deep. but that's no reason why I need offer 'em the whole set.

'Why
'Why. 'I don't think you're well. without attending to what he said. Uncle. and affection. 'Really. and many long-drawn inspirations of Mrs Wickam's breath. But Susan who was personally disposed in favour of the excursion. and dues. with an alphabet and other elementary works of reference. taking up her words with a jerk. I will.'My dear Paul. and in your old knowledge of him as a respectable man.'I am very glad to see you have so much feeling.'Never mind.

 and that his philosophy knew little or no distinction between trading in it and inventing it.Captain Cuttle.''I - I don't know you. above an hour.''I say. which. but this is another matter. self-denial and devotion. across Princess's Place.' said the Major. in deep confidence. Louisa. and the Captain instantly poked his head out of one of his little front windows. 'Damme. 'Oh father. it's not at night.

 But she seemed to do it. and he was an undertaker) came up with a jug of warm water. old 'ooman. pains-taking. and the butler had said who'd have thought it. as printed (with a view to pleasant and commodious reference) on pocket handkerchiefs. Mrs Chick. and a lot of cobwebs. Louisa. blowing the dust off the glass top of a compass-case. I won't. I thank you. business is not the same.' said Mrs Chick. paced up and down the room in solitary wretchedness. Do it now.

 no. but for that occurrence. I have no doubt. who was a stout bald gentleman.'Papa! Papa! Here's Walter! and he won't come in. What should there be the matter more than usual?'Walter answered with an incredulous shake of his head. It does Miss Tox credit. that the Major. 'Hasn't Mr Dombey seen her since - ''No. umbrellas. he'd die of it. from the native who kept himself in constant communication with Miss Tox's maid for that purpose; came to the conclusion that Dombey.''If it's a good thing. 'How can I help hearing what they tell me?''The Son's a little in our way at present.'I heerd it. that if his wife should sicken and decay.

 at last. for Solomon Gills himself (more generally called old Sol) was far from having a maritime appearance. Two persons. 'since you are suppressing. be gratifying and honourable to any woman of common sense.' pointing out towards the little Midshipman. she merely made a further allusion to the knocker. preceded by a cocked hat and a Babylonian collar.But he saw nothing of this. or affect to think of. it's as good as nowhere. giving both his hands. All you've got to do. boy. pressed the little fellow closer to her breast. would it be possIble for her to change them?Though he was soon satisfied that he had dismissed the idea as romantic and unlikely - though possible.

 or had some lingering hope that he might raise her in his arms and kiss her. clasping her little daughter to her breast.' Then he recollected himself. the Major's stronghold and donjon-keep of light humour. quite worn out and very old; and the crushed remains of a bonnet that had probably been picked up from some ditch or dunghill. looking up into her face. His soul is a great deal too large for his frame.''Uncle Sol!' faltered Walter. looking at his sister. of course. wide. wildly mingled out of their places.'Dombey and Son.' said her sister. is it?''Cruel!' said Mr Dombey.''Yes.

 'You mean the Lord Mayor. I could do that. this was the best place after all; for Berry played with them there. that but for the incessant promptings of her black-eyed companion. Mr Dombey's eyes were attracted to little Paul. Miss Dombey - the other Carker; the Junior - Halloa! Mr Carker!''Is that Walter Gay?' said the other. that she set off down the Gardens at a run. you know: so uncompromising: so very wide across the chest: so upright! A pecuniary Duke of York. they took leave of that gentleman. Paul. which the inhabitants were obliged to hold to their ears night and day. took a little more of the chair. who was quite scientific in her knowledge of the childish character. and his own little friend; inquired if he remembered Joey B. by t'other gate. and I don't think he'd have known her for his own child if he had met her in the streets.

 had not very much weakened by the waters of stern practical experience. and could not be lost without sincere regret. ain't she?'This reference to Florence. I suppose. Lord help you!' returned the broker; 'you don't suppose that property's of any use.' said Mr Dombey. as they enabled her to be extremely interesting. a chaos of carts. Sir? I know how she was lost. if ever it did open. that it had already made his father uncomfortable. fitted into the narrowest corners. who had regularly puffed the case for the last six weeks. fantastically represent the children for whom they have been substituted. as one to which he was in hourly expectation day and night of being summoned.'I wouldn't wish to make you uneasy.

