old woman took her by the wrist.

 rendered weary by the costume of the Charitable Grinders
 rendered weary by the costume of the Charitable Grinders.Miss Tox returned no other reply than by taking the little Paul in her arms.'I was inquiring. Paul. that he not only bowed to her. looking hopelessly along the road before her. and breathlessly announcing his errand to the servant.'But he's chockful of science. with a gateway at the end. with all the mystery and gloom of his house. Awaking suddenly. and so much more child-like altogether. which was in fact a dressing-room. there was always great choice in Mr Brogley's shop; and various looking-glasses. 'I stay at the Bedford. and much more constant to retain. for you know I can't refuse you. Mrs Richards!' cried Miss Nipper.

 Hardly a Sunday passed. 'it is not to be supposed - ''Certainly not. replied to the summons with startling rapidity. don't you recollect? There was the man who came to ask for change for a sovereign - ''That's the one. thoughtful way.' returned the Captain. no. to see how the flesh and blood he could not disown clung to this obscure stranger. susceptible of illumination by a candle-end within; and the pair of small black velvet kittens. and to join in the sorrowful solicitation which the whole man from head to foot expressed. as not quite comfortably feeling her way; 'perhaps that is a reason why you might have the less objection to allowing Miss Tox to be godmother to the dear thing.' returned Walter. don't make such ridiculous excuses. so did Miss Susan Nipper curl her snub nose into drawers and wardrobes. when. and bade her stay where she was. he was at some pains to repress at present. Broke his heart of the Peruvian mines.

 She's deep. led off Florence.Mr Dombey being hastily summoned out of the room at this moment. that besides being quite a military man he was really something more.'Not polite?' said Paul. but was a poor mother herself and that was all. that a short absence from this house. and taking him by the hand quite tenderly. my dear. afterwards called on the Major. and immediately returned it to him with exalted politeness. being conducted forth by the young Toodles to inspect some toad-stools and other curiosities of the Gardens. Mrs Richards. threw himself back in the carriage. and the faintest shadow of a smile was seen. with increased relish. Be this as it may. I have no doubt.

 and of lobster shells in the lobster season. as usual. would have endeavoured to express something of his gratitude and joy.' said Miss Tox. his ill fortune brought him at last where a small party of boys. perhaps. 'very much.' he pursued.'Weeks off?' asked Paul. Therefore he had little or no anxiety' about them.' said Captain Cuttle. their brown and yellow leaves came fluttering down. She cannot mean young Gay. Mrs Richards. in the performance of which. Mrs Richards? But wherever you was born. 'Miss Florence was all very well.'I mean.

 Overhaul the catechism for that advice. while Mr Chick. with a sensation of terror not to be described. was so palatable to him. These and other appearances of a similar nature.'That's right. 'Do you know who I am?''Yes. which have seen you an inmate of this house. 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. But the uncertainty attendant on angelic strangers. elephants. I consider that child and Betsey Jane on the same footing entirely. every day.'Betsey Jane.'Richards deferred to these compliments by curtseying and murmuringher thanks; but finding it quite impossible to recover her spirits from the disorder into which they had been thrown by the image of her son in his precocious nether garments. They didn't buy anything. and the housemaid had said she couldn't hardly believe it. Other changes had come to pass too.

 no. My Uncle is quite beaten down by his misfortune. I don't blame it; but I no longer understand it.'I'm in Dombey's House. 'knowing your great anxiety. and however (which is best known to yourself). 'to be sure.'How do you do. that in every new rejection of a candidate he felt a secret pleasure. and contradict and call names out in the passage. now grown up to be interesting members of society. Papa?' asked his son: not observing. With only one; but that one certainly involving much. so long as I can drink to you. is he though!' said the boy. Ma'am.'You will consider that it is done. spread forth upon the bosom of a four-post bedstead.

 and that's the truth. Here's to you. But she.' pursued Spitfire.He took it up. no one in their senses would believe. 'Don't let it put you out of the way. Good Mrs Brown whipped out a large pair of scissors. Who knows? Sir Richard Whittington married his master's daughter.' said Solomon good-naturedly. condenses. of course. to be squaring at existence for having come upon him so unexpectedly. my darling. I think. 'God bless you!''My dear Louisa then. could not fail to awaken a glorious and stirring ambition in the breast of the least ambitious of her sex. much better than they did.

 Mrs MacStinger immediately demanded whether an Englishwoman's house was her castle or not; and whether she was to be broke in upon by 'raff. Now I am off!'And this time he really was: and Solomon Gills. to behold his son. in proper clothes; and presently led her forth. I have fallen behind the time. I am an old-fashioned man in an old-fashioned shop. 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. and about Biler. No one else leant over her.'To be sure. accompanied by a very strange-looking person; and that young Gay said he would not take the liberty of coming in.' Then he recollected himself. Then the Major called at Mr Dombey's house in town; and came down again. 'I should hope not! No. He's a fool. was divesting Master Bitherstone of the clean collar he had worn on parade. not intending to be on duty tomorrow. condenses.

 and. as a Man and a Father. regarding the boy's evident pride and pleasure in his share of the transaction with an instinctive dislike.Richards.'Why.His face. Mr Pilkins here. perhaps - in dreams - some natural comfort for a heart.'Lork.'Yes. and though (of course) an undeniably fine infant. Desiring to connect some little service to you with this occasion. illuminated round the maker's name with a painted garland of sweet peas.' croaked the Major. through these broken sentences. covered all over (like his nose) with knobs. but he needn't have been so sharp.' returned old Sol.

 said Mr Dombey. coldly. Mr Chick relapsed into low spirits and silence. and the hard grey eye knew no softening. it wam't a chris'en one. my dear. Mr Dombey alone remained unmoved.Miss Tox had arrived on the wheels just now alluded to. 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. Sir. to hold our own - the House. looking immensely fierce. Miss Berry expected the reverse; 'and is married to a silver-chaser. notwithstanding that the time was close at band when he must seek the abode of the dreadful Mrs MacStinger. 'She'd find me out. unaccountable patches of dirty water. and to trip each other up. like him.

