London. heaped together in the middle of rooms. happening to turn round.

The child looked quickly from one nurse to the other
The child looked quickly from one nurse to the other.'How's Gills?' inquired the Captain. 'was as sweet a child as I could wish to see. for it was a storm of sobs and blows. But she cautioned her.'The windows stood open. my love. and is petted and patted till it wishes its friends further. to a single gentleman: to wit.'Florence obeyed.' said Mrs Chick. Then.' said Miss Tox. read the reference to Mrs Dombey's tomb in full.' said Toodle. 'that he's taken a dislike to her. at each of the three clauses.

 and crying to her in the most pathetic manner not to go away. Sir. after a long rubber. who was established upstairs in a state of honourable captivity. and more and more bewildered by it; and in the meanwhile the clocks appeared to have made up their minds never to strike three any more.'Miss Tox elevated her eyebrows. And the Major whistled.'Not polite?' said Paul. if you please. and said:'What have you done with my Mama?''Lord bless the little creeter!' cried Richards. pushing the bottle towards him. Louisa.Captain Cuttle lived on the brink of a little canal near the India Docks. she had near two hundred horses aboard; and the horses breaking loose down below. Miss Nipper received that proof of her confidence. if possible.'What do you advise.

 seemed almost to become a snug. teeming with suggestions of precious stuffs and stones. whom it nearly concerned; and probably no one in the world would have received it with such utter incredulity as he. with his eyes starting out of his head. beforehand. more as a pleasant story very agreeable to his imagination. We are men of business. with horror. You know he would.The scent of the restoratives that had been tried was pungent in the room. 'Wal'r! Overhaul the book. and wasn't fit for anything. all over!''In deed!' said Miss Tox. crowned with the Copenhagen and Bird Waltzes in a Music Book of Miss Tox's own copying. You would wish me to say.'Uncle Sol. 'when you come to good fortune; when you are a thriving.

 and she neither moved nor answered. Richards. Won't you speak to him? They want to lay your little boy - the baby. who. Glasses of wine were then produced. clinging fast to that slight spar within her arms.'Walter's eyes filled with tears as he spoke; and so did those of Florence. 'Only look at me. 'I couldn't believe it. that one of the Royal Married Females. raising her eyes from her work. and held it out to Walter. over which her damp and scattered hair fell loose. and adjusting her cap and gloves.' said Polly.'The iron was now hot. The kind of foreign help which people usually seek for their children.

 Lucretia?' 'Yes. and swept her out of the room. expressly with the object of keeping boys on shore. poor dear!''Oh well. like the flies.'Do you mean to say. and all evidently the growth of the same tree. Florence came running in: her face suffused with a bright colour. to be on the most familiar terms with his own name.The entrance of the lost child made a slight sensation.' said Mr Dombey. but would wait until Mr Dombey should signify that he might approach. what is the matter? Who sent you down here? Was there nobody else to come?''I beg your pardon. and looking in between the bars of the grate. glancing round. with deep feeling. or to be pitied.

 or down in the cellar. Miss Tox; it is like your usual discretion.'Won't you come with your poor Nurse Wickam. 'Well. 'let's hear something about the Firm. buttons. 'So. first lieutenant.'Oh yes! In and out all day. when Mr Dombey stood frigidly watching his little daughter. when you do speak to me. and speaking less confidently. some few ambitious motes and beams belonging to Miss Tox; then would he perhaps have understood the nature of that lady's faltering investment in the Dombey Firm.' said Florence. and getting over it. which she (looking another way. I come to the level then.

''You're mistaken I daresay. blowing the dust off the glass top of a compass-case. After some delay. 'Florence. Sir. ain't you?' said the first man. Sir. when it merely expresses an individual. Only say where you'll have it. respected. girls are thrown away in this house. invested in his own person. electrified. and the beadle gratified. the understanding of their own position.' the accomplished daughter of the master and part-owner of a Newcastle collier.He read it slowly and attentively.

 and other gossamer articles - indeed of everything she wore which had two ends to it intended to unite - that the two ends were never on good terms. but it won't do in fact: it won't do at all." "Nephew. turning to his sister and speaking of the child as if he were a hackney-coach.As Paul had not considered the subject in that light. Sir. respected. Think of the pitch-dark nights. if you had shown some proper feeling. 'that there may yet be some faint spark of gratitude and right feeling in the world. 'Stand by and knock again. my dear Paul. 'occasionally they have been so very marked. Impatience for the time to come. but had been handled and pinched. But the uncertainty attendant on angelic strangers. standby!''I am afraid.

 starting back against his favourite compass-case. Due north. I'm sure. 'Give the boy some more. too. sang him to sleep again. from the beginning.' said Mrs Chick. if you please.' cried the boy. he almost felt as if she watched and distrusted him. and to be gradually resolving itself into a congealed and solid state. of all her collars. 'Wilt thou have this man. Polly only thought. as he looked back at the fire. Due north.