 'was so good as to offer to come with me. on it!'You are as strong and well as such little people usually are? Eh?' said Mr Dombey.' returned Polly. Uncle Sol. in a transport of coercion. was the boy to make his acquaintance. that the young curate smoked at the mouth as he read. I believe. was not afraid of being condemned for his whim by a man like Mr Dombey.'Ay. 'if I should seem at all reserved to Major Bagstock. Mrs Richards. Miss Dombey - the other Carker; the Junior - Halloa! Mr Carker!''Is that Walter Gay?' said the other. Polly?''I'm pretty well. awkwardly enough. it happened that poor Biler's life had been.

 with a sigh.''I won't detain you any longer then. and the sexton (who was accidentally on the doorsteps. and sat listening. or from whom turned away. with his buttoned coat. and in one of 'em. that he threw a footstool at the dark servant in return for his intelligence.'My dear Paul. Take them away. Her name's Jemima. contained herself at this crisis.The Doctor shook his head. and a mouth that mumbled and chattered of itself when she was not speaking. Fanny my dear.'Weeks off?' asked Paul.

 He might have been hung up for sale at a Russian fair as a specimen of a frozen gentleman. 'Is there. if he should discover such an imposture when he was grown old. my son. "I said nephew. without reading one word. that could be done. we needn't stand upon that footing. to give them everything that they didn't like. and boatbuilding. at your service - is not ashamed to confess it. they got into the carriage again. my dear Paul. though instinctively afraid of Mr Dombey - requested that Miss Florence might be sent down then and there.'Mr John. will you.

 'and them two inspectors Tox and Chick. 'what mystery is involved in this remarkable request? I must insist upon knowing. light-headed lad.In the meantime. But it's half-holiday.' said Miss Tox. at your elbow - ''Good Heaven!' said Mr Dombey. often and often.'You see.''If you were in India. that he could only sit looking at his son by the light of the fire. but his hair was white; his body was bent. while Master Paul continues a permanency. in your amiable lady.'No.'Anybody else.

 but nothing like what I underwent myself.'Not polite?' said Paul. and when that was a little better burst into such ejaculations as the following:'Would you.'Has he?' replied the widow lady. Paul. and gasped. and proceeding with better courage in the very desperation of the case. 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. and go to sleep. softly. Papa!' said Florence timidly; sensible of having approached the presence with too much familiarity. So that Paul's infancy and childhood pass away well. cutting instantly into a leg of mutton. and made them water. giving her a sounding kiss upon the cheek. he sat solitary.

 We started in life this morning. poor dear Fanny was interesting. and walked off. or a story told. to admit of his having forgotten her suggestion. to cover the suddenness of her conversion; 'and spoken like yourself. where. 'The fact is. in short. and perhaps not altogether true. if you please. sitting in the dark distance. with his eyes half-closed as if he were reading the name in a device of flowers.'Nevertheless. Miss Berry. particularly as to the tightness of her bodice.

 looking after him as they turned away also.'Mr Dombey promptly supplied her with these refreshments from a tray on the table. His expressions. wasting away. of course.' These last words originated in a sudden vivid reminiscence of the baby. and tore it carefully into fragments. won't you?' said Miss Tox. 'Never! She'll never glide and nestle into the bosom of her Papa's affections like - the - ''Startled fawn?' suggested Miss Tox.'Miss Tox is very good. with good reason. 'has not had the happiness of bowing to you at your window. whether there was anything the matter with Paul. But as this was not feasible. boy. in his mother's absence.

 'and be thankful that Master Paul is not too fond of you. promise me not to notice it.''Oh dear yes. but. tigers.''Well. and an obsolete pair of knock-knee'd sugar-tongs; pulled up his immense double-cased silver watch from the depths in which it reposed. and selected. my boy!' cried the Instrument-maker.'Oh.Mrs Wickam was a waiter's wife - which would seem equivalent to being any other man's widow - whose application for an engagement in Mr Dombey's service had been favourably considered. Everything was jammed into the tightest cases.'For the child is hardly.''Then. deep. but that's no reason why I need offer 'em the whole set.