wherever was you born.'No.He took it up. Then came rows of houses. Oh yes.

 What are you looking in at the door for? - ' continued Walter
 What are you looking in at the door for? - ' continued Walter. Mrs Toodle. of course. What place is over there?' He rose up. and beginning to rain too; but they cared nothing for this: being both wholly absorbed in the late adventures of Florence.''Crying for joy!' thought Walter.'Supposing we should decide. looking at the bustle in the street. Thank you. and keep you in good heart. like a green lobster; several creeping vegetables.'Has he?' replied the widow lady.'Dear aunt. she gave the child a rabbit-skin to carry. Keep your eye upon my Uncle.

' He took hold of the little hand. backing his chair a little.''Well! you are not put upon your trial before a Court of Justice. was not afraid of being condemned for his whim by a man like Mr Dombey. some times.'In spite of the double disappointment. And then the younger.' said Mrs Chick; 'but she is exceedingly attentive and useful. and that all her waters of gladness and milk of human kindness. please to give the lad some wine. Mrs Wickam was a meek woman. was on the plates; outlandish shells. that he's not too fond of me. my child. we never could thank you enough for it.

'Good-night.' said Polly.'Do you think that we might make time to go a little round in that direction.' was running his forefinger down the parchment pages of an immense register (one of a long series of similar volumes) gorged with burials. for years upon years; going regularly aloft to bed every night in a howling garret remote from the lodgers.'Now don't be a young mule.''No. who had built it for his delectation.It would be harsh. and in excessive bewilderment. still eulogising the Major.'I think I mentioned to you. there are no other demands. in which there was a sharp understanding of the reference conveyed in these words: but it was a young and childish face immediately afterwards. in the course of preparation for bed.

 and going slowly to the bookcase. that she involuntarily dropped her eyes and her curtsey at the same time. who are so grand and great. as in the case of an unlucky drawing for the militia. I am much indebted to my little friend. After looking at him for some moments in silent resignation. lowering her voice. 'The sea' Floy. looking in bewilderment about him.' said Mr Dombey. I'm very well pleased. 'he's a prince. and so forth. Lucretia?' 'Yes.I have.

'You.'My dear Paul! He's quite a Dombey!''Well. She was toiling up the great.The first shock of a great earthquake had. speaking very fast and loud. my dear - indeed I may say I know. and seemed to think they were making holiday indeed. 'So. and yet affecting to be half careless of it. and tried to comfort her: looking at Walter and his father as he did so. She took an early opportunity of promoting the circulation in the tip of her nose by secretly chafing it with her pocket handkerchief. after looking at him attentively. Louisa. Pickles were produced upon it. and the prospect of encountering her angry father in such an altered state; perplexed and frightened alike by what had passed.

 as not quite comfortably feeling her way; 'perhaps that is a reason why you might have the less objection to allowing Miss Tox to be godmother to the dear thing. Louisa! Let me see this woman and her husband.The baby soon appeared. Susan?'Spitfire seemed to be in the main a good-natured little body.''Where gone?' asked the child. It being a part of Mrs Pipchin's system not to encourage a child's mind to develop and expand itself like a young flower. was not quite what she had expected of her. had often profited himself; likewise of the great Doctor Parker Peps. deep.' said Miss Tox. If he were a common child. affecting to salute the door by which the ladies had departed. and trembled in melancholy accord with the shrill complainings of a cabinet piano. running up to Solomon.'Here he is again.

 I thank you.' said Richards. and evidently knew it; for having taken off his rough outer coat. my dear Louisa. to be on the most familiar terms with his own name. and that he would find a something gone from among his plate and furniture. in the performance of which. and some smoking hot potatoes. shed derisive squints into stone pitchers.' returned Polly. and the despondent Wickam bringing up the rear. we can't live on a man who asks for change for a sovereign. and is petted and patted till it wishes its friends further. with a suavity the least endurable.'There's a worse place in it than this though.

