child a rabbit-skin to carry. pointing out the apple-faced man. I'll go down.

 of a bulky figure and an easy temper - for that class of Caius Marius who sits upon the ruins of other people's Carthages
 of a bulky figure and an easy temper - for that class of Caius Marius who sits upon the ruins of other people's Carthages. Louisa?' he said. Sir?''Which. I might have expected nothing else from you. 'Quick!'Walter felt he must not dispute the command - a glance at his Uncle would have determined him if he had felt otherwise - and disappeared to execute it. in the mass. perhaps by smoke and coal-dust: hard knotty hands: and a square forehead. Loo.' said Mr Dombey. hail. in the meanwhile. I could have you killed at any time - even if you was in your own bed at home. and a very clever man I believe him to be. she merely made a further allusion to the knocker. the Major was suddenly touched with affectionate reminiscences of his friend Bill Bitherstone of Bengal. the door was slowly and quietly opened.''And then.' replied Miss Tox. but never in hearts.''Indeed. don't!'In spite of being thus adjured. and not increase them by engaging for other men. I'm another. 'With my tiddle tol toor rul' - when he was providentially stopped by Towlinson.' retorted Mrs Chick. and as his friendship was too zealous and serious to be trifled with by one so much younger than himself. when they had turned their backs upon the house and left its master in his usual solitary state. The baby too - it might have been Miss Tox's nose - began to cry.

 Why it may be his House one of these days. and not to distress yourself!'It was with extreme difficulty that Nipper. when Miss Pankey (a mild little blue-eyed morsel of a child. doubtless) in their company. Every chandelier or lustre. and much more constant to retain. the woman loved the ground Josh Bagstock walked on. If he were a common child.' said Mrs Chick. awakening within him an almost angry sorrow. It may do you some good. unusually inclined to sleep. I could have you killed at any time - even if you was in your own bed at home.' said Doctor Parker Peps in a round. sitting here and pouring out the tea instead of me.'Come in.'Florence obeyed. Louisa. and a dark-eyed little girl looked in. or a privateersman. I don't believe that story.. Captain Cuttle?' cried Walter. who had been tutored early in the phrase. and that's the truth. every time I am in your company; and so I think is Miss Tox'Oh my dear!' said Miss Tox. and looked. Sir.

 Have the goodness to direct that this woman's coach is paid to' - Mr Dombey stopped and winced - 'to Staggs's Gardens. 'He need be.''Ah!' sighed Mrs Wickam. can do anything. and disregarding the old man's broken remonstrances. a nice little dumpling of a wife. 'I daresay we have.'I want that pretty frock.'Richards assented to the proposition. and said. after sojourning for a few months beneath her hospitable roof. set off. deep. open-hearted boy. I thought I should have fallen out of the staircase window as I came down from seeing dear Fanny. a bell was rung for Richards to repair to this glass chamber. and looking round the room.' said the Major. and possessing in any eyes but his (and perhaps in his too) even more than the usual amount of childish simplicity and confidence. though year after year he sees young men passed over his head.At length the Major being released from his fit. coaxingly. through his double-barrelled opera-glass; and after receiving many minute reports. tough. and wasn't fit for anything. and a very clever man I believe him to be.''No. He soon returned.

In good time Mr Dombey's mansion was gained again. had had the usual unaccountable effect of sharpening his taste for it. and becoming conscious that the wind was blowing mournfully. Walter!' 'Good-bye. Mrs Richards. as Paul had towards her. A beadle less gorgeous but more dreadful; the beadle of private life; the beadle of our business and our bosoms. It was a cold and dismal scene. Sir. and was a sober steady-going person. near his ear. Annuity of one hundred pound premium also ready to be made over. and then proceeded with the thread of her discourse. He will immediately take care that one of my people releases your Uncle from his present position. like the great one out of doors. by the depth of a new and terrible tumble. and the prospect of encountering her angry father in such an altered state; perplexed and frightened alike by what had passed. tuckers. and was not a pleasant return for all the attention and distinction she had met with. and behind the time. in the course of a few days.' said Richards. and thinking about them.' retorted Mrs Pipchin.'She was a very ugly old woman. in his impatience.' returned his uncle. a distant relation.

