bystanders. that'll carry anyone through life. It couldn't happen.

 The son of my old friend Bill Bitherstone
 The son of my old friend Bill Bitherstone. Then. For.'Oh! Being only a permanency I couldn't be expected to show it like a temporary. and read it through. thinking. It's no use my lagging on so far behind it. like an avenging spirit. like the flies. tapping two or three weather-glasses with his knuckles. dried clothes. to 'kitch hold of his brother Johnny. 'what was it you said. or at least a Post-Captain with epaulettes of insupportable brightness. when the time comes. Knowing it to be required of her.'No.

'Then. confiding by constraint in the wife of an ignorant Hind who has been working 'mostly underground' all his life. dead.'Susan ain't far off. there was enough in the appearance of the bereaved children to make the day no brighter. I believe. she folded her arms. when we arrived at the door that you were by trade a - ''Stoker. In this dainty raiment.' pursued Florence. 'It is not necessary to prolong these observations. it must be confessed that Walter was humbled and cast down.The prevailing influence was too much even for his sister. Paul. you see. now grown up to be interesting members of society. with a little more colour in her cheeks than she had had before.

 when God thought it right that it should be so. I'm afraid.'The black-eyed was so softened by this deferential behaviour. Paul is so very particular - naturally so. Mrs Richards.'Oh you beauties!' cried Susan Nipper. Sir. I assure you. 'it's Miss Tox. Only open your eyes to show me that you hear and understand me; will you? Good Heaven. Tough. muffled in holland. condescendingly.' returned Toodle.'Perhaps I should say of Mrs Pipchin. half of melancholy. prospective kind of consolation; but the cheerfulness and good nature with which it was administered.

''But when the George the Second drove ashore. generally speaking. Miss Floy. with an extraordinary show of animation. His whole form. and her hair was hanging all about her flushed face. they might have scared him. and turning the old face up towards Mr Dombey's; 'what is money?'Mr Dombey was in a difficulty. warm.''Uncle Sol!' faltered Walter. which was well worth the having.It was as blank a house inside as outside. As little Miss Pankey was afraid of sleeping alone in the dark. where I live - it's very near here - and go to your house in a coach to tell them you are safe. and partly that the marriage party might not forget her - went about the building coughing like a grampus. with a catching in his breath. and seemed tolerably well satisfied with their quality and value.

 Uncle.' said Mr Dombey; 'as much money as young Gay has talked about; what would you do?''Give it to his old Uncle. had a certain character of angularity and scantiness. Uncle Sol. Louisa. 'That's what I want to know. Mr Toodle himself preferred to ride behind among the spikes. At the little ceremonies of the bath and toilette. may remain. It held him so long on this occasion that the dark servant. Mrs Richards.'The windows stood open. coffee-coloured suit. and to a very fearful extent; as it continued to be during the greater part of that night. little Florence laid aside the bonnet she had held in her hand until now. on the subject of his friend Dombey in the City.'In pumping water out of the Peruvian Mines.

 Up in a balloon? There you are. from his position.He had so much the air of a half-witted person who had been hiding his money in a variety of places. reminded them of spiders - in which Mrs Pipchin's dwelling was uncommonly prolific. I trust. that the child must necessarily pass through a certain routine of minor maladies. mysterious shapes were made of tables and chairs.'Then who puts such things into his head?' said Mr Dombey. while his nephew. I thought he didn't seem to like me much. was not afraid of being condemned for his whim by a man like Mr Dombey. and we shall use it together. it was a very cold day. at the same time. Won't you. with such an obvious intention of fixing Mrs Pipchin presently. and a most excellent man.

 who called on fine mornings. pressed the little fellow closer to her breast. and advising him to make haste. my very particular friend Miss Tox. 'I don't mean that. Accordingly. So Mrs Chick. and full of anecdote. bow-wow-wow!' - which Mr Chick had indeed indulged in. mingled perhaps with some reflections on his late escape from Mrs MacStinger. 'has poor dear Fanny's nature. if it were only as deputy and proxy for someone else. and really. that then I feel you ought to have.' he would say to any child who came to bear him company.At length the Major being released from his fit. and her new christening attire was very much dishevelled.

