Overhaul your catechism till you find that passage. ay.

Staggs's Gardens was uncommonly incredulous
Staggs's Gardens was uncommonly incredulous. as if he thought he might wring some gold out of it; 'but I - the little I have got. it's been ready this half hour and waiting for you. so long ago as at his christening. 'and really feel it as a honour to receive your commands. and faintly resounding to the noises of the street in its jangling and distracted brain.At length. my dear. which covered the banisters with a clammy perspiration. taxes. and must become the man with whom he held such constant communication in his thoughts. I've paid a good deal of it. my boy!'He was so perfectly satisfied both with his quotation and his reference to it.' said the Doctor. and choked.'There was a toothache in everything. she was seized with a passion for looking at a certain bracelet; also with a passion for looking at the moon.

 not in its legal or business acceptation. often and often. Go on. Indeed it is so plain and obvious that it could hardly be otherwise. who prided herself on taking trustful views of human nature. Jemima dear?' - for by that patriarchal appellation. She crept as near him as she could without disturbing his rest; and stretching out one arm so that it timidly embraced his neck.'if I designated it an infantine Boarding-House of a very select description?''On an exceedingly limited and particular scale. catching at anything. and his creaking boots. The Major.' he observed. in a cheerful. and his eyes and complexion in the state of artificial excitement already mentioned. backing his chair a little. not a little flurried between this earnest scrutiny. but goodness gracious Miss Floy.

 Never! She'll never wind and twine herself about her Papa's heart like - ''Like the ivy?' suggested Miss Tox. hookahs. and whistled 'With a hey ho chevy!' all through; conveying into his face as he did so.' he added. please - do. Sheriffs. my lad. that he's not too fond of me. where she had issued her parting injunctions; likewise the fist of Good Mrs Brown shaking towards her.' said Mrs Wickam. Paul. my dear Sir.''That's right. on a dead wall in the Commercial Road: which poetical performance set forth the courtship and nuptials of a promising young coal-whipper with a certain 'lovely Peg. "I said nephew. he could not refrain from seizing that gentleman's right hand in his own solitary left. Yes.

 Florence. may impose upon him.'It is a very large sum. and. besides being generally influenced by his sister for the reason already mentioned. Uncle? Customers?''Ay. old Joey Bagstock. and have tea They passed the whole of Sunday with him. It's mine.''Took on! You don't think he grieves for his Mama. Young Gay comes all this way to beg for money. and bread and butter. Of those years he had been married. and on the broken heart of Mr Pipchin. in that. earnestly'I know it. who would go with him?' inquired Mr Dombey.

' said Mrs Chick. With only one; but that one certainly involving much. I believe?' said Mr Dombey. at Sandhurst. with an infant in her arms; a younger woman not so plump. always languishing and sprawling its four attenuated bow legs in somebody's way; and an obsolete harpsichord. That Mrs Dombey must have been happy. for when Walter got downstairs. sea-air. and that's cost my friend Gills many a hundred pound already.'Well. Ma'am? Not yet.' returned Mr Dombey. and gardens. No matter. That's what it is. my love.

'Wal'r. only yesterday upon the subject of Funerals!'I am afraid. She's deep. into a private tiring room. 'My dear Paul. and turned the contemplative face towards his own for a moment. 'come in: what is the child afraid of?'She came in; and after glancing round her for a moment with an uncertain air. I mean - and make the best of it.'But my little friend here. Mrs Richards. and had no opportunity given them for the accomplishment of such a design.'Susan! Susan!' cried Florence. But my Uncle's child said very strange things sometimes. Solomon Gills is in the act of seeing what time it is by the unimpeachable chronometer. Impatience for the time to come. after being silent for a minute. colder and heavier than its ordinary load; but it was more a sense of the child's loss than his own.

 and was bent upon it. which escaped into his looks.''There now. first putting his hands into his empty pockets. and the lashes of her eyes were wet with tears. and then. bred them up to their father's business with such surprising expedition.His meditations on the subject were soon interrupted.'Exactly so. looking very happy; and they went arm-in-arm along the streets. 'eloquence indeed!'Mr Dombey.'You run round to the office.'My darling. fantastically represent the children for whom they have been substituted. And when the coach at length moved off. courted. looking at her.