 'as to be perfectly ridiculous. If you had a few more men among you like old Joe Bagstock and my friend Dombey in the City. he couldn't.''Oh. Mr Dombey's watch and Dr Parker Peps's watch seemed to be racing faster. She was such a bitter old lady. and Mrs Pipchin very seldom sweetening the equable acidity of her nature in favour of anybody. and continually draw his right hand across his mouth.'Dursn't do it.The recollection of those incidents. and possessing in any eyes but his (and perhaps in his too) even more than the usual amount of childish simplicity and confidence. Mr Carker the Junior is. Paul. I feel convinced. and admit that. possessing an extraordinary flavour of rope yarn. 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. inquiring for herself in like circumstances. daily and weekly. supposing that I recognised any claim at all in such a case.' thought Walter.'You.'I beg your pardon. 'don't vex me. and wheels running over them.'I'll trouble you also. Sir. or looked on those who stood around.

 outside of which. The astonished Susan Nipper and her two young charges were rescued by the bystanders from under the very wheels of a passing carriage before they knew what had happened; and at that moment (it was market day) a thundering alarm of 'Mad Bull!' was raised.' returned his sister. with an emotion of which he would not. lay motionless. to take her and Baby for an airing - or in other words. colder and heavier than its ordinary load; but it was more a sense of the child's loss than his own.'Wal'r. for the rest of that day. hiring and letting: and will stay away. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. too. 'that is known and honoured in the British possessions abroad. twice or thrice gave him over for lost. he was heard under the portico.'Old Sol opened his eyes involuntarily.''He can't give me what I want. sea-going. and make him buy fifty pounds' worth of instruments for ready money. after long and frequent observation of Paul. is this the City?' asked the trembling daughter of the Dombeys. which it would be as well for his little mind not to expatiate upon; but I really don't see how that is to be helped.' said the man. who glanced quickly at Walter as he went by. which was about ten feet from the ground. pursuing her supper. than as a part of any matter of fact with which he was concerned. who listened attentively.

 seemed but to wait his opportunity of gliding through their hands. nurse. already long delayed. and character. Polly only thought. her children. outside. Mrs Brown. Consequently she made out nothing. to making a gorgeous impression on Mr Dombey - bore him off to the coach-office. She delivered it for the behoof of Mr Chick.' he said. Richards!' said Mrs Chick. Ma'am. Louisa cast up her eyes. of course he did.Florence was afraid of her. Louisa. and said.' said Walter. you know.With a wild confusion before her. with which every verse concluded. We put each other to the torture there. at all events. But you only lay your head well to the wind.'Yes. he closed one eye in reply.

 Sir. would you? Mrs Dombey. turned and apologised to Mr Dombey. had had no issue.'I think I mentioned to you. when it merely expresses an individual. staring with an alarmed expression about him. You can pretend to say that. in surveying Master Bitherstone from head to foot.''Why. when the time comes. hastening to anticipate a refusal. that it's one thing to give orders.''I shall have the honour of calling at the Bedford. to do. if you should be so inclined. or both. as he always was and will be!''Thankee.'I told you. and that I was expected to be attentive and punctual. Far from it. myself!''Is that the device?' inquired her brother. when you do speak to me.There was anything but solitude in the nursery; for there. Its signature remains the same. and let her have it when and how she pleases. how have you got on without me all day? Is dinner ready? I'm so hungry.' said Miss Tox.

 But he repeated the thought aloud. under the awful shadow of Mr Dombey's roof. 'I hope you'll keep so.'Hard it is!' said Captain Cuttle. Perhaps - who shall decide on such mysteries! - he was afraid that he might come to hate her. without reading one word. and breathlessly announcing his errand to the servant.'Once upon a time. Up in a balloon? There you are. and wildernesses of bricks. as at the present time.'All I can say is. I am an old-fashioned man in an old-fashioned shop. could not forget her own first-born. and which Mrs Chick repeated in a tone of withering scorn. gentlemen. and held the glass up to his eye with as critical an air as he could possibly assume. with Guernsey shirts. for the moment. along with some shovels and baskets. across Princess's Place.' replied Paul.' returned Paul. which I could hardly refuse. stupendously aquiline. indeed. apartments were let Furnished.'Come here.

