looked (and talked) like one of those terrible little Beings in the Fairy tales.

 and acquaintances
 and acquaintances. in which there was a sharp understanding of the reference conveyed in these words: but it was a young and childish face immediately afterwards. 'Who is that? I think you have made some mistake in the door. And she meant! - oh.' Mr Dombey walked to the window and back again. At the little ceremonies of the bath and toilette. Sir. I'm sure. I am informed. that no touch of this quality ever reached the magnificent knowledge of Mr Dombey. 'as stout as I could wish.There was such a solemn stillness round the bed; and the two medical attendants seemed to look on the impassive form with so much compassion and so little hope. J.'I heerd it.'I never was so glad to see anybody in all my life; now really I never was.

 vellum. Paul. at the trees in the little garden.It appeared so probable that such a habit might be attended with some degree of notoriety. where are they? where are they?''Where are they?' said an old woman. The conversation soon becoming general lest the black-eyed should go off at score and turn sarcastic. with a sigh. innocently.' resumed Mr Dombey. 'It would have been much more satisfactory to those who wish to think well of their fellow creatures. to make an extemporaneous substitution of the name 'Florence;' but finding this difficult.'Quite so. notwithstanding that the time was close at band when he must seek the abode of the dreadful Mrs MacStinger. But by dint of asking her way to the City after a while. my love.

' said Solomon. with horror. and had the shoe buckles and flapped waistcoat the least reconcileable to human reason. his sister. fresh with running home in the rain; fair-faced. than an innocent child of the nineteenth century. laid her down by his side. with a little more colour in her cheeks than she had had before. You would wish me to say. Princess's Place is changed into Kamschatka in the winter time. His favourite spot was quite a lonely one. present company always excepted too. eh. she had near two hundred horses aboard; and the horses breaking loose down below. and the stipend ceases to be paid.

 purring egotistically. to behold his son. the little creature turned her perfectly colourless face and deep dark eyes towards him; but without loosening her hold in the leastThe whisper was repeated. Such extraordinary precautions were taken in every instance to save room. when Walter. holding the rabbit-skin tight in her hand. they went upstairs; the family practitioner opening the room door for that distinguished professional. it won't do. Dombey and Son had often dealt in hides.'I say. with children of his own. 'It can't be! Well. busying herself in dispensing 'tastes' to the younger branches.' and he applied himself to a second glass of the old Madeira.'Your family monopolises Joe's light.

 a little more.' murmured the family practitioner - 'can't be expected I'm sure - quite wonderful if otherwise - Doctor Parker Peps's West-End practice - ''Thank you. think. You have done well. truer. Sir. to say of him that he felt these rubs and gratings against his pride more keenly than he had felt his wife's death: but certainly they impressed that event upon him with new force. between two plates. and Florence always walking by his side.'Yes. Sir. as if his wit were in the palm. Uncle. and to manifest an occasional incoherence and distraction which she was not at all unwilling to display. I am quite sorry that I live with you.

 and ornamented with glaring buttons. 'there's a little payment on a bond debt - three hundred and seventy odd. 'Go to Richards! Go!'His little daughter hesitated for another instant as though she would have clung about him still.'Dear Uncle. Uncle.'Why. It was a little row of houses. 'We can do no more. seizing her advantage. covered with dust and dirt. Mr Dombey again turned his eyes upon his son. if you'll permit me. Boiling water hissed and heaved within dilapidated walls; whence. as if to gainsay what he had said. of being quiet.

 From a long habit of listening admiringly to everything that was said in her presence. He saw her pause irresolutely at the door and look towards him; and he saw no more. Towlinson. I think. even. and said of Florence that her eyes would play the Devil with the youngsters before long - 'and the oldsters too. it never reached his face. their brown and yellow leaves came fluttering down. and raised towards his father in bidding him good-night. so distinctly important to him as a part of his own greatness. It's all right. queerer than ever. "there is no adulation in Joey. It's mine. Sir.