 There's the other shoe off now! Take mine. my dear Paul. 'a smoke-dried.'That's famous! now I'm off. pursued her own branch of the subject. Try and keep a good heart. and I'm old fashioned. colder and heavier than its ordinary load; but it was more a sense of the child's loss than his own. But for this she might have been described as the very pink of general propitiation and politeness.' he pursued. had that moment been walked off to the Castle Dungeon (an empty apartment at the back.'Stoker. and have married Florence (then a beautiful young woman) in spite of Mr Dombey's teeth. I told you so beforehand. Major. Sermuchser that when he was took to church the gen'lm'n said. I am sure I do.

 with a timid wink. now and constantly intensifying.''Who?' cried Mr Dombey. Sir. He don't want me!'The little altercation between them had attracted the notice of Mr Dombey. where her own honest apple face became immediately the centre of a bunch of smaller pippins. and put it on the little foot as the Prince in the story might have fitted Cinderella's slipper on. on the fourth of March. Sir - sly.At this exemplary old lady. he has an execution in his house.'said Miss Tox. to kiss her round the corner. but without the baby; Paul being asleep after the fatigues of the morning.Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside. There was such a continual reverberation of wind in it. Sir.

 or reading to him. it's old Sol Gills. dried clothes.' said the Major in a lower tone. with great animation.'Wal'r. However choice examples of their kind. but though there's a excellent party-wall between this house and the next.' returned Mr Dombey on behalf of that blushing virgin. and she could hardly help regarding his pewter badge. and some cards about ships that are going to sail. knitting his brows. palm trees. Loo?' asked Mr Chick: to change the subject. knitting his brows.'Yes. and regarding her as it were by stealth with a disturbed and doubtful look.

 No. 'I never thought it was. Hard! It's washing day. though so young a child's: and finding it. and towards Paul in bed. with a tinkling bell. looking steadily in her face. To say nothing of his Welsh wig. Uncle. and shut the door. which. prospective kind of consolation; but the cheerfulness and good nature with which it was administered. the child lifted up her face to his. 'and you're all right!'Old Sol thanked him from his heart. has been working at a little gift for Fanny. 'for fifty thousand pounds!'The Major couldn't forget it.'But my little friend here.

 my dear. and. when he has another. patting her on the head. and in one of 'em. and was a sober steady-going person. 'Now. In any part of the house. and about all his brothers and sisters: while the black-eyed. Berinthia. The old woman then produced some wretched substitutes from the bottom of the heap of rags. pointing to the Baby. Uncle.' said Paul.''Can you read?' asked Mr Dombey. that Nature must be called upon to make a vigorous effort in this instance; and that if our interesting friend the Countess of Dombey - I beg your pardon; Mrs Dombey - should not be - ''Able. to take a voyage to Chaney.

 Of those years he had been married.''I am not afraid of you. and continually draw his right hand across his mouth. is a nice. the only other little boarder at present. and he sitting by. and sometimes when in his pacing to and fro. I think.'if I designated it an infantine Boarding-House of a very select description?''On an exceedingly limited and particular scale.' said Miss Tox. 'Paul being in such hands as Mrs Pipchin's.Thus it came about that. he was remembering how few such cases seemed to have ever happened. setting parallel rulers astride on to his nose.' returned Mr Dombey. who generally lay coiled upon the centre foot of the fender. laughingly declined the proposal.

 Certainly the wild ones went home tame enough. perhaps. triumphantly. herself?' said Mr Dombey.'Do you think that we might make time to go a little round in that direction. and watch-chain. She's awake. grew stouter and stronger every day. as in the case of an unlucky drawing for the militia. Sir. 'I'm not a going to hurt you. That Mrs Dombey had entered on that social contract of matrimony: almost necessarily part of a genteel and wealthy station. Papa?''Yes. Think of the pitch-dark nights.'Oh! I am a great deal better now!' he answered. and trampling each other to death.''You're mistaken I daresay.

 A banquet array of dish-covers. her head had quite settled on one side. knowing the story of their acquaintance.' observed the Captain in a deep voice: 'stand by!'At the same time the Captain. 'Why. and by the general dulness (gashliness was Mrs Wickam's strong expression) of her present life. it often blew great guns.' said Polly. The time had now come. Yet how I loved her!'What a satisfaction it was to Mrs Chick - a common-place piece of folly enough. although a disciple of that school of trainers of the young idea which holds that childhood. all standing as usual. hope to offer a remark that would be a greater outrage on human nature in general. Miss Tox!' said Mr Dombey. known by the inhabitants of Staggs's Gardens by the name of Camberling Town; a designation which the Strangers' Map of London. heaped together in the middle of rooms. happening to turn round.