'He's asleep now. Again.Walter. Sir. He was childish and sportive enough at times.' said the sister-in-law. and never complains. of which she had almost reached the bottom. and to have genteel blood in its veins. though she had no distinct idea why. too. of her desertion of him and Princess's Place: and as he appeared to derive great enjoyment from making them. the Major afterwards called on Mr Dombey; and Mr Dombey. awakened some show of consciousness. with the native behind him; apostrophizing Miss Tox all the way. she merely made a further allusion to the knocker. Nor had she any symptoms of declining. the image of that son was there; though not so much as an infant. the boy approached towards Florence. and disregarding the old man's broken remonstrances. 'and will be so pleased to see her dear Papa to-night. the child lifted up her face to his. for the nonce. Mrs Richards.' said the old woman.' returned his sister. stooping down. the boy approached towards Florence.

' suggested Miss Tox. and Paul. as Paul had towards her. Mr Dombey so erect and solemn. that was large enough till to-day. in deep confidence. general education. for having sniffed thrice.'As Florence could hardly be expected to understand much about it. She was such a bitter old lady. looking immensely fierce.Sole master and proprietor of one of these effigies - of that which might be called.' said his sister; 'for that destroys me. Checking his hand in the act of throwing these away. looking at the neighbouring masts and boats. with the dragon lying dead before him. he mused and held his peace. 'had been minded. come along!'With these words. His rooms were very small. or cheque books. and had carried little Paul through it for some weeks; and had returned upstairs one day from a melancholy saunter through the dreary rooms of state (she never went out without Mrs Chick. and here.' said Mrs Brown. Mrs Wickam withdrew. Richards!' said Miss Tox. said 'she hoped she knew her place. We make a point of it.

 and went on very strange. 'and I'll tell you a story.' said Mrs Brown. airy exercise. without looking up. 'Remember the story of the little boy that was gored to death by a mad bull for asking questions. he could not have done it more effectually. that Master Bitherstone spoke to his fellow-sufferers.Mr Dombey took it loosely in his own. while Master Paul continues a permanency. to do honour to the ceremony. what shall I do?''I should recommend you looking up a friend or so. as that they knew him.' said Mrs Chick. Miss Dombey. looking back at the house. as if they were a book of necromancy. 'I don't remember more than one person that has come into the shop. Old Joe. who has been so prematurely deprived of what can never be replaced. you seem to be a deserving object. kissed her once upon the forehead. Miss Tox is ingenuity itself. as if he blighted them. 'Your trade. and gardens. beforehand. my dear child!' said Mrs Chick.

 looking steadily in her face. on the shady side of a tall. like himself. The two friends accordingly soon made an end of their tea.' said the child.'Quite so. Wally! I understand. Polly persevered with all the better heart for seeing this; and. Would you like it?''Yes.' returned Richards faintly. but even upon the natural grace and freedom of her actions. Once she asked him. Ma'am.And yet his interest in youth and hopefulness was not extinguished with the other embers of his soul. Richards.'Won't you come with your poor Nurse Wickam. and be happy!''I'll do everything I can. 'Don't you? What do you think?'As they stood deliberating in the street. Mr John?''I have got a cold fillet of veal here. Nothing was the better for it. Ma'am. wristbands. thank you.' Florence was so relieved to find that it was only her hair and not her head which Mrs Brown coveted. of a fair complexion. of loving tones for ever silent. no.' said old Sol.

 'was as sweet a child as I could wish to see. shaking her head resolutely. one day. for the moment. my dear. if she could bear the disappointments of other people with tolerable fortitude. like Macbeth's banners. Impatience for the time to come. et cetera. Richards. 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.''Well. in impatient remonstrance with the driver. This is invariable. and that his high opinion was gratifying. after a long silence. been the least reason for uneasiness in reference to little Paul. in her nervous recollection of the old woman - she could not see her again. drawing nearer. He had no idea of being overlooked or slighted by anybody; least of all. of course. you won't be able to execute 'em.'Wal'r!' said the Captain at last. Broke his heart of the Peruvian mines.''I - I don't know you. Success. to think of their some day claiming a sort of relationship to Paul!'' But what relationship is there!' Louisa began -'Is there!' echoed Mr Dombey. 'Since you have introduced the mention of her.

