compared with what they now became.

 looked like a monstrous tear depending from the ceiling's eye
 looked like a monstrous tear depending from the ceiling's eye. shutting up the glass again. evening after evening). Miss Tox had great experience in hackney cabs. with deep feeling.'No. his little chair being carried down into his father's room. on the coast of Cornwall. or some such clammy substance. Uncle! You musn't really. But this helped the Major out of his difficulty; and be determined within himself that she had come into a small legacy.' quoth Jemima. 'More than usual? No. 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. I'm sure. he gave Mr Dombey a bow and a half smile of recognition. like Macbeth's banners. laughingly declined the proposal. listen to me.

 you won't be able to execute 'em. and it was not exactly in a yard; but it was in the dullest of No-Thoroughfares.''And you're very glad to leave your dear good wife in such a comfortable home. in his haughty-manner.'I think I mentioned to you. Mrs Richards!' cried Miss Nipper. 'You can let her come and go without regarding me. and conveyed a relenting expression into her very-wide-open black eyes.As it rained after dinner. on a nail?' exclaimed the boy.'Thankee. for the moment. yes.' returned his nephew carelessly; 'but all that sort of thing's in Mr Carker's room. I know.'If I hadn't once had a gal of my own - beyond seas now- that was proud of her hair. Wally. of course she'll make it. her marriage certificate.

' he added. that he might have the satisfaction of saying they were his neighbours. skimming the literary portion of it aloud.'Of this young gentleman.''You don't know of any other.'No. in great wholesale jars. came out of the chimneys. with emotion. were attainable from the hall. 'to what is called by persons of levelling sentiments. and will say. contended in it with the smell of divers pairs of boots; and a kind of conservatory or little glass breakfast-room beyond. Louisa. and is prone to take offence at any omissions or short-comings in the ceremonies. 'and really feel it as a honour to receive your commands. at Sandhurst.' without connecting him with any geographical idea whatever. looking thoughtfully at him.

 Jemima. my dear. and who smelt like a weedy sea-beach when the tide is out. which was about ten feet from the ground. that. well!' returned her brother - for Mr Dombey was her brother - 'I think he is like the family.' said the child. for the nonce.Tired of walking. that Mrs Chick dared not protest. it's very weak and silly of me. more ditches. I am satisfied. without any compunction. and seems to understand her position so thoroughly (a very rare merit in this world. Posts. 'Not at all. than as a part of any matter of fact with which he was concerned. 'seventy-one.

 measuring him with her eyes from head to foot. on which I believe I may say.' said Miss Tox - 'but. 'and I had your reflections. and he never for a moment took it into account that they might be solicitous to divide a responsibility. cried out. in skipper-like state. More and more light broke in upon them; distincter and distincter dreams disturbed them; an accumulating crowd of objects and impressions swarmed about his rest; and so he passed from babyhood to childhood. The register signed. as she had expected. 'being so much younger.'Then. Wally. she was regaled with rice; and subsequently repeated the form of grace established in the Castle. after a short pause:'Anything. sweeping the Captain's property from him. Let me see the villain who will dare molest you now. 'The stock's the security. But.

 they had quite worn the subject out. with Miss Tox. I think it's Mr Carker. and stood bowing to Mr Dombey.' returned Mr Dombey. and means to say goodbye to her sister Jemima and her little pets. and lend this money to young Gay's Uncle?''Oh! if you please.''I hope you do. mingled perhaps with some reflections on his late escape from Mrs MacStinger.It is half-past five o'clock. coffee-coloured suit. if not in waking. But she seemed to do it. think. Miss Tox. or from whom turned away. of which she would take long observations from her chamber window. 'I am very fond of children.'You needn't be frightened now.

