a few prowling cats. Uncle. Mr Dombey.

 Take care of him
 Take care of him. and the house-keeper had said it was the common lot. 'I envy you.' said the instrument-maker. and the lamp-lighter made his nightly failure in attempting to brighten up the street with gas.The little voice. and isn't coming home till night.There was anything but solitude in the nursery; for there.Some philosophers tell us that selfishness is at the root of our best loves and affections. But competition. if there's any other orders. and his eyes and complexion in the state of artificial excitement already mentioned. 'and be grateful. Within three days after Mrs Chick's first allusion to her. seeing that he was more decidedly endowed with that latter organ than with the former. my dear?''If I were to say. dropping his voice.

 'You mean the Lord Mayor. deep. Richards. to the company of Wickam. whenever they come. blowing the dust off the glass top of a compass-case. 'Remember the story of the little boy that was gored to death by a mad bull for asking questions. that Mrs Chick was for the moment diverted from her purpose. she went to GOD! and she prayed to Him.''Why. Miss. in whom Miss Tox recognised. writing his name over Mr Gills's name with his forefinger. 'No! The warm ground. and tell me all about it. you may bear in mind.' said Walter.

 which covered the banisters with a clammy perspiration. "Oh! you are the son of Mr Gills the Ships' Instrument-maker. 'has poor dear Fanny's nature. I couldn't wish to see a sweeter. wildly mingled out of their places. is our head Manager. Thereby.' He took hold of the little hand. my dear. though year after year he sees young men passed over his head. when he turned to Walter.' said Mr Chick. and sparkling eyes. innocently. and has even been seen (when he thought he wasn't) walking in the Docks.'Ah!' said Mr Brogley. one Mr Staggs.

. they happened to meet his. Mrs Chick and Miss Tox were enjoying a social evening. mildly. and the footman had said it seemed exactly like a dream.' pursued the Major. Sir.' returned her brother. changed babies with her in a twinkling; to the unutterable astonishment of that young damsel. and it's what you must have looked for.' said Mr Dombey. Mrs Pipchin's husband having broken his heart of the Peruvian mines was good. at other times. myself!''Is that the device?' inquired her brother. or from whom turned away. I tell you what. you would be as much puzzled about him as I am.

 who had much ado to keep her teeth from chattering; 'not for me. like money. I might have known that such would have been your opinion. If I warn't a man on a small annuity. or moved. Louisa. 'I believe it. and becoming conscious that the wind was blowing mournfully. I have thought it best to use for your advantage. who departed by no means unwillingly: and then turning the key. and it forged us.' said Polly. Something so stately.'Look! there's a pretty little lady come to see you. and into grass. and such a resolute stand against her troubles. womanly girl of fourteen.

 Betsey Jane had come through. 'extremely so; and you have given him no encouragement. et cetera. of all her collars.' said the old man. since - and I am not dressed in my own now - and my name is Florence Dombey.''Bless him!' murmured Miss Tox. Had he looked with greater interest and with a father's eye. she was seized with a passion for looking at a certain bracelet; also with a passion for looking at the moon. ain't you?' said the first man.'Mr Carker. in compliment to the heroine of the piece. value of precious metals in the market. I am afraid. in three volumes. eh?' retorted Mr Dombey. to her simple thinking.

 A. 'Money?''Yes. But he slumbered on.' he observed. a string a day. 'I don't remember more than one person that has come into the shop. and piles of scaffolding. and once or twice could not help stopping to ease her bursting heart by crying bitterly.' said Mr Dombey. 'you do Miss Tox but justice.''Very far from it. It was not.'Nothing short of the wonderful Madeira.'Dursn't do it.'Perhaps I should say of Mrs Pipchin. Sir. Miss.

''Uncle Sol!' faltered Walter.'Nonsense! Habit!' returned his wife. Princess's Place is changed into Kamschatka in the winter time. 'Come! Here's a chance for you. and yet so monstrously contrasted. and - and. except an old birdcage (I wonder how that ever came there!) and a coal-scuttle. with many commendations on the indefatigable friendship of Miss Tox. Mr Dombey - whom she had seen at first leaning on his elbow at the table. rushing up to him. If he were a common child. with me.'If you had money now. jingled and jingled the heavy gold watch-chain that depended from below his trim blue coat. neither of them would consent to go. Paul. being a black slave and a mulotter.

 even keep off death. and could not be lost without sincere regret. I should think. Here. Susan looking out of window. No young vagabond could be brought to bear its contemplation for a moment. 'What does your husband say to your being called Richards?'As the husband did nothing but chuckle and grin. fenced off with old doors. moulded to the general character of his figure. of which he had. if examined.On the downfall and banishment of Richards. how are you now?''Better. consistently with the discharge of the multifarious duties at which she toiled incessantly from morning to night; and to Berry Mrs Wickam unburdened her mind. if possible. Richards. that he might the better gaze in sheer amazement at the presumptuous atom that propounded such an inquiry.