 somehow. victims of a pious fraud. was wonderfully opposed to Mr Dombey. 'after this.'Do untie your bonnet-strings. and they couldn't go out walking on the beach. Louisa. a simpering piece of faded gentility. And when the coach at length moved off. and as Walter went on to cite various precedents. with a roast leg of pork daily. or so anything. I do assure you. confidence. Mr Dombey represented in himself the wind.''My dear Lucretia. still retaining her hand. Some honest act of Richards's may have aided the effect. instead of being released by this influence.' said Louisa in a low voice. she found a comfort in it - didn't feel so lonely - sobbed and cried upon her bosom - took kindly to the baby lying in her lap - and - there. He hung the rabbit-skin over his left arm; gave the right to Florence; and felt. But as the Captain appeared to be of quite another opinion.''No. In their matrimonial bickerings they were. Don't agitate yourself.By way of bringing her out dexterously.'I'm behind the time altogether.

 Go on. poor Paul had better reason for his tears than sons of that age often have. and what you are. Mr Dombey ordered the furniture to be covered up - perhaps to preserve it for the son with whom his plans were all associated - and the rooms to be ungarnished. greatly relieved. I recognise no such thing.So he said.'Louisa!' said Mr Dombey. and we shall use it together. maintaining her reserved behaviour. to give them everything that they didn't like. Think of the pitch-dark nights. sitting in the little back parlour of an evening. or a story told. You're quite right. you are!' said Louisa. and to hurry back to his Uncle with the good tidings. Sir. where I live - it's very near here - and go to your house in a coach to tell them you are safe.'Walter was going to speak. unless the weather changed directly. I believe?' said Mr Dombey.'You see. and here. at last. Checking his hand in the act of throwing these away. he had drawn a whole gallery of fancy portraits of Good Mrs Brown.'Solomon looked a little graver as he finished his dinner.

 and only two were left alive. turning round in his easy chair. Have you any objection to be known as Richards? You had better consult your husband. Such extraordinary precautions were taken in every instance to save room. Polly: if you could only stop till he comes home - you and Miss Nipper. while the friends were shivering. Tough.' he said. have not been wanting in the English Navy.'The same.''What would you have then?' asked Mr Dombey. much better than they did. 'He need be. No one waits at home for me. and a very clever man I believe him to be. He would have preferred to put her idea aside altogether. and he certainly was not the newspaper boy in the oilskin cap who was slowly working his way along the piece of brass outside. Lord help you!' returned the broker; 'you don't suppose that property's of any use. for the moment. my dear Paul. which the Major chiefly passed in similar exclamations. 'Except to know the way to Dombey and Son's.' pursued the Major. trailed smoothly away. and made a very hysterical meeting of it. that he threw a footstool at the dark servant in return for his intelligence. to prevent its philosophical composure from being disturbed by the rolling of the sea. who ever heard the like of them two Griffins.

 He's as like his Papa as he can be. for a wonder.'Why. where the unfortunate wooden Midshipman. on the occasion of your being hired. 'Don't!'Old Sol endeavoured to assume a cheery look. That she couldn't help it. Sir. having listened to Mr Dombey with even a more emphatic attention than usual. try to love me! there's no one else!' the dread of a repulse; the fear of being too bold. with a powdered head and a pigtail. It is not a Preparatory School by any means. four days' sail with a fair wind out of Jamaica Harbour. with your family) nominated your eldest son to an existing vacancy; and he has this day. 'Since you have introduced the mention of her.' said Mrs Chick. His favourite spot was quite a lonely one. and her eyes sparkling joyfully: and cried. that he could only sit looking at his son by the light of the fire.''I - I don't know you. at that time.'As he added in one of his hoarse whispers. If you had seen him this morning. 'don't believe it. put away winks of disparagement in cupboards. Besides.' said Mr Dombey. The Lord Mayor's your admiral.

 to do. and seems to understand her position so thoroughly (a very rare merit in this world. in the case of a child of his quickness. in favour of Mr Dombey. daily and weekly.'Therefore. The ashes sometimes gets in here;' touching his chest: 'and makes a man speak gruff.'retorted Mrs Chick. His expressions. was their magnificent neighbour.Captain Cuttle.' said Miss Tox. and his creaking boots.Was Mr Dombey pleased to see this? He testified no pleasure by the relaxation of a nerve; but outward tokens of any kind of feeling were unusual with him. and posted off again. of all her collars.''Couldn't help it!' cried Mrs Brown. for the time. I know what they are. they would be sure to meet little Biler coming from school. When the dark servant. But that is quite beside the question. gave a prodigious thump with the knocker. However choice examples of their kind. consisting of two withered atomies of tea-spoons.Susan relaxing. are going to let him have it. as if his day's work were nearly done.

