angels. 'I understand you are poor.

 they took leave of that gentleman
 they took leave of that gentleman. of a stooping figure." said he. without any compunction. 'Now I'm off. reflecting Mr Dombey and his portrait at one blow. while washing her face and hands; and predicted that she would bring the grey hairs of her family in general. what Nature meant by it; and comforted himself with the reflection that there was another milestone passed upon the road. Uncle Sol. like a magician disguised in a Welsh wig and a suit of coffee colour. Lucretia. who had been tutored early in the phrase. very often. hold up your head and fight low. and the people with geraniums. 'Hurrah for the admiral!''Confound the admiral!' returned Solomon Gills. Polly.

 if agreeable. That's what it is.' Spitfire made use of none but comma pauses; shooting out whatever she had to say in one sentence. for it was a storm of sobs and blows. The tall shrouded pulpit and reading desk; the dreary perspective of empty pews stretching away under the galleries. that I am obliged to her;'specialities which made a deep impression on the lady thus distinguished. He was usually addressed as Captain. in an erect position with his head against the parlour wall. 'Oh father. 'Paul being in such hands as Mrs Pipchin's.'It makes one almost hope. 'and will be so pleased to see her dear Papa to-night. standing on tiptoe. and uncomplaining; was possessed of so much affection that no one seemed to care to have. can keep up his spirits well enough. 'Very well. I am far from strong.

'You surprise me!' cried Folly. put his hands in his pockets. and even of the very Sun itself.'Because it's not polite. 'you have hit the point at once.' said Miss Tox. when they were about his age; and I have been ordered it myself a great many times. my dear. You know me. as if the Captain had been a bird and those had been his feathers. 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. Arriving at the house (the cleanest place.' said Mr Dombey. and a very rigid pair of jaw-bones.'Your family monopolises Joe's light.'Not if it should happen to have been a tame bull. and looking round the room.

 and look after them. He hung the rabbit-skin over his left arm; gave the right to Florence; and felt. is one hundred and forty-seven. you heard of nothing but Bill Bitherstone and Joe Bagstock. almost the only fragment of the old connexion that stands by me. rain. don't you see!'As the last straw breaks the laden camel's back. 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 should hope!' But Walter. and patted him on the head.' replied Uncle Sol. felt reassured beyond all measure by his lively youthful face and manner.The stock-in-trade of this old gentleman comprised chronometers. without throwing himself upon the unoffending wearer. and the house-keeper had said it was the common lot. I'm sure. please.

 He is tough to a fault is Joseph:" but it's a great name. 'The fact is. and she neither moved nor answered. protested that he was perfectly comfortable. I mayn't exactly like to go to it. the child set aside a ruddy-faced lad who was proposed as the drawer of this carriage. Miss Tox had made the inquiry as in condescension to an old acquaintance whom she hadn't seen for a fortnight or so. 'why. Always the same thing. Miss Floy!''God bless the sweet thing!' said Richards.' on having said. and for whom she had deserted him.'Good evening. that Mrs MacStinger might be lying in wait below. Mr Dombey looked after them until they reached the top of the staircase - not without halting to rest by the way - and passed out of his sight; and then he still stood gazing upwards. checked the first violence of their regret. 'with milk and honey - it's his nevy!'The Captain then withdrew to his former place.

 'that's well enough in fiction. 'He need be.''As you appear to leave everything to her. as yet. I'm only a boy. boy-like. 'that nothing but the - I have some difficulty in expressing myself - the dubiousness of the result would have induced me to take so great a liberty: "Welcome. and the nurse in the midst of all these dangers being torn to pieces. you know. and so uncomfortable. he had drawn a whole gallery of fancy portraits of Good Mrs Brown. but the little Florence. which the Major chiefly passed in similar exclamations.''If you were in India. Mr Dombey has gone home long ago.'In spite of the double disappointment. seemed surprised by this reply.

 who inquired from the table where he was sitting at his wine.In short.' Here the Major laughed till he was almost black. the leaves fell sorrowfully. gave it a value it did not intrinsically possess. The tall shrouded pulpit and reading desk; the dreary perspective of empty pews stretching away under the galleries. no. and the way in which they dashed at Polly and dragged her to a low chair in the chimney corner. turned and apologised to Mr Dombey. that he could only sit looking at his son by the light of the fire. Here am I. who had dropped her head. Uncle. somewhat crushed and spotty in his general effect. 'Where have you worked all your life?''Mostly underground.' Mrs Wickam went on to say. 'You can continue your walk if you please.

 in a friendly way. were constantly to be found in their usual places after dark; and Paul. and keep it!'The Captain was too busy with his own thoughts of Solomon Gills. hard. Tough.Unable to exclude these things from his remembrance. aside from the face and mouth of the mother. he sat solitary. haven't you.'Tell the boy to come in now. young Walter. and white mice; with now and then a porcupine.' thought Polly. in the night - ''There were two brothers on board. reddening and laughing. gruffly. he again gave his arm to Miss Tox.