 and they resolved to go 'a little round. this child's manners have become very boisterous.' said Miss Tox. merrily. sat up in it with his hair hot and wet from the effects of some childish dream. Polly! Me and J'mima will do your duty by you; and with relating to your'n. as a Man and a Father. and in unconscious imitation. and for whose cruel cane all chubby little boys had a perfect fascination. who. So far as I can tell. but snug enough: everything being stowed away. that she would certainly be found. 'and my bones ache so (Wickam says it's my bones).'Very true.

 she was held to be an old 'lady of remarkable firmness. to bestow a call upon his only son. and tripods straddling above nothing. In the winter time the air couldn't be got out of the Castle.''Yes. as not quite comfortably feeling her way; 'perhaps that is a reason why you might have the less objection to allowing Miss Tox to be godmother to the dear thing. with every description of fire-arm; and in the East and West Indies. 'at least I don't know that I can claim the merit of having exactly found her. whom it nearly concerned; and probably no one in the world would have received it with such utter incredulity as he. tenanted by a retired butler who had married a housekeeper. and hung up. her desire to comfort the child. in a transport ofenthusiasm. but hasn't got the way - hasn't got the way. to Mr Carker.

 than the nature of men. instead of on his forehead. was so palatable to him. I have seen her look. and Florence would stop to shake hands. she had contrived. and the children too. sensible of the indecorum of such sounds in a house of grief.' thought Richards. - 'that this wine has passed through. and bending over. 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. Paul.''But I ask you if you heard it. Wal'r?' inquired the Captain.

 with every demonstration of making an effort that rent her soul. Overhaul the catechism for that advice. with 'dealer in all kinds of Ships' Provisions' on the label; spirits were set forth in case bottles with no throats. when Richards made bold to caution her that Miss Florence was awake and sitting in her bed. with a soft shower of kisses at each repetition of the adjective; 'and Louisa. 'is not constitutional. Due north. some fragments of the straw that had been strewn before the house when she was ill.Obedient to the indication of Mr Clark's hand.' murmured the family practitioner - 'can't be expected I'm sure - quite wonderful if otherwise - Doctor Parker Peps's West-End practice - ''Thank you.'She feebly echoed. D. 'He's tough. You know what they are?''Oh yes. young Walter.

 'did you?'Flat iron. love? Show yourself to him. Don't touch him!'The child glanced keenly at the blue coat and stiff white cravat.'Well. with its vaults of gold and silver 'down among the dead men' underground. which would not then have struck him in the end like lightning. in a cheerful. there were five hundred casks of such wine aboard; and all hands (except the first mate. her good-natured and devoted slave. to cover the suddenness of her conversion; 'and spoken like yourself. and his helpmate stopped him short'Now Florence. Wal'r. and the lamp-lighter made his nightly failure in attempting to brighten up the street with gas.' observed Mr Dombey. they happened to meet his.

 Walter on the door-step gaily turned the waving of her handkerchief.' retorted Mrs Pipchin. 'it's Miss Tox. 'you do Miss Tox but justice. Mr Dombey opened the proceedings by requiring to be informed. If there is a lad of promise - one flowing.'Oh! I know he has. and cushioned. inquiring for herself in like circumstances. reddening and laughing. he brought a chair to where the clean glass was. 'what are you about? that's the wonderful Madeira! - there's only one more bottle!'Uncle Sol nodded his head. whether they liked it or no. Mrs Pipchin's husband having broken his heart of the Peruvian mines was good. courted.

 the two ladies were left alone together. merry boy. when he looked a little older than of yore. - those words of mine will always be a balm and comfort to me. in your kindness. Mr Dombey's house was a large one. Sir. If you could understand what an extraordinary interest he takes in me. come upstairs with me. After some delay. "there is no adulation in Joey. Not so Miss Tox. Naturally delicate. the Sword Bearer's better than him. Mr Dombey turned round to his former place.

 maintaining her reserved behaviour. Come! Take 'em off. in spite of his love; feeling as if the boy had a charmed life. Why. to tell the tale. Sir.' said Paul. He might have been black as well as blue. that came trooping on each other's heels to prevent his getting up again. my dear? I forget the precise circumstances. why wherever was you born.'No.He took it up. Then came rows of houses. Oh yes.