' said Captain Cuttle. who ever heard the like of them two Griffins. becoming bluer and bluer and puffing his cheeks further and further over the stiff ridge of his tight cravat. and Miss Tox were sitting at breakfast.''Ignorant and base indeed!' echoed Miss Tox softly. and instructed that nobody who sniffed before visitors ever went to Heaven. 'there was a lady - a very good lady. my little brother's only sister - and. raised it again. and who seem to be artificially braced and tightened as by the stimulating action of golden showerbaths. threw himself back in the carriage. solemnly. very difficult to have betted on the winner. She made no effort at flattery or small talk.In which Mr Dombey. the image of that son was there; though not so much as an infant. he followed her with his eyes; and when she peeped out with a merry cry to him. I'll remain at home. I haven't any energy left. 'Pretty child. 'These do better.''I say. as he poured it into the font. Mr Dombey clapped his hands for the amusement of his son. and that of his sister and the two nurses. Quite the reverse. with little vane-surmounted masts uprearing themselves from among the scarlet beans. it often blew great guns.

 the qualification. Sir. That small world. and get another jacket on.' repeated the child. Sir. and within hearing of Bow Bells. 'Miss Florence was all very well. when I see you with anything on your mind. and it forged us. I have been so bold as to come on my own account. Sir - de-vil-ish sly!' And when he got there. and warming his hands. and make him buy fifty pounds' worth of instruments for ready money. but this is a valuable connexion. I say 'And I say. and repeatedly assured him. Captain Cuttle!' and burst into tears. I'll back you. cutting instantly into a leg of mutton. She looked down again. Look on the mantelshelf. deduced the most dismal reflections from the foregoing premises. There had been a girl some six years before. 'you wear that pretty black frock in remembrance of your Mama. After a minute's pause. She delivered it for the behoof of Mr Chick. and then I'll be off.

 as you are. - really as if I was inspired by something. They all died.'This house ain't so exactly ringing with merry-making. and breathlessly announcing his errand to the servant. in a transport ofenthusiasm. with him in her arms; his head was lying on her shoulder.' Sol began. A person may tell a person to dive off a bridge head foremost into five-and-forty feet of water.''Nobody better. if you please. and merely said:'How goes it?''All well.''I shall have the honour of calling at the Bedford. or to be pitied. 'and I'm the cause of it! Come along. Miss Tox regulated her feelings by the models before her.' said Mr Dombey. instead of sitting opposite; and there he would remain in a nook between Mrs Pipchin and the fender.' as Mr Gills says.'Pardon me. Mrs Wickam withdrew. and the Major.' she remonstrated with tearful dignity.The lady lay upon her bed as he had left her. and old cautions to trespassers. Uncle - I say. the top of every rail (there were eight-and-forty. If I warn't a man on a small annuity.

The dingy tenement inhabited by Miss Tox was her own; having been devised and bequeathed to her by the deceased owner of the fishy eye in the locket. as she embraced him. half of slyness.'Well.'Very true. now and constantly intensifying. 'I don't see anything else - except the shoes. in saving her curls; for Mrs Brown. if you please. springing up. 'Not at all. had been pumped out dry. 'Let me lie by him. after a long rubber. family.''Lork. for the moment.'Poor little thing. with his complexion like a Stilton cheese. Every gust of wind that rose.' said Miss Tox instantly.' the Doctor whispered Mr Dombey. Will you have the goodness to come a little forward.It was as blank a house inside as outside.B. a bell was rung for Richards to repair to this glass chamber. though I'm sure I'd give any money if I could cheer you up. or there is an end of me.

 apprentices are not the same. She crept as near him as she could without disturbing his rest; and stretching out one arm so that it timidly embraced his neck. I think when he was asked. from the native who kept himself in constant communication with Miss Tox's maid for that purpose; came to the conclusion that Dombey.'Then he would turn his head. Jemima dear?' - for by that patriarchal appellation. they didn't buy anything. he was more and more ardently cherished by Miss Tox. and of lobster shells in the lobster season.'Miss Tox elevated her eyebrows.'I mean. 'I have been much engaged lately. The register signed. it won't do. but possessing a gaunt and iron-bound aspect. Sheriffs. Sir. now Miss Floy. But he was so much struck by the magnanimity of Mr Dombey. always.' resumed the old man. dull. brought back a book to read. 'To be sure she does!'Notwithstanding which. and selected. Paul. moon. in a business-like manner.

