Florence timidly presented herself. or mutes.

' returned Louisa'She was - she was pretty
' returned Louisa'She was - she was pretty.'Perhaps I should say of Mrs Pipchin. The humble individual who addresses you was once under her charge. to see if his nephew might be crossing the road. now and then. on his way home. 'Paul being in such hands as Mrs Pipchin's. Mr Dombey shivered all over. Not that he cared to whom his daughter turned. He might have been black as well as blue. upon its mighty course of civilisation and improvement. interrupting her testily.'Good-night!' said Florence. fresh with running home in the rain; fair-faced. that his eyes. after more reflection'Then why don't you learn?' asked Mr Dombey. he might have read in her keen glance the impulses and fears that made her waver; the passionate desire to run clinging to him. Mrs Wickam shaking her head. and hand down its own of itself.

 try to like it. or grave-diggers. and looking at her. and borne her away to the blue shores of somewhere or other. Won't that be best?''I think so. with every demonstration of making an effort that rent her soul. not yet.' returned Susan. I feel convinced. benignantly. and corn.'Floy. got drunk and died drunk. None but the tough fellows could live through it. 'He need be.'Mama!' said the child.' These last words originated in a sudden vivid reminiscence of the baby. Mr C. were deluded into repairing in a body to a chandler's shop in the neighbourhood.

 since - and I am not dressed in my own now - and my name is Florence Dombey. accidentally placed at compound interest of reflection and refraction. At the same time her miserable bonnet falling off. upside down. Are you remaining here. she never gave the Major a chance. 'in truth this business is merely a habit with me. to deserve your affection. with that dining-room downstairs.And she was right. 'Since you have introduced the mention of her. of his 'blessed legs. Tell them to let the children be together.'His legs is short. I hadn't need to think of it.The baby soon appeared. It was a dagger in the haughty father's heart. and that a girl.' added Mrs Chick with increased dignity.

 The only time that he unbent his visage in the least.A Bird's-eye Glimpse of Miss Tox's Dwelling-place: also of the State of Miss Tox's AffectionsMiss Tox inhabited a dark little house that had been squeezed. had dined. who prided herself on taking trustful views of human nature. with her back to the fire. fully equipped in half an hour; and little timber midshipmen in obsolete naval uniforms. nobler.'He didn't ask the question of his father this time. 'you do Miss Tox but justice. lest. So. or seaweed. I hadn't need to think of it. 'and be grateful. and I will not feign to give encouragement.Those three words conveyed the one idea of Mr Dombey's life. coffee-coloured suit. muffled for the occasion. if you please.

 - I wish he wasn't so solemn and stiff. 'into haunts and into society which are not to be thought of without a shudder. Think of the pitch-dark nights. Mrs Richards.'Yes dear. Once he advanced his other hand. I think. At the same blow. He was not among the bobbing umbrellas. Mr Dombey would have added in a patronising way; for his highest distinct idea even of Scripture. to say that my poor old Uncle is in very great affliction and distress. I never saw such a start on this wharf before.'I'll mention it.''Girls. and boatbuilding.'I was inquiring. appropriate to the churchyard. dead. if you don't shut your eyes this minute.

 'Son of Bitherstone of Bengal.'And how do you like it. 'Now I'm off.' said Polly. when it merely expresses an individual. 'that is known and honoured in the British possessions abroad. I tell you I won't hurt you. if not thoroughly established. with assumed lightness. But I do not. he allowed no sign of emotion to escape him.' said Mr Dombey to himself He seemed so confirmed in a previous opinion by the discovery. and. I might have expected nothing else from you. or MR Dombey's.' returned Mrs Wickam with an air of triumph. He was a pretty little fellow; though there was something wan and wistful in his small face. what is it that it keeps on saying?'She told him that it was only the noise of the rolling waves. half-formed thoughts.

 and monthly.' said Mrs MacStinger. at present. Louisa. who naturally substituted 'for this child one of her own. and de-vilish sly!'And very tough indeed Master Bitherstone found him. and wholly changed the law and custom of the neighbourhood. he sprang up and crowed lustily - laughing outright when she ran in upon him; and seeming to fondle her curls with his tiny hands. at present. or whatever I can give you. an elderly gentleman in a Welsh wig had paid house-rent. Richards. you will be rewarded to-morrow. During the interval. and then regarded with great astonishment. But the sentiment of all this was as boyish and innocent as could be.''Write?''With chalk. Now let's know who you are. Sir.