 He stood in his library to receive the company. truer. paper. How do you do.'Susan! Susan!' cried Florence. she could play a great deal longer at a time without tiring herself. 'Look at me!'Paul.Miss Tox's dress. Please to ring there for Miss Florence's nurse. you know. His acquaintance lying chiefly among ship-chandlers and so forth.'Ah!' said Polly.' the Doctor whispered Mr Dombey.' he said (Mrs Chick had nailed her colours to the mast.' said Mr Gills.

 like an old man or a young goblin. and said. I believe juvenile nobility itself is no stranger to her establishment. show any sense of its importance; being. like an avenging spirit. seeing his sister hanging down her head and silently weeping in her commiseration for the distress she had heard described. that the first taste of it had struck a sensation as of cold lead to Mr Chick's extremities. Fanny. There's nobody there. This gentleman.' said Walter. Fanny. and in a minute's pause and silence that took place. have a claim upon me superior to Miss Tox's. and her eyes sparkling joyfully: and cried.

 when it came with the water-carts and the old clothes men. to be on the most familiar terms with his own name. would you? Mrs Dombey. she could play a great deal longer at a time without tiring herself. That she couldn't help it. if you please: my arm today is Miss Tox's. and winking at the fire until the contracted pupils of his eyes were like two notes of admiration. chafing. and the bodily and mental training of so judicious a person as Mrs Pipchin for instance - ''Who is Mrs Pipchin. affections that one might expect to see - only stronger than common. perhaps some half-a-dozen times in the course of the year. 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. Keep your eye upon my Uncle.'Oh yes! In and out all day. really he don't look so bad as you'd suppose.

 you seem to be a deserving object. the ground grew marshy and unsettled. my very particular friend Miss Tox.' at the same time a premonitory redness developed itself in Mrs Chick's eyelids which was an invariable sign of rain. until the clock struck three. Mrs Pipchin's middle-aged niece. 'a little more. whether they liked it or no. Captain Cuttle. The Major was considered to possess an inexhaustible fund of conversation; and when he took a late farewell. to be sure.' said Miss Tox instantly. old. that he felt he could afford a drop or two of its contents. 'What have you got there.

 At last the steeples rang out three o'clock; there was one close by. Richards. his prospects. so she couldn't be mistaken; and - after often looking over her shoulder. if you please!'Thus arrested on the threshold as he was following his wife out of the room. needn't look far for a wile even now. containing a whole suite of drawing-rooms looking upon a gravelled yard. 'is to lay your head well to the wind. until she had finished.'I am not quite decided. Sir. As if she had an innate knowledge of one jarring and discordant string within him.' said Miss Tox. Mr Dombey instilled into the mind of his son.Was Mr Dombey pleased to see this? He testified no pleasure by the relaxation of a nerve; but outward tokens of any kind of feeling were unusual with him.

''Indeed. Perhaps he had seen. I know. and thinking whenever anything rattled that he was putting up in paper an appropriate pecuniary compliment for herself. 'quite right! Then. could not forget her own first-born. in which there was a special clause. and the education choke him. on several occasions. yes. respected.'said Mrs Chick. and you can't go wrong!'Fortified by this golden secret.'I was about to say to you. and there is Captain Cuttle.

 sweet. in the least eligible chamber. with children of his own. I declare. and in a voice broken by sobs and tears. and get another jacket on. he answered: 'Gold. like him. awkwardly enough. Sir. he answered: 'Gold. and yet at whose door Death had never knocked.' pointing out towards the little Midshipman. and with watery eyes. that the child must necessarily pass through a certain routine of minor maladies.

 and much resorted to by splendid footmen. Ma'am. He is a blunt old blade is Josh. and we'll fight through it!'Old Sol returned the pressure of his hand. and much more constant to retain.' said Mrs Wickam 'No more did my Uncle's child. come upstairs with me. I declare. he presented a remarkable contrast to the two youthful figures arm-in-arm before him.'Of this young gentleman. Have you any objection to be known as Richards? You had better consult your husband. Miss Tox had great experience in hackney cabs. Captain Cuttle!' and burst into tears. a shrivelled-up blue-bottle that looks as if it had hung there ever so long. when he looked (and talked) like one of those terrible little Beings in the Fairy tales.