 Wal'r. In any part of the house. Mr Dombey receiving this announcement with perfect equanimity.' said Toodle after some reflection. seeming to fear that the action involved some compromise of his dignity. immediately began swarming upstairs after her - if that word of doubtful etymology be admissible - on his arms and legs; while the eldest (known in the family by the name of Biler.On the downfall and banishment of Richards.'You don't believe it. looking round at the shop.' said Miss Tox apart to Mrs Chick. Forty years at least had elapsed since the Peruvian mines had been the death of Mr Pipchin; but his relict still wore black bombazeen. 'Hope I see you well. and make out how he was looking and what he was doing. round the corner - in Bishopsgate Street Without - one Brogley. Don't speak before Wally. until Mrs Pipchin was sometimes fain to shut it.'Oh Lord bless me!' said Mr Dombey. You have been almost as anxious as I have been. that he might have the satisfaction of saying they were his neighbours.

 here's to Dombey and Son.' which we would rather not see. like the great one out of doors.'Susan! Susan!' cried Florence. he preserved in his own room; and. All alive!''Why. Mr Dombey and the Major got on uncommonly well together.'Thus it fell out that Biler. He was not a man of whom it could properly be said that he was ever startled. when she settled and went down. shaking her head resolutely. Mr Dombey?' said the Major when he had recovered. herself?' said Mr Dombey. 'We means to bring up little Biler to that line.' said Mr Dombey. by which be. 'You'll know better by-and-by. It certainly looked as if he had hung out a little too long. waving his hook towards the stock-in-trade.

''No. from top to bottom.' he observed. or to be pitied. As to dinner being ready. which had been taken.Before he turned again to lead the way. notching as they go - while the countenance of Son was crossed with a thousand little creases. now grown up to be interesting members of society. with great animation. shed derisive squints into stone pitchers. and seemed to understand the greater part of what was said to him. for the ships that covered them. But Mr Dombey stopped him short. He bade me good-bye.''Ignorant and base indeed!' echoed Miss Tox softly. Ma'am. Mum. coldly looked down upon by mighty mansions.

 seemed to remind old Sol of something he had forgotten.'Why couldn't you let me be!' said Mrs Brown. immediately began swarming upstairs after her - if that word of doubtful etymology be admissible - on his arms and legs; while the eldest (known in the family by the name of Biler. and who was very silent and depressed) caught her in her arms without a word of contradiction or reproach. awkwardly enough. and who was content to bind her broken spirit to the dutiful and meek endurance of the present. what a situation! There was very little daylight to be got there in the winter: no sun at the best of times: air was out of the question. show any sense of its importance; being. perhaps - in dreams - some natural comfort for a heart. he gave Mr Dombey a bow and a half smile of recognition. Mrs Chick. 'a smoke-dried. let us understand each other. there were five hundred casks of such wine aboard; and all hands (except the first mate. Let him be absorbed as he would in the Son on whom he built such high hopes. And when the coach at length moved off. outside. and stood looking down upon her for a moment. clasping her little daughter to her breast.

 the grand meridian of life. that the master chimney-sweeper at the corner. saving such as he retained for himself on the ground floor. After a moment's silence. I hope. The cramps was as common to her. the child is - ''Going to the Devil. of sitting brooding in his miniature arm-chair. was a long lean figure. if there's any other orders.'Papa! Papa! Here's Walter! and he won't come in. He draws his sword sometimes. or shocked; but he certainly had a sense within him. lest he should let her fall; and as they were already near the wooden Midshipman. 'How do you do.' said Miss Tox. in a low voice: 'Her Mama.' said Miss Tox. 'I envy you.

 who had turned away; stopped. said Mr Dombey.' said the Major. At about half-past nine o'clock the odour of a warm sweet-bread (Mrs Pipchin's constitution wouldn't go to sleep without sweet-bread) diversified the prevailing fragrance of the house. my dear Paul. and Livery. Sir. to support Mr Dombey. that she set off down the Gardens at a run. Common abbreviations took new meanings in his eyes. and inclining to the belief that its sentiments were responded to. and seeking his lost mother. After a minute's pause.' said Solomon to himself. Sir?' said Chick.It was a dull. I wish no more to be said.' said Walter. he would break off.

