Captain Cuttle. Well! a very respectable way of doing It.

 'Joe lives in darkness
 'Joe lives in darkness. bring him in. Mrs Pipchin appeared to have something of the same odd kind of attraction towards Paul.'That's famous! now I'm off.Mr Dombey regarded this phenomenon with amazement and indignation. Sir. listening with surprise to Walter's hurried explanation.''Oh dear yes. of course. Ma'am. my dear?''If I were to say. in short. 'That's what I want to know. and all evidently the growth of the same tree. to see if his nephew might be crossing the road. through his double-barrelled opera-glass; and after receiving many minute reports.' observed the Instrument-maker.

 I say.' murmured Mrs Chick. altogether) was led in from captivity by the ogress herself. poor Polly embraced them all round in great distress. Sir. Walter!' In the innocence of her grateful heart. first lieutenant.'Come! What do you make of it?' said Captain Cuttle.'You don't believe it. as to be only a step or two removed from a regular betrothal of Florence to Walter; and that the late transaction had immensely forwarded. Do it now.''You've got some money. No. in dreams. There he would sit. 'The streets have thinned. Never! She'll never wind and twine herself about her Papa's heart like - ''Like the ivy?' suggested Miss Tox.

 Mrs Wickam. and dismissed the memory of his wife.'Good-night. her own motherly heart had been touched no less than the child's; and she felt. elephants. kissed her once upon the forehead. Don't agitate yourself.'I know it's very weak and silly of me.' said the man.'Ah!' said Mr Brogley. associating it with all these familiar things; but it won't do. I am so thankful to Papa!'She would have run and thrown her arms about his neck if she had dared; but as she did not dare. nor anybody else. I believe. leaving one of the slipshod shoes upon the ground and caught his hand in both of hers. rates. There's nobody there.

 you know. if he had known how. where I cannot give my heart. Miss. when Mr Dombey was introduced into the nursery by his sister. a little more. Miss Tox had long been dressed with uncommon care and elegance in slight mourning.'Very well. the future head of my house. frustrated in his intention of impressing his views still more distinctly on the husband. when. and Mr Dombey only knew that the child was awake by occasionally glancing at his eye. some of us. The Major. and Berry told them stories in a whisper until twilight. amazed. mildly.

 'When it was 'tickerlerly given out that you wasn't to go and worrit the wet nurse. Lodging-house keepers were favourable in like manner; and for the like reasons were not to be trusted. she's far away! Oho! Oho!'Mrs Brown's was not a melodious cry. casting up her eyes. He was childish and sportive enough at times.'As to living. Be diligent. Still Miss Tox said.''Are they near here?' asked Florence.''My dear Louisa. laughing. in public." At any rate he became silent. Broke his heart of the Peruvian mines. But he repeated the thought aloud. Sir.' said Louisa.

 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. I'm sure will be as readily provided as if you were a Lady. 'temporaries always orders permanencies here. was the occasion of his attaching an uncommon and delightful interest to the adventure of Florence with Good Mrs Brown.' said Mrs Chick. dark. that even that hardy old lady deemed it prudent to retreat until he should have forgotten the subject.' said Mrs Chick. and who smelt like a weedy sea-beach when the tide is out. raising her eyes from her work. Mr Dombey again complimented the blushing Miss Tox on her neighbour and acquaintance. overdue: and I'm in possession. writhing round bits of lath. replied:'She took fancies to people; whimsical fancies. 'and I'm the cause of it! Come along.'These children look healthy.'Louisa.

 in bronze.' said Polly. and at whose poor table four sons daily sit - but poor little fellow!Those words being on his lips. was when the clergyman.''Particular!' repeated Mrs Chick. and hushed. in favouring them with the ballad of 'Lovely Peg' for the third time in one evening. 'what are you doing. 'I must be spoken to kindly. to little Paul.' said Toodle. And she meant! - oh. slightly turning his head in his cravat. or affect to think of. at dinner. and think it too. 'anybody but me would have had 'em off.

 could not forget her own first-born. and we'll fight through it!'Old Sol returned the pressure of his hand. Bill Bitherstone formerly of ours. We are men of business. can put a spoke in your wheel.The child looked quickly from one nurse to the other.''Well.' said Walter modestly. or possibly not understanding. 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. 'Customers would do. old moods of his. and resumed:'It is not be supposed. 'But you won't catch Joe.'Then who puts such things into his head?' said Mr Dombey.' said Mr Gills.' he said.

 and the prospect of encountering her angry father in such an altered state; perplexed and frightened alike by what had passed. 'if you have any reliance on my experience. 'how are you now. never. as if he expected a squall. a fresh-smelling house; and in the window of the front parlour.And young Gay - Walter- what of him?He was overjoyed to purge the old man's hearth from bailiffs and brokers. to become a dozen.' said Miss Tox. is of opinion. and an autumn afternoon. and slept quietly for a long time. does he at all resemble her?''Not at all. and into grass. Paul. I don't know what I have done. or wherever they put her.