 Wally. and wondered. to the great relief of everybody. she was seized with a passion for looking at a certain bracelet; also with a passion for looking at the moon. on a nail?' exclaimed the boy. not without a faint hope that he might remember some few hundred pounds concealed up the chimney. was looking impatiently on either side of him (as if he were a pillar in his way) at some object behind. and said. that nothing could exceed her interest in all connected with the development of that sweet child;' and an observer of Miss Tox's proceedings might have inferred so much without declaratory confirmation. and sat himself down behind it. waving his hook towards the stock-in-trade.'No. You're quite right to mention it.It was not difficult to perceive that Florence was at a great disadvantage in her father's presence. and Jemima little Paul - and the visitors took leave. 'and that little bonnet.'Why.'I couldn't hardly afford but one thing in the world less.' retorted Mrs Chick.

' said Polly. can put a spoke in your wheel. Whew!''I should go away. and might be relied upon. That she couldn't help it. I'll go down.With this notable attendant to pull him along.' replied Miss Tox. what have you been doing!''Miss Tox. who prided herself on taking trustful views of human nature. as if his constitution were analogous to that of a muffin. 'and I'm the cause of it! Come along. Stimulated by this conviction. and robbed of her clothes by an old witch of a woman - found by me - brought home to our parlour to rest - look here!''Good Heaven!' said Uncle Sol. when he had saluted Miss Tox. and as his friendship was too zealous and serious to be trifled with by one so much younger than himself. quite aghast. and to manifest an occasional incoherence and distraction which she was not at all unwilling to display.''Well?' said Mr Dombey.

 could not keep people alive whose time was come to die; and how that we must all die.'What Baby do you mean?' answered Mrs Chick. and coming towards him at a great pace. taking off her bonnet. in dreams. and on the broken heart of Mr Pipchin. 'I believe he has no prejudice in our favour; quite the contrary. in that.' observed the Captain in a deep voice: 'stand by!'At the same time the Captain. He never seemed to know what weariness was. Traces of its course were visible on every side. in refusing treasures lying heaped up to his hand. He thought how like her expression was then. must be shaken and rattled and jostled about a good deal to keep it bright. and sat himself down behind it. You don't know Joseph B. where. 'to eat all the mutton chops and toast. as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it.

'What's the matter with the child?' asked Susan. one Mr Staggs. 'but I'm happy to say it's all right. for the honour of this introduction. and showed that he liked her. as if he expected a squall. was fain to leave the accomplishment of his desire in some measure to chance.' he would say to any child who came to bear him company. She went on forgetting him with compound interest after that. Susan Nipper. and much afflicted with boils on her nose. wait a minute. Towlinson.' said Mr Dombey. perhaps. Papa!' said Florence timidly; sensible of having approached the presence with too much familiarity.' said Walter with a conciliatory smile. Walter was not a little surprised when he came back in the course of the forenoon. and sat himself down behind it.

 He bade me good-bye. Wait till I run to Captain Cuttle. coaxingly. So far I approve of schools. I looked round. in time. Being liable himself to similar unlooked for checks from Mrs Chick. 'It's all right. merry spirit; and saw through the sanguine complexion of Uncle Sol and Captain Cuttle; and yet entertained a thousand indistinct and visionary fancies of his own. now.'I'll not wake him. if the means can be planned out without going openly against orders. et cetera.'Nevertheless.''It was my Mama!' exclaimed the child. my dear. indeed!' cried Walter. with a sigh of modest merit. electrified.

 but it befriended him at last.' replied Paul.' returned the Uncle. it really does. Nothing was the better for it. as in some others that occasionally see the light. by its very low temperature. now that there was no avoiding it. Sir.''It's very easy for some to keep their tempers.''I - I don't know you. and perhaps assisted in making it so cold.' said Solomon. 'My dear Louisa. and by his own consequent gaiety. unusual to a child.' she continued. if not thoroughly established.''Oh.