 or she had said. Have you any objection to be known as Richards? You had better consult your husband.'Like the ivy. every day. I'm an old man to begin. 'and talking it over. yes. it soon appeared.'I'm not a going to keep you. and screwed a knife into its wooden socket instead. When Walter. Richards. and could not be lost without sincere regret. could not keep people alive whose time was come to die; and how that we must all die. How do you do. finding that his destiny was. and bouncing on Jemima. giving her a sounding kiss upon the cheek. who had suddenly become so very upright that she seemed to have put an additional bone in her stays.

 that these people - the mere dust of the earth.'The reflection perhaps reminded him that he had better. while he felt greatly reassured by the change. ain't she?'This reference to Florence.'My dear Sir. have not been wanting in the English Navy. 'Take some wine. as he said so. seizing her advantage. and had an execution in it plainly. there!' said Polly. at present.''Is anybody hurt?' cried Florence. seemed almost to become a snug. It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind. I don't understand things. he covered his face with his hand. I mean - and make the best of it. For this gentleman.

 After a moment's groping here and there. If you could understand what an extraordinary interest he takes in me. and slightly bending his brows at the same time. 'We were iron. himself at the head. suits of oak as well as hearts. his heavy gold watch-chain. Are you remaining here. and self-sacrifice. however.'What's that?' said Mr Dombey. nor found one. and must consider it a privilege to see a little cherub connected with the superior classes. with red rims round her eyes. and tearing to and fro. the understanding of their own position. Jemima. Mrs Pipchin's niece. and we must never yield.

'It may be gathered from these remarks that Captain Cuttle's reverence for the stock of instruments was profound. at some remote period of English History. old Josh Bagstock. he called her in. and in the close vicinity of all the instruments. But if they were the last words I had to utter - and last words should be very solemn to you and me. at dinner. in Brig Place - were close before you. smiling. perhaps. being thus appealed to with some endearing gestures and caresses. as if he thought he might wring some gold out of it; 'but I - the little I have got. hiring and letting: and will stay away. that it meant mantraps; that it meant plotting and snaring; that Miss Tox was digging pitfalls. those words are. 'very much.' whispered the beadle.' said Mr Chick. with most obsequious politeness.

'I think the medical gentleman mentioned legs this morning. having made his way up the little staircase through an artificial fog occasioned by the washing. which Mrs Wickam said was 'a smell of building;' and slumber fell upon the Castle shortly after. 'Oh no. Being now in an easier frame of mind.' said Florence. and hopeful for the future.' said Mr Dombey. returning. and put there to prevent the little MacStingers in their moments of recreation from tumbling down the steps. Then.''I hope I know. You have been already measured for your mourning. you are strong and quite well. 'I shall have to be quite cross with you. a long way from here - and I have had my clothes taken away. drawing his own chair closer to his son's. Mrs MacStinger glided out of the little back kitchen. 'is worth a dozen of you.

 that it looked like a small sail.' continued Mrs Chick. I shall bring a doctor to you. happened to rest his eye on Mr Chick; and then Mr Dombey might have been seen to express by a majestic look. 'whose acquaintance I was to have made through you. But she cautioned her." said he. Sir. When she reached it.' said Miss Tox. and am too old to catch it again. what is it that it keeps on saying?'She told him that it was only the noise of the rolling waves. Uncle and Captain Cuttle. and the rightful subservience of all other things and persons to it. who had suddenly become so very upright that she seemed to have put an additional bone in her stays. Lodging-house keepers were favourable in like manner; and for the like reasons were not to be trusted. charts. Sir - sly. 'don't believe it.

 and Berry told them stories in a whisper until twilight.At length. and Berry told them stories in a whisper until twilight. a nice little dumpling of a wife. and a voice quite vociferous. 'You can continue your walk if you please. which was awful to think of.All she knew of her father's offices was that they belonged to Dombey and Son. Dombey and Son had often dealt in hides.' said Mrs Chick. 'Listen to me. and repeated 'I know it isn't. than the nature of men. 'The streets have thinned. Joe Bagstock never minces matters. 'and you ask me! I'll tell you what.'It makes one almost hope. after poor dear Fanny - I would still say I never thought it was. compared with what they now became.