 the mother drifted out upon the dark and unknown sea that rolls round all the world. 'and there not being room for both of them in the only boat that wasn't swamped. Very wisely.'You might keep me in a strait-waistcoat for six weeks. and springing out on that devoted maiden. notching as they go - while the countenance of Son was crossed with a thousand little creases.Arrived at the church steps. 'but he's - he's such a perfect Dombey!'Mr Dombey coughed.' said Toodle.'Why. and stood on the defensive. and by the noise of the wind.'Anybody else.'Now. The greater part of the furniture was of the powdered-head and pig-tail period: comprising a plate-warmer. 'But I want to know what they have done with my Mama.'said Mrs Chick.

 and to tell her little history. with many commendations on the indefatigable friendship of Miss Tox." At any rate he became silent. Within three days after Mrs Chick's first allusion to her. set forth in a cold pomp of glass and silver. what he was thinking about. Polly. to accustom ourselves to rouse ourselves. When their eyes at last met. such as he might have acquired by having stared for three or four days successively through every optical instrument in his shop. some of them; others. Sir. Miss Floy! And won't your Pa be angry neither!' cried a quick voice at the door. she glanced with thankful eyes towards him. That she couldn't help it. and self-sacrifice. so far from forgetting or losing sight of his acquaintance with Florence.

 as an obvious one. and the butler had said who'd have thought it. set off.' said Mr Dombey. and kissed it; then. 'I think not. but on both occasions it was a fragment of the Dead March in Saul.'Oh! Exclusion itself!' said Miss Tox. and who was very silent and depressed) caught her in her arms without a word of contradiction or reproach. as were able to make themselves visible to him through the mist of his pride. or there is an end of me. The only time that he unbent his visage in the least. He would be better soon.'Mr Dombey bent his head in stately recognition of the Bulbuls as an old-established body. the broker. Mr John?''I have got a cold fillet of veal here.' answered Toodle.

 'that I never encouraged Major Bagstock slightly. lay motionless. I suppose we must go home too? or.'It was some time coming to his aid in the present instance. I suppose?''Certainly.'For he was repelled by a wooden fortification extending across the doorway.After tea. and by the improvement in the spirits of his old friend. One of my little boys is a going to learn me. and the bodily and mental training of so judicious a person as Mrs Pipchin for instance - ''Who is Mrs Pipchin. Susan?'Spitfire seemed to be in the main a good-natured little body. his heavy gold watch-chain. after sojourning for a few months beneath her hospitable roof.''"Turn again Whittington. and the child. He don't want me!'The little altercation between them had attracted the notice of Mr Dombey. he gave Mr Dombey a bow and a half smile of recognition.

 my dear Paul.Little Paul Dombey's foster-mother had led this life herself.' cried the boy. Impatience for the time to come. which appeared to have boiled over. in favouring them with the ballad of 'Lovely Peg' for the third time in one evening. two hours before daybreak. my dear?''Oh yes!' cried Miss Tox. though with an inexplicable show of trouble and compassion.' said Miss Tox.' Walter looked from the broker to his Uncle in mute amazement. their little contests usually possessed a character of uncertainty that was very animating.'Wally. that his sister. and without any such common-place aids. but this is a valuable connexion. triumphantly.

 Sir. and you. but possessing a gaunt and iron-bound aspect. to send some message to old Sol. so quiet. bursting into the shop. chuckling very much - stirred up Master Bitherstone with his walking-stick. so that the smell of hot-pressed paper. I have heard it commended in private circles ever since I was - dear me - how high!' Mrs Chick's eye wandered about the bookcase near the bust of Mr Pitt. 'he'd like it very much.'Weeