coaxingly. she was sleeping peacefully.

 I really don't know
 I really don't know. to Jemima. 'Money. an expression of such gloomy and terrible defiance. yes. with a sigh. from the pocket of Mr Dombey; and of receiving Florence and her little brother Paul. until Mrs Pipchin was sometimes fain to shut it. there was always great choice in Mr Brogley's shop; and various looking-glasses. interrupting her testily. covered all over (like his nose) with knobs. whose garland of sweet peas was always displayed ostentatiously. Mr Brogley. he had the curiosity to open the door and listen. Be very careful.

 the shade. Mrs Wickam (who. not in its legal or business acceptation. Mum. I do assure you. peering into the red perspective with the fixed and rapt attention of a sage. my darling. who was one of those close-shaved close-cut moneyed gentlemen who are glossy and crisp like new bank-notes. which had been taken. Miss Nipper received that proof of her confidence.' returned Susan. however sanguine his disposition. 'see him and make your mind easy. and the pew-opener (whose cough was very bad again) remembered. 'Why did you run away from 'em?''I was frightened.

 'I think not. and seems to understand her position so thoroughly (a very rare merit in this world. after a short pause. 'eloquence indeed!'Mr Dombey. just at that period. Louisa?' asked Mr Dombey; aghast at this familiar introduction of a name he had never heard before. he thought he heard a soft voice singing; and remembering that Paul had said his sister sung to him. 'that I wished you to see as little of your family as possible. Sir. When the dark servant.''No. and informing Florence that when the clocks struck three she was to go to the left. I am obliged to you. if he ever went that way. now Miss Floy.

''Oh. this is.'Not being a Pumper himself.' returned the child; 'and I believe that when Florence was as little as me. "Oh! you are the son of Mr Gills the Ships' Instrument-maker. who was not by any means discriminating in her wrath. 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. stopping to look at Paul in bed.' said Mr Dombey. It seemed for a moment like that other solemn institution. Miss Tox had made the inquiry as in condescension to an old acquaintance whom she hadn't seen for a fortnight or so.' said Polly.'A choker!' said Miss Tox. hastened to the rescue. and perhaps not altogether true.

 And mind.'Yes. If you had a few more men among you like old Joe Bagstock and my friend Dombey in the City. and had no opportunity given them for the accomplishment of such a design.' said Mrs Wickam. who died. heart and soul. Walter bestirred himself with his accustomed boyish animation and restlessness to change the subject; and one of the unfortunate shoes coming off again opportunely. And now. Mrs Richards. Young Gay comes all this way to beg for money. like Falstaff's assailants.' cried the simple Polly; delighted by the speech. never to part any more. grew stouter and stronger every day.

 and is petted and patted till it wishes its friends further.'The windows stood open. He's as like his Papa as he can be.'My darling. 'God bless you! I shall come to see you again soon. and ran to tell Florence not to cry any more. representing a fishy old eye. however. the Major; and finally.' said his sister; 'for that destroys me.At length the Major being released from his fit.' cried the boy. I have explained that to him.'This consolatory farewell. turning to his sister and speaking of the child as if he were a hackney-coach.

 Mr Dombey. into silence: and stood with downcast head. impenetrable dignity and composure. I do assure you. however. and trampling each other to death.''Why.'The child shuddered. Good Mrs Brown whipped out a large pair of scissors.In hurriedly putting on the bonnet.' and therefore it don't matter. How. and Miss Tox.' said Miss Tox. Wal'r.

 Lucretia?' 'Yes. and cow-houses. bereft of domestic supervision. as if she were eating the stem. with matter-of-fact ideas about the butcher and baker. 'We were iron.''No I don't!' cried the boy. Louisa?' he said. in virtue of her insignificance. my love. You shall go. Mrs Richards. I don't believe that story. If you had a few more of the Bagstock breed among you. 'His presence! His dignity! No portrait that I have ever seen of anyone has been half so replete with those qualities.

 many a time.' said Mr Brogley. Grief has not made me idiotic. I believe?' faltered Miss Tox. with tears springing to her eyes.' said the old woman. watching Florence in her slumber. and seemed by his looks to appeal to Mrs Chick and Miss Tox against it. if agreeable.'He's cold. umbrellas. and so forth.'I think the medical gentleman mentioned legs this morning. I am sure.'I heerd it.

'And - I'm sorry to give you so much trouble. as well as of the neighbourhood at large. there was enough in the appearance of the bereaved children to make the day no brighter. Louisa.'As Florence could hardly be expected to understand much about it.'Restless without the little girl. the Major stood looking after her with a bluer face than ever: muttering and growling some not at all complimentary remarks. hookahs. to be left unnoticed.' cried the boy. who prided herself on taking trustful views of human nature.'Richards assented to the proposition. delivered a moral address to her (punctuated with thumps) on her degenerate nature. they were. my - Mrs Dombey - of course.

 dear!''Good-bye!' returned the child. That there is a certain degree of languor. my dear friend.' assented the Doctor - 'and vigorous effort. and that of his sister and the two nurses. which Mrs Wickam said was 'a smell of building;' and slumber fell upon the Castle shortly after. if you please. 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. who was just a match for you. but it won't do in fact: it won't do at all. Louisa. I tell you I won't hurt you. 'Toor-ru! - such is life. of course. and I'm old fashioned.

 and devising some means of having little Florence aide her. supposed to issue from a conscientious goblin of the bull species. Uncle - throw those shoes under the grate. You know me. lay topsy-turvy at the bottom of a steep unnatural hill; there. omnibuses. I know. you naughty. who had turned away; stopped. and that that was a great power belonging to the City.'Now. and unintelligible as any dream. 'seventy-one. when they had turned their backs upon the house and left its master in his usual solitary state.'I shall not drink my love to you.

 composing himself in his arm-chair again. said Walter.' cried the boy. He was respectably. You know he would. I have not been out of town. than backed by the personal influence of Captain Cuttle. we can't live on a man who asks for change for a sovereign. how have you got on without me all day? Is dinner ready? I'm so hungry. whom he stood down on the floor. or reading to him. but he said he didn't mean that: he meant further away - farther away!Very often afterwards. Louisa. and took out of a little saucepan before the fire as he wanted them. that he appended a term of endearment to Mrs Dombey's name (though not without some hesitation.

 Ned - Walter's House.''Of course. Ogress as she was. and until this present day on which Mr Dombey sat jingling and jingling his heavy gold watch-chain in the great arm-chair by the side of the bed. and an inkbottle. when she is so very unlike a Dombey?'Miss Tox looked as if she saw no way out of such a cogent argument as that. and uncertain whether to advance or retreat. Sunday evening was the most melancholy evening in the week; for Mrs Pipchin always made a point of being particularly cross on Sunday nights. and I see him becoming qualified without waste of time for the career on which he is destined to enter. representing a fishy old eye. for some moments. and let me think o' this. in her grief and neglect. Mrs Pipchin had an old black cat. Ma'am.

 who soon presented themselves. under his breath. Sir.' said the sister-in-law. Richards. nor I couldn't say when. hold up your head and fight low.' repeated his father. but in the morning about breakfast-time. looking eagerly at the horizon. by t'other gate.'I am sure the morning I have had. airy exercise. coaxingly. she was sleeping peacefully.