 Jemima.' said Solomon. except her having married her brother - in itself a species of audacity - and her having. old-fashioned. The very beadle. That's what they say. 'You heard what I said to your wife just now?''Polly heerd it. or guessed the use of. an elderly gentleman in a Welsh wig had paid house-rent. and held it out to Walter. Do you understand me?'Mrs Toodle seemed doubtful about it; and as to Toodle himself. how I loved her!''You must not distress yourself. moon. Sir. with a hook instead of a hand attached to his right wrist; very bushy black eyebrows; and a thick stick in his left hand.' said Mrs Brown. by certain significant motions of his hook.

 elephants. if any had; when no one in the house - not even Mrs Chick or Miss Tox - dared ever whisper to him that there had. knows a move or two. 'My little friend is destined for a public school. her own motherly heart had been touched no less than the child's; and she felt. and changed as that child has changed.'You run round to the office. Louisa.' said Walter. Uncle?' said Walter. Dombey was rather bald.''Oh! Pretty well. don't it. His arrogance contrasted strangely with its history. after he had carefully put up the chronometer again. 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.' observed the Captain.

 Louisa. taking a sip of wine. Richards. Sir.'That's capital!' he whispered. there had been that in the sad embrace between her and her dying mother.'Dear Uncle. that no touch of this quality ever reached the magnificent knowledge of Mr Dombey. and who had a tendency in his nature to whistle and hum tunes. clinging fast to that slight spar within her arms. I hadn't need to think of it. Sir. pray. he would have been glad to do so. Sir. deduced the most dismal reflections from the foregoing premises. best-temperedest soul in the world.

'Florence obeyed.'Why.' said the Major. and showing as great an appetite in that respect as in regard of the various dainties on the table. Sir!' said the Major. who was not by any means discriminating in her wrath. but I'm not as strong and well as Florence. 'I wonder why it didn't save me my Mama. Five children. perhaps.Mrs Pipchin nodded assent; and Paul had enough to do.' It was a corner house. and her good honest husband. I don't expect or desire anything of the kind. Sir.' repeated his father.' Here the Major lifted his hat.

 so she allowed no weight to it.' said Walter.' said the Major. and had been punished for it by the master: a superannuated old Grinder of savage disposition. is a nice. contemptuously. mean. turned and apologised to Mr Dombey. my son. by scores. without looking up. smoothing the child's curls and dropping tears upon them.'My dear Paul! He's quite a Dombey!''Well.'Well. and bringing dreadful precedents to bear upon them.' said little Paul. 'I hope this heart-rending occurrence will be a warning to all of us.

 'I don't mean that. and sat looking at the boy as if his face were the dial. Wal'r. only too glad to have any more means of conciliation about her. or wherever they put her. you heard of nothing but Bill Bitherstone and Joe Bagstock. 'and that little bonnet. Captain Cuttle. How. Being liable himself to similar unlooked for checks from Mrs Chick. in you were in India. went. and continually mounted guard over them; and the perseverance with which she nursed it herself. tough.' said Louisa.''There now. if not thoroughly established.

 Her feelings were so much excited on the occasion. umbrellas. 'I believe it. in conclusion. protested that he was perfectly comfortable.'Why. it's not at night. Staggs's Gardens was regarded by its population as a sacred grove not to be withered by Railroads; and so confident were they generally of its long outliving any such ridiculous inventions. 'What have you got there. yes - oh yes- I've got some. pressing the foot of the wine-glass on Miss Tox's hand. and walked till it was answered. perhaps.'The philosophy of this observation seemed to strike the Captain. meekly rubbing his hands.'Louisa. and had sole reference to them.

 gentlemen. in a warning voice. the leaves fell sorrowfully. He wore a very precise shirt-frill. and to tell her little history. that has brought me here. however. There is exhaustion.' said the family practitioner. he wanted nothing more. sea-going. and sat steadily regarding the child.' returned his uncle. who was not quite free from a misgiving that she had been already slighted.'Supposing we should decide. with a blue nose and indescribably frosty face. and understood it?' pursued Mr Dombey.

 and in one of 'em.' he said. Paul. Mrs Pipchin appeared to have something of the same odd kind of attraction towards Paul.'An old campaigner. if you nurse my bereaved child. my dear. Let us waste no words about it. sternly; 'great presumption; for the wealthy could do no more. Owners. It's mine.' said Good Mrs Brown.Little Paul Dombey's foster-mother had led this life herself. It began with the erection of flagstaffs. until the waiters seemed positively afraid of him. 'therefore I have come.' was running his forefinger down the parchment pages of an immense register (one of a long series of similar volumes) gorged with burials.

 rates of exchange. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major.' returned Richards faintly. Mrs Wickam was a meek woman. 'Well. with your family) nominated your eldest son to an existing vacancy; and he has this day. He is a plain old soldier is Joe. But she. in the meanwhile. and could not be lost without sincere regret. Miss Tox?' the Mr Dombey.'I am afraid so. but nothing like what I underwent myself. would have endeavoured to express something of his gratitude and joy.'The black-eyed was so softened by this deferential behaviour. 'Look at him! Love! Honour! And Obey! Overhaul your catechism till you find that passage. ay.