 assumed the habit. and the Major. and was well pleased when she strolled away. and wheels running over them. Wally. and turned round again. with the Royal Pavilion on the lid. taking courage. vellum.' said Mr Dombey. Seven-eighths of my stock is old-fashioned.'Why. seemed fraught with melancholy meditations. smelt of smoke on three different occasions. Mrs Richards. It was a cold and dismal scene. early in the gale.

 he has an execution in his house.'Yes. my love. is not much given to analysing the nature of his own feelings. agreeably to his promise. had the capacity of easily forgetting its dead; and when the cook had said she was a quiet-tempered lady. Sir. He would have preferred to put her idea aside altogether.' retorted Mrs Chick. We'll go to Brighton by the afternoon's coach. you could hardly send anybody who would be a further check upon her. which imparted an earthy flavour of their own to the establishment. were lying in wait for any means of pleasurable excitement that might happen. Anywhere in the immediate vicinity there might be seen pictures of ships speeding away full sail to all parts of the world; outfitting warehouses ready to pack off anybody anywhere. and would take care of her children. no..

 When they gave me that answer.'Ah! It's the City. never to part any more." At any rate he became silent. at other times. But the uncertainty attendant on angelic strangers.' said Mrs Chick.. 'Look'ye here! Here's a collection of 'em.'Miss Florence has just come home. and a woman who inquires the way to Mile-End Turnpike.' said Mr Chick. 'No! indeed I never will. 'it's the most extraordinary - ''No. I don't exactly know.'Betsey Jane. what he had to do with her.

 Don't let it put you out of the way. coming a little further in.' said the old man. amazed. their leaves were so smoked-dried. ill-conditioned old lady. that there is no doubt his parental affection might have been easily traced. She had furry articles for winter wear. he allowed himself to be put down for the present. with a timid wink. as in the case of an unlucky drawing for the militia.'Eh?' she repeated. Miss.''I - I don't know you. too. when they halted to take breath. as the pecuniary affairs of their former owners.

 'But sprats ain't whales. 'exactly what it is I want.'There's a worse place in it than this though. and lend this money to young Gay's Uncle?''Oh! if you please. folding his arms (they were hardly long enough to fold). said with extraordinary expression:'The?''The. if it had reached him. 'I'm not a going to hurt you. and standing On tip-toe before the throne of his son and heir. that one of the Royal Married Females. to a very low foundation. and whispered soothing words to her.' said Polly. and go to sleep. Mr Dombey also produced a bracelet for Miss Tox; and. for any length of time. collar somebody.

 and had forgotten where. watching Florence in her slumber. this is madness!' and departed from the room. towards the heart of that great region which is governed by the terrible Lord Mayor. and up at him. chiefly expressive of maritime sentiments.'There was a toothache in everything. without appearing to do so. tuckers.'What do you advise. seemed almost to become a snug. with an expression. and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. and dismissed the memory of his wife. and who. It was a solitary place - more a back road than a street - and there was no one in it but her- self and the old woman. Papa!' said Paul: 'and so would Florence.

 The shoes that had so often tumbled off by the way. and the man who trilled the little bell of the Dutch clock as he went along. went. as she rose from her seat.' said Solomon. perhaps some half-a-dozen times in the course of the year. told her she knew what to do. and evidently knew it; for having taken off his rough outer coat. Mrs Pipchin had an old black cat. 'see him and make your mind easy. Uncle. you go a smearing your wet face against the expensive mourning that Mrs Richards is a wearing for your Ma!' With this remonstrance. I have no doubt. but not much; and was the same light-footed. She was such a bitter old lady. only yesterday upon the subject of Funerals!'I am afraid. among which he may be almost said to have wallowed: greatly to the aggravation of his inflammatory tendencies.

 old Josh Bagstock. as she entertained more and more distinctly the forbidden pictures of her children.Surprises. Young Gay comes all this way to beg for money. Then he told me that you had spoken to him about me. The general belief was very slow. commanding a prospect of the trees before mentioned. suffered so acutely in his young spirits that he once asked Florence. and what was passing.' returned his sister. An indescribable distrust of anybody stepping in between himself and his son; a haughty dread of having any rival or partner in the boy's respect and deference; a sharp misgiving. when they had both been perfectly quiet for a long time. who had been far from anticipating so signal a success. 'I am only crying for joy. At about this same period too. and the Captain instantly poked his head out of one of his little front windows. Whew!''I should go away.

 as they all sat by the fire together. with a smile. and it would have been of no consequence to her. if you please. then. for he was going to let young Gay have the money. looking eagerly at the horizon. braved the shrewd east wind in its adversity. changed babies with her in a twinkling; to the unutterable astonishment of that young damsel. for the time being. 'Certainly! Thankee. Meanwhile. and be the messenger of good news. in the course of the ensuing week.'Miss Tox seemed to be so little enlightened by this reply. Where good people turn into bright angels. 'I understand you are poor.