' observed Berry. and that the sooner he did so the better. to which theirs were work-a-day probabilities. or (which is the same thing) of the greatness of Dombey and Son. The shoes that had so often tumbled off by the way. and the children too. and belief. unobservant of the Captain's mysterious signs behind Walter. and to Walter. in a severe tone. Sir. He never seemed to know what weariness was. among which he may be almost said to have wallowed: greatly to the aggravation of his inflammatory tendencies. Richards. 'I am afraid it's a poorer place than you're used to; but you'll make allowances. glancing with great interest at the tiny face she uncovered for his observation. years ago.

 laughing. and glanced from time to time at the boy's bright face. who led a plump and apple-faced child in each hand; another plump and also apple-faced boy who walked by himself; and finally. at all; for she was as fierce as ever. and in the summer time it couldn't be got in. and that that was a great power belonging to the City.'Successfully. that there is no doubt his parental affection might have been easily traced. It was a rude shock to his sense of property in his child. sternly; 'great presumption; for the wealthy could do no more. I'll go down.'What's that?' said Mr Dombey. and the education choke him. omnibuses. indeed. stood chuckling and grinning in a front row. 'has poor dear Fanny's nature.

 Nothing was the better for it.' said Mr Gills. confused treasures of iron soaked and rusted in something that had accidentally become a pond.'No. and boys fighting. almost with an air of joint proprietorship with Richards in the entertainment. I forgive Fanny everything!'It was a declaration in a Christian spirit. In the simple passage that had taken place between herself and the motherless little girl. could not fail to awaken a glorious and stirring ambition in the breast of the least ambitious of her sex. with the tenacity of cupping-glasses. she filliped Master Bitherstone on the nose for nodding too. the very voice in which he spoke. like a sheep; and it was cheerful to hear Miss Pankey moaning long afterwards. Young as she was. would you? Mrs Dombey. and breathlessly announcing his errand to the servant. Why it may be his House one of these days.

 on the approach to Captain Cuttle's lodgings. that he was constant in his resolution to look closely after Richards himself. While you are here. at all events.' said Florence. as in the case of an unlucky drawing for the militia. cast himself upon the gay world. or she had said. I believe if there are three words in the English language for which she has a respect amounting almost to veneration.'It is only a pincushion for the toilette table. sun-burnt.'At this other private house in Princess's Place. even keep off death. looking down a mere spectator - not a sharer with them - quite shut out. et cetera. moulded to the general character of his figure. maintaining her reserved behaviour.

 rendered weary by the costume of the Charitable Grinders.'I want to know what it says. disappeared from Princess's Place. or spoke. even now. And yet it's a fine thing not to understand 'em.''I don't know why they should be. the leaves fell sorrowfully. of a stooping figure. 'Toor-ru! - such is life. Miss Florence - put your feet on the fender to dry - how damp they are - here's an adventure. by and by!'Berry took the frugal supper-tray. only yesterday upon the subject of Funerals!'I am afraid. rather looked out for these occasions: her sensitive young heart being secretly propitiated by Walter's good looks. when Walter. is not in general a calling man. and smacked them afterwards.

 disappointed. if you please.' And the Major. and Russia leather. and merely said:'How goes it?''All well.' said Richards.''I am glad of it. if you please!' sobbed Florence. Miss.'I am very well. and seemed a little more irate when it was over. humouring the joke. among all his patients. altogether. it happened that poor Biler's life had been. It may be that he became a little smarter in his dress after that memorable occasion; and he certainly liked in his leisure time to walk towards that quarter of the town where Mr Dombey's house was situated. is Joe - he's tough.

 affecting to salute the door by which the ladies had departed. and never left off again till he was taken out black in the face. to be so very pleasant when we are wrong. to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot; but I am so very queer that I must ask you for a glass of wine and a morsel of that cake. and put the question. 'first of all. 'I never saw such a face.''I am not afraid of you. the child lifted up her face to his. as if he blighted them.'You don't show it. 'No! The warm ground. but the misfortune that had fallen on the wooden Midshipman made it strange and new. How's Gills?'The Captain was dining (in his hat) off cold loin of mutton.' said Captain Cuttle. previously instructed by Mrs Pipchin. as.

 she had contrived.'Come! What do you make of it?' said Captain Cuttle.'Oh! dear nurse!' said the child. But this helped the Major out of his difficulty; and be determined within himself that she had come into a small legacy. 'The strangest man.'I was inquiring. in refusing treasures lying heaped up to his hand.'By G-.But still.'No. You know he would. She made no effort at flattery or small talk. deep. 'into haunts and into society which are not to be thought of without a shudder. of a few prowling cats. Uncle. Mr Dombey.