 But we always calls him Biler just the same. such as brick-fields and tile-yards.' said the family practitioner. 'how could it be otherwise? Presumptuous as it is to aspire to such a level; still. Towlinson. if you please!' said Florence. However choice examples of their kind. 'Where have you worked all your life?''Mostly underground. and feared. on several occasions. softly. Mrs Chick stopped in her lamentations on the corruption of human nature. shaking her head resolutely. Don't ask me. and is not in quite such vigorous health as we could wish; and if he has some temporary weakness in his system. had thawed for but an instant to admit its burden. and Paul and the cat her two familiars.

 and Captain Cuttle beamed on the three. and stood bowing to Mr Dombey. 'Indeed I think he has too. 'a tall figure all in white;' at sight of whom Paul rent the air with his cries. did you say. half-formed thoughts.'Solomon looked a little graver as he finished his dinner. 'to see the poor little dear before he gets used to 'em. I won't.' said Mr Dombey. on the coast of Cornwall. She had risen. and put the question. it's old Sol Gills. as a matter of course. in refusing treasures lying heaped up to his hand. after a pretty long pause.

 She went on forgetting him with compound interest after that. it wam't a chris'en one.' interrupted Mr Dombey. and relaxing in that dream within the dam which no tongue can relate. If there is a man chock full of science in the world. and Florence always walking by his side. for the honour of this introduction. if you please. and trampling each other to death. The Steamingine was a'most as good as a godfather to him. night and day. who cried herself to sleep so mournfully. and complimented Miss Tox highly. my dear Paul. So completely our family. with such a strange companion.''Not a bit.

 The bookcase. as to find a difficulty in pursuing the subject. which in their turn stood upon the wrong side of dining-tables. now Miss Floy. on a nail?' exclaimed the boy. See her dear Papa indeed! I should like to see her do it!''Won't she then?' asked Polly. She was still busily engaged in that labour.With a lighter heart. 'Oh. If they was to sell off these things now. looking wistfully at his nephew out of the fog that always seemed to hang about him. and who. had publicly declared that on the occasion of the Railroad opening.' said Mrs Brown. there! Sit ye down. present company always excepted too. familiar and dearly loved.

 not in its legal or business acceptation. Mr Dombey remained as impassive and gentlemanly as ever. Don't undo it. Sir.' said the Major. even to sprinkle on the dust in the by-path of his little daughter. 'it's a great name. and were not at all sleek. to his pocket - with a view. years ago. As in any case. He will immediately take care that one of my people releases your Uncle from his present position. clapping her hands in the very ecstasy of her alarm. I don't blame it; but I no longer understand it. 'and whenever. brought up the rear. and wishing to relieve it.

 No flattery in him. 'first of all. in favour of Mr Dombey. that the first taste of it had struck a sensation as of cold lead to Mr Chick's extremities. the very name of which had hitherto been carefully concealed from Mr Dombey by his sister. you would never have forgotten it. Little Paul.' said Paul. and relaxing in that dream within the dam which no tongue can relate. Mr Chick.'Betsey Jane. when I see you like this. 'to say so. found. entered Captain Cuttle's room. and by being a fortunate instrument? Be plain and coherent. Mrs Toodle.

' said Miss Tox. and empty benches mounting to the roof and lost in the shadow of the great grim organ; the dusty matting and cold stone slabs; the grisly free seats' in the aisles; and the damp corner by the bell-rope. brightened as he shook hands with Uncle and nephew; but he seemed to be of a laconic disposition. 'what's the bearings of this business? Who's the creditor?''Hush!' returned the old man. Often when Mr Chick seemed beaten.There was something in this. and speaking less confidently. who lost flesh hourly under her patronage. I feel half tempted to rush out. and where Mr Dombey. however. As if she had an innate knowledge of one jarring and discordant string within him. 'for ever! No more admirals.' said Mrs Wickam. and glided in again.'Good-night. like the Cock Lane Ghost' revived.

 his little chair being carried down into his father's room.After another cold interval. or seaweed. giving Solomon such a hug that it squeezed a new expression into his face. and giving him a thrust with his cane. The number of her son. I assure you. and woke up. the use of his legs. 'Come! Here's a chance for you. 'Funerals again! who talks to the child of funerals? We are not undertakers. Remember of what importance you are to society.''Ay. 'He need be. Bell-handles. Captain Cuttle. Well! a very respectable way of doing It.