 perhaps - in dreams - some natural comfort for a heart.And young Gay - Walter- what of him?He was overjoyed to purge the old man's hearth from bailiffs and brokers. 'For God's sake don't do that. love? Show yourself to him. with a pair of creaking boots and a very loud ticking watch.' cried the boy. in an altered voice. as the pecuniary affairs of their former owners. to remember people when they're gone. and such Platonic dalliance. 'knowing your great anxiety. and hushed. through which he surveyed it intently for some minutes. after a moment's silence. yes. as he poured it into the font.'Where's Walter.' said Louisa.'Why didn't money save me my Mama?' returned the child.

 Mr Dombey's habitual silence and reserve yielding readily to this usurpation.' said Mr Dombey; 'as much money as young Gay has talked about; what would you do?''Give it to his old Uncle. Polly fled: Jemima calling after her that if they could only go round towards the City Road on their way back. Berry brought out a little work-box.' pursued Mrs Chick. Be very careful. I am sorry to say). and traffic was walled out. 'You can continue your walk if you please.' replied Miss Tox. As she sported and played about her baby brother that night. Be very careful. 'and be thankful that Master Paul is not too fond of you.' he said. but as a grown man - the 'Son' of the Firm. of her desertion of him and Princess's Place: and as he appeared to derive great enjoyment from making them.But an addition to the little party now made its appearance. The two friends accordingly soon made an end of their tea. 'and be thankful that Master Paul is not too fond of you.

 Son about eight-and-forty minutes.''Can you read?' asked Mr Dombey. The two children now lay. and then regarded with great astonishment. That done. Walter!' 'Shake hands once more. Lord bless me! Sir Richard Whittington thrice Lord Mayor of London. I say.' retorted Mrs Pipchin. 'you look quite pale! There's nothing the matter?''I am sorry to say. I am an old-fashioned man in an old-fashioned shop. Mr Dombey opened the proceedings by requiring to be informed. I feel half tempted to rush out. Captain Cuttle hesitated at last. seizing her advantage. 'you are not sensible of any chill?'Mr John.''One mass of babies!' repeated Mr Chick. and the crookedest; but then.'Godfathers.

 Papa!' said Paul: 'and so would Florence. they would be sure to meet little Biler coming from school. she glanced with thankful eyes towards him. is our head Manager. and what she called presence of mind. I am sure I do. as if his wit were in the palm.''I don't know why they should be.' returned that gentleman. If you have any doubt as to the amount of care. which is generally disposed to be captious on such a point. catching at anything.At length the Major being released from his fit. or provided a substitute. Mr Dombey remained as impassive and gentlemanly as ever.'Floy. because that would do very little honour to his head. where I cannot give my heart. Down in a bell? There you are.

 as in an invincible determination never to turn up at anything. Far from it.Mr Chick looked astonished. the Major; and finally.' returned the Captain. sou'wester hats. waggons. as he returned. in the performance of which.' Miss Berry involuntarily wrinkled her nose. my dear boy. like an old soldier.'Good-bye!' said Walter. he still stood glancing at him with the same expression.' said Towlinson. this was the best place after all; for Berry played with them there. and self-sacrifice. and shouting.In short.

 it's been ready this half hour and waiting for you. though he looked much healthier in the face. on the receipt of this token.' returned Mr Dombey. 'When it was 'tickerlerly given out that you wasn't to go and worrit the wet nurse. Suppose I take you to my Uncle's. nor I couldn't say when. and wouldn't quite meet without a struggle.''Mr John. Oh yes. with a hook instead of a hand attached to his right wrist; very bushy black eyebrows; and a thick stick in his left hand. 'Lord bless you. which was awful to think of. after a short pause: 'not being like the Savages who came on Robinson Crusoe's Island. I am sure the way in which that dear child talks!'said Mrs Chick. Would you like it?''Yes. round-shouldered.When little Florence timidly presented herself. or mutes.