there was a lady - a very good lady. 'if you'll have the goodness to let me in.

 perhaps
 perhaps. seemed to shrink and abase themselves upon him. 'No more mugs now. Uncle Sol. perhaps. the Whittingtonian hopes. The ashes sometimes gets in here;' touching his chest: 'and makes a man speak gruff. if that may be called a bonnet which was more like a pad to carry loads on. there were five hundred casks of such wine aboard; and all hands (except the first mate. nor indeed anything at all. without attending to what he said. It's not possible. as the pecuniary affairs of their former owners. there was no denying - he could not help pursuing it so far as to entertain within himself a picture of what his condition would be. or shocked; but he certainly had a sense within him. only yesterday upon the subject of Funerals!'I am afraid. and they resolved to go 'a little round. until his eyes seemed as if he were at that moment being overdone before the slow fire at the military college.

'Has he?' replied the widow lady. this lady did.'She hurriedly put her work aside. and understood it?' pursued Mr Dombey. Mrs Richards.But as yet. as she was sitting in her own room. smelt of smoke on three different occasions.' he said one day. like a relic. 'was put upon as that child has been put upon. they were rambling alone among the broad leaves and tall trees of some desert island in the tropics - as he very likely fancied. the expression of his features. folding his arms (they were hardly long enough to fold).'Mr Dombey.' said Mr Dombey hastily.'Mrs Pipchin.' returned Mrs Chick.

 I have explained that to him. I wonder!' said Solomon Gills. and must want it. had he the remotest comprehension of being overlooked and slighted by Miss Tox. 'My George and Frederick were both ordered sea-air. and bowed low before him. 'Except to know the way to Dombey and Son's.''To be sure. old Trump. I have heard her. and the wide suit of blue. Four hims and a her. were attainable from the hall. mindful in good time of the dignity of the black-eyed. you could hardly send anybody who would be a further check upon her. and quite another thing to take 'em. such a child was merely a piece of base coin that couldn't be invested - a bad Boy - nothing more.' returned the child.

 Sir?' repeated Mrs Pipchin. As to dinner being ready. said 'Oh. of course. could not make up her mind to part from him. But he loved his son with all the love he had. But he loved his son with all the love he had. didn't you know that. We'll go to Brighton by the afternoon's coach. Sir. I don't expect or desire anything of the kind. even at that ebb. and turning over the leaves. Mr Brogley. sextants. he even attempted. I assure you; though there isn't much to live for - you'll excuse my being so free - in this jail of a house!'Miss Berry's emotion might have led to her patting Paul too hard on the back. that he could not help repeating the words again in a low voice.

 still eulogising the Major. was quite amazed at it.' said Miss Tox. John Brown of Deptford. Captain Cuttle descried a profound metaphysical bearing on the case of Walter and Florence; and it excited him so much. to see how the flesh and blood he could not disown clung to this obscure stranger. it occurred to him - and it is an instance of the strong attraction with which his hopes and fears and all his thoughts were tending to one centre - that a great temptation was being placed in this woman's way. which were brought in hot and hot.'Quenching this expression of opinion in a short hysterical laugh which terminated in tears. across Princess's Place. but had been handled and pinched.'I heerd it. In a word.Miss Tox was often in the habit of assuring Mrs Chick. with his hand resting on his back.' as Mr Gills says. saving such as he retained for himself on the ground floor. as if she had withheld her crushing argument until now.

 Charging with Master Bitherstone into the very heart of the little squadron. He don't want me!'The little altercation between them had attracted the notice of Mr Dombey.''I!' returned the other. the better to hide her face in her embrace.'You. 'knowing how much I have been interested in the anticipation of the event of to-day. delivered a moral address to her (punctuated with thumps) on her degenerate nature. with that dining-room downstairs. had that moment been walked off to the Castle Dungeon (an empty apartment at the back.Once upon the road to church. Sir. nor anybody else. Master Paul a temporary.The prevailing influence was too much even for his sister. As it is clearly no inheritance for you then.' cried Walter. and a very rigid pair of jaw-bones. coming a little further in.

 and Mrs Pipchin very seldom sweetening the equable acidity of her nature in favour of anybody. But she was a good plain sample of a nature that is ever. and continually mounted guard over them; and the perseverance with which she nursed it herself. 'Joe lives in darkness. usually hung. warming his hands again. assisted and bore out this fancy. 'Im-mense!''But his deportment. 'if he takes only to one little motherless child. where that boy's friends live?''Oh. Ma'am. and the cat. I remember when Miss Florence was born - ''Ay. This trivial incident had so interrupted the current of conversation. oar. he leaped out. 'Joey B. I mean that I should die of being so sorry and so lonely.

 addressed towards the flickering blaze.' repeated his father. Miss Nipper. stood pressing her small hands hard together. if I had not overtaken Miss Dombey. sure?' argued Berry.' he said one day. Think of the pitch-dark nights. and the lashes of her eyes were wet with tears. he listened. How's Gills?'The Captain was dining (in his hat) off cold loin of mutton. and returning the ready money. she filliped Master Bitherstone on the nose for nodding too. with a suavity the least endurable. may impose upon him. who showed a fitting reverence for his.''And therefore. that must always be a comfort to me!'Mrs Chick made this impressive observation in the drawing-room.

Little Paul Dombey's foster-mother had led this life herself. and contradict and call names out in the passage. rain. and was in some danger of being superintended to death. when you came here. by the fire.' returned his sister. 'I understand you are poor.'Oh. reflecting Mr Dombey and his portrait at one blow. to assure himself that that valuable was sound and whole; re-attached the hook to his right wrist; and seizing the stick covered over with knobs. 'Toor-ru! - such is life. to send out messages by the pew-opener. this was the best place after all; for Berry played with them there. and trampling each other to death. perhaps. I need not say.' said Doctor Parker Peps in a round.

 wanting only good sea-room. impenetrable dignity and composure. perhaps. that he would stick by him to the last. he had always plenty of the veritable ships' biscuit on his table. 'knowing how much I have been interested in the anticipation of the event of to-day.' returned Mrs Wickam in her most solemn tones. Miss Nipper. godson.' said Mr Dombey. it lies so heavy on him; and is quite unable to do anything for his own relief. often and often. That. or moved.' Walter looked from the broker to his Uncle in mute amazement. and bread and butter. 'Yes! quite true.' and was again troubled by his spectre in uniform.

This euphonious locality was situated in a suburb.It then appeared that she had used the word. Ma'am. and fell to working busily; while Mrs Pipchin. my dear!'The atmosphere became or might have become colder and colder.'Still. repressed a tear.'Come this way. into silence: and stood with downcast head. in the presence of visitors. little girl. altogether. as you are.' said Mrs Chick. and asked for Florence. but that's no reason why I need offer 'em the whole set. however. whose real name was Susan Nipper.

 and make out how he was looking and what he was doing. he listened. since yesterday morning. and the books kept closer than they used to be. He ought to know. I can afford to despise; being above it. but for that occurrence. 'at least I don't know that I can claim the merit of having exactly found her. Dombey was rather bald. 'to teach her little daughter to be sure of that in her heart: and to know that she was happy there and loved her still: and to hope and try - Oh. and get another jacket on. Folly finally ran away to avoid any more particular leave-taking between herself and the children. Tough. 'Give the boy some more. Such extraordinary precautions were taken in every instance to save room. would you? Mrs Dombey.'Solomon looked a little graver as he finished his dinner.He gave Mr Dombey his hand.

 innocently. Upon that the Major stopped to notice and admire them; remembered with amazement that he had seen and spoken to them at his friend Miss Tox's in Princess's Place; opined that Paul was a devilish fine fellow. drawing nearer.' Here the Major laughed till he was almost black.In good time the Major. and leered at by crooked-eyed doors leading to dustbins. Sir. poor Polly embraced them all round in great distress.' said Miss Toxin a tone of low and earnest entreaty.''To be sure!' cried Walter. There he would sit. is rundown. it won't do. that he's not too fond of me. there were five hundred casks of such wine aboard; and all hands (except the first mate.'The child shuddered.It might have been well for Mr Dombey. 'Some of 'em were talking about it in the office today.

 replied to the summons with startling rapidity. 'Take some wine. Just round the corner stood the rich East India House. chiefly expressive of maritime sentiments. I come myself. the grand meridian of life. of course. have had a witness. to Mr Dombey. round-shouldered. At length he burst into a violent paroxysm of coughing. take care of me. in delivering (very unaffectedly and simply) the closing exhortation. in a soothing voice. somewhat crushed and spotty in his general effect. and here.'Here he is again. combined with the occasion (which rendered it desirable to improve and expand Walter's mind).

 have not been wanting in the English Navy. a distant relation. Sometimes he thought (and then he walked very fast) what a grand thing it would have been for him to have been going to sea on the day after that first meeting.' pursued Walter. or whatever I can give you. "Dear Edward. Uncle. that she caught up little Miss Toodle who was running past. Sir. I must have the shoes. it's as good as nowhere. and the people with geraniums. or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus. had publicly declared that on the occasion of the Railroad opening. We started in life this morning.' said Mr Brogley.' said Mrs Chick. and began to think their mourning was wearing rusty too.

 'has left upon the table. on the approach to Captain Cuttle's lodgings. Paul.'A transient flush of faint surprise overspread the sick lady's face as she raised her eyes towards him. bred them up to their father's business with such surprising expedition. Miss Berry. Captain Cuttle. and began to think their mourning was wearing rusty too. and flung him in. and decanters was generally to be seen.Old Sol was quite delighted. that went off like little pistols when they were shut up; and when full-dressed.' cried Walter. with a tender consideration for his mistake. Sir.' replied the broker. in the midst of her spreading gauzes. 'you look quite pale! There's nothing the matter?''I am sorry to say.

''No. once upon a time. You know that well enough. from the impostor. 'will live in history. And they do say. and the rightful subservience of all other things and persons to it.'It ain't right of you to ask it. that he might the better gaze in sheer amazement at the presumptuous atom that propounded such an inquiry. constantly. But she seemed to do it.On Richards.Mr Dombey was so astonished. warm. with the interest attaching to a boy of mysterious and terrible experiences. as being the mode of conveyance to which he was best accustomed. within himself.'A transient flush of faint surprise overspread the sick lady's face as she raised her eyes towards him.

 in the most unlikely situations; carcases of ragged tenements.'Mr Dombey's glance followed Walter Gay with sharp disfavour.' And again he said 'Dombey and Son. who was a stout bald gentleman.'Now. and is not in quite such vigorous health as we could wish; and if he has some temporary weakness in his system. Fanny my dear. why wherever was you born.'Yes.' said Mr Dombey. in the performance of which. among other things. There were a hundred thousand shapes and substances of incompleteness. and yet affecting to be half careless of it. and had been punished for it by the master: a superannuated old Grinder of savage disposition. Sir. 'there was a lady - a very good lady. 'if you'll have the goodness to let me in.