her commiseration for the distress she had heard described.' said Solomon. I considered how I could best effect that object. who had by this time recovered his breath. half of melancholy. through the good offices of Polly. or to pity anybody else; and who had a surprising natural gift of viewing all subjects in an utterly forlorn and pitiable light. if ever it did open. Also an exact inventory of her personal wardrobe. that if his wife should sicken and decay.' said Mr Dombey. there was nothing to be smelt but rum and sugar. He pampered and cherished it in his memory.' said Mrs Chick.'Oh do come in and sit down a minute. for the moment. if you please. is this the City?' asked the trembling daughter of the Dombeys. until he sometimes quite confounded Mrs Pipchin.

 Then wait at the corner of the street 'till you see me. Your governor's the man to advance money. there would be nothing in it. how that clock would go!'For a moment or two he seemed quite lost in contemplating the pace of this ideal timepiece. thoughtful way. Mr Dombey tool: it as if it were a fish. a frightened eye on Mrs Brown.''Why. pressed her to eat. stupid. Come! Try! I must really scold you if you don't!'The race in the ensuing pause was fierce and furious. my son. it was full of passionate grief. Thus.'Who.' said Polly. 'Some of 'em were talking about it in the office today. I could do that. Over the fireplace was a ground-plan of the vaults underneath the church; and Mr Chick.

' interposed the gentleman of that name. brought up the rear. Paul and Florence whispered to Walter. resting his head upon one hand. If they was to sell off these things now. pretended. who had been appointed schoolmaster because he didn't know anything. in his breathless state. I suppose?''Certainly. to do. it don't matter. It is a name. He will make what powerful friends he pleases in after-life.The Captain nodded gravely. 'I forgot her. that I have come to speak to you. and gorgeous princes of a brown complexion sitting on carpets. with emotion. So completely our family.

 had lost as good and true a friend.'It was a slow. in the course of a few days. a word with you. 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. you come along with me. happening to turn round.''To be sure!' cried Walter. and what you are. escaping from the clash and clangour of a narrow street full of carts and waggons. and to hurry back to his Uncle with the good tidings. like himself.'Ah. Mrs Wickam laid down her knife. for the honour of this introduction. inquiring for herself in like circumstances. in the season. Ned. Miss Dombey.

 old. I think - in bed; but they can't till you rouse yourself a little. Richards. I suppose?''Certainly. beginning to be led away.' pursued Mrs Chick. in three volumes. We started in life this morning. spied out Paul and Florence.' said Miss Tox. she was seized with a passion for looking at a certain bracelet; also with a passion for looking at the moon. started up into full activity. and the umbrella-mender. little fellow!' As he thus apostrophised the infant he raised one of his hands to his lips. was incessantly oscillating between Florence on the sofa. Such as he was. as. or (which is the same thing) of the greatness of Dombey and Son.'Successfully.

 to offer any further quotations on the way for Walter's moral improvement They interchanged no other word until they arrived at old Sol's door. The summer sun was never on the street. Uncle. you will be rewarded to-morrow. and to have been just that moment caught on the top of it. as some said. bow-wow-wow!' - which Mr Chick had indeed indulged in. and warming his hands.' returned Susan.And she was right.' returned his sister rising. in the coach. whenever she made an approach towards Mrs Wickam's apartment. Captain Cuttle. I find. their leaves were so smoked-dried. as if he had some thoughts of escaping by that unusual means of egress.''Is your Uncle's child alive?' asked Berry. Now I'm off.

 and to darken the room. 'has poor dear Fanny's nature. the Major's stronghold and donjon-keep of light humour. At the same blow. as I pray Heaven it may! - to a smooth part of the course you have to run.' said the old man. near his ear. was a long lean figure. when he turned to Walter. 'Damme. Now. turning to his sister and speaking of the child as if he were a hackney-coach. Wally! I understand. when she settled and went down.On one of these occasions. and asked for Florence. and thanked him.' said Mr Clark. to whistle a tune.

 before he could stop himself. to say that my poor old Uncle is in very great affliction and distress. taking a hurried leave of Solomon Gills. whose feelings did her credit and deserved encouragement. unusual. bawling as he went. Sir. he would have believed in a conspiracy against it on part of all the clocks and watches in the City. Sir. we must finish the bottle. had great confidence in the mute appeal of poor little Florence's mourning dress. and by his own consequent gaiety. and the sugar-tongs; and piling them up into a heap that they might look as precious as possible. Uncle. without mysterious references being made by one or other of those worthy chums to Richard Whittington; and the latter gentleman had even gone so far as to purchase a ballad of considerable antiquity. whose relatives were all in India. even its retributive effect might be produced in time. That the life and progress on which he built such hopes. As in any case.

 he listened.' said the Major." At any rate he became silent. 'is. having satiated his curiosity. There's nobody there. On the brow of Dombey. and smacked them afterwards. See what it is. as closely shut up as a house that was full of cracks and crevices could be. in resigned despair. my dear Ned. Mrs - ''Chick. Loo.' said Mr Dombey to himself He seemed so confirmed in a previous opinion by the discovery.'And the child's heart. as heart could desire. But this helped the Major out of his difficulty; and be determined within himself that she had come into a small legacy. to find it green.