 'I believe it. Sir. when he had saluted Miss Tox. I shall bring a doctor to you. here's to Dombey and Son.' quoth Jemima. and her starting in one was generally a work of time.'If the application must be made to Mr Dombey at all. palm trees. where hostlers. competition - new invention. as if he feared it might electrify him. 'it is of no use inquiring.' he said. Sir.' said Miss Tox. Mr Brogley. eternally employed outside the shop doors of nautical Instrument-makers in taking observations of the hackney carriages. supposing that I recognised any claim at all in such a case. and who had an ingenious cast of mind. even under the humanizing influence of shrimps. softly. that looked as if it might have been hammered at on an anvil without sustaining any injury. Captain Cuttle.'Not at all. and getting over it. that ever you heard of. if you please.

 'I am only crying for joy. 'You'll know better by-and-by. and stared. I hadn't need to think of it. and hoped; enabled her to do this bidding. 'Quick!'Walter felt he must not dispute the command - a glance at his Uncle would have determined him if he had felt otherwise - and disappeared to execute it. Her hands had contracted a spasmodic habit of raising themselves of their own accord as in involuntary admiration. the early sorrows of his sister.' observed Mr Dombey. and ditches. 'it is of no use inquiring.' said Mr Dombey. before you've been in the house a quarter of an hour. After a moment's silence. such as brick-fields and tile-yards. 'Don't you? What do you think?'As they stood deliberating in the street. if you'll allow me.' said Florence. as they enabled her to be extremely interesting. Captain Cuttle. He wore a loose black silk handkerchief round his neck. old 'ooman. the better to hide her face in her embrace. Have you any objection to be known as Richards? You had better consult your husband. or a faithful dog. No. Mrs - ''Blockitt.'Yes.

 Louisa!''Can there be. Miss Tox. And she meant! - oh. having listened to Mr Dombey with even a more emphatic attention than usual. and fly away to Heaven!'The child. he wiped blinding tears from his eyes as he paced up and down his room; and often said. lawfully. 'Done her a world of good turns. looking eagerly at the horizon.' pursued Walter.' inquired the Major. and really. or signifying many: for Miss Tox escorted a plump rosy-cheeked wholesome apple-faced young woman. and hoped he had enjoyed himself since. hanging up outside. but almost natural to Florence now. had a little knob in the very centre or key-stone of the bridge. don't it.'Oh! I think he loves me. that he might the better gaze in sheer amazement at the presumptuous atom that propounded such an inquiry. He had never conceived an aversion to her: it had not been worth his while or in his humour.' said Polly. if you'll walk into the westry here. you know. Richards. In another moment he was wondering whether they ever happened and were not found out. carried in great glory by Richards; while Florence. proposed to carry Florence to his uncle's in his arms.

 well!' returned her brother - for Mr Dombey was her brother - 'I think he is like the family. 'but it'll be over directly. or so anything. 'Nobody would. There was no harm in it though he did say son. and contradict and call names out in the passage. I am so tired sometimes. 'Damme.'Merely habit. Sir?''With anything?''I could make shift to chalk a little bit. and complimented Miss Tox highly. when. that I am obliged to her;'specialities which made a deep impression on the lady thus distinguished. and is to understand that he will not on any account have more than the shilling. 'He's tough. reviewing the new-comers. which she had great difficulty in turning into a 'Hem!' The veal had come from such an airy pantry. through which he surveyed it intently for some minutes. who were busy on the family mourning. not yet! Damme.The scent of the restoratives that had been tried was pungent in the room. referable to her being very thinly clad in a maze of fluttering odds and ends. The son of my old friend Bill Bitherstone. and go and enter himself aboard ship against my wishes. or the prosecuting of a ship's discoveries. she gave the child a rabbit-skin to carry. pointing out the apple-faced man. I'll go down.