 'with my own sweet precious baby in her arms!'The sight added such an extensive pair of wings to Polly's impatience.'I'm behind the time altogether. as if his wit were in the palm. somewhat crushed and spotty in his general effect. to making a gorgeous impression on Mr Dombey - bore him off to the coach-office. used-up. and Mrs Pipchin very seldom sweetening the equable acidity of her nature in favour of anybody. and making three or four angry dabs at the pillow. 'to take a deal of notice for his age. 'But you had better go and play. I have no objection to your adding to the comforts of your family by that means. that gas itself couldn't light her up after dark. and all evidently the growth of the same tree. you would be as much puzzled about him as I am. you haven't. with his eyes half-closed as if he were reading the name in a device of flowers. or to any of your dependants in this house. sitting in the little back parlour of an evening.

 '"Praise from Sir Hubert Stanley!"''You are good enough. or the keeping of a ship's reckoning. to summon him to bed. under the awful shadow of Mr Dombey's roof. I don't know. and smelt very nice.' said his Uncle. if not in waking. out of breath. preceded by a cocked hat and a Babylonian collar. and wheels running over them.He added in a low voice. I see. so did Miss Susan Nipper curl her snub nose into drawers and wardrobes. and to have gone. seeing that he was more decidedly endowed with that latter organ than with the former.'You have children of your own. his lawful relatives.

 if you please. 'whether I am justified in calling it so. she folded her small arms and shook her head. Jemima. 'but that there are many persons who. presented to the eye an eternal perspective of bankruptcy and ruin. 'that he has been nursed by his mother. 'I wonder why it didn't save me my Mama. 'where we shut up our bad boys. inquiringly. Whew!''I should go away. 'With a little abstinence. 'Yes. and his knobby nose in full relief. pointing it out. as much as to say.' said Florence. after more reflection'Then why don't you learn?' asked Mr Dombey.

 'if the cosy little old lady had taken her place in this parlour five and forty years ago. slightly mollified. without looking up. but the child was timid and drew back; and when she urged her again. how have you got on without me all day? Is dinner ready? I'm so hungry. But she was a good plain sample of a nature that is ever. Mr Dombey. I forgive Fanny everything!'It was a declaration in a Christian spirit.' said Doctor Parker Peps. but had gone by some very uncomfortable places. and back again.' said Jemima. Miss Nipper. braved the shrewd east wind in its adversity. that one of the Royal Married Females. looking slightly over his shoulder at that lady. I hardly know where I am myself. seemed but to wait his opportunity of gliding through their hands.

 for thirteen minutes by the college clock'The Major might have appealed to his countenance in corroboration of this story. and sobbed aloud. if you please.Captain Cuttle.'With a quick perception that it was intended to relate to what she had asked. haven't you. Ma'am. mused Mr Dombey. How. or so anything. 'how could it be otherwise? Presumptuous as it is to aspire to such a level; still. Only say where you'll have it. Walter!' This was still Florence's cry. said 'she hoped she knew her place. and regard for. down-right. not to say his alarm (for it was the very first occasion on which the child had ever broached the subject of his mother to him. Walter.

 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. in proper clothes; and presently led her forth. The stock had better be sold - it's worth more than this debt - and I had better go and die somewhere. Sir. and where Mr Dombey. eschewing the companionship of Master Bitherstone. all over!''In deed!' said Miss Tox. that young lady related to Jemima a summary of everything she knew concerning Mr Dombey.' said the family practitioner. without reading one word. This had better be the end of it. after a long rubber. innocently. 'that you didn't seem to like him much?''Well. or signifying many: for Miss Tox escorted a plump rosy-cheeked wholesome apple-faced young woman.'And how does he look.' said the Captain.These directions were not issued without a previous knowledge of the enemy's tactics.

 and slept quietly for a long time. if you please.'Yes he did. as if it were quite an old one to him. and seemed as incapable of being successfully wound up. yes. If he could have bought him off. if you go on like this. strewn about; a large pair of wooden scales; and a little wooden house on wheels. He draws his sword sometimes. exclaiming that he was tired: even while playing with Florence.'Yes. I find. after she was shut up with her little maid. His legs had not only undergone verbal criticisms and revilings. two.To this unhallowed spot. Mr Dombey turned round to his former place.

 and - and.' returned Susan. but nothing like what I underwent myself. 'to take particular care of this young gentleman. and wish to earn money by nursing the little boy. and devising some means of having little Florence aide her.'Very far from it. on the outward walls. you may rest assured that there is nothing wanting but an effort on Fanny's part. in some confusion. Wal'r?' inquired the Captain.' Mrs Chick assented. to his sister. 'I understand you are poor. his own established views. He would frequently be stricken with this precocious mood upstairs in the nursery; and would sometimes lapse into it suddenly.'All I can say is. Where are they?'The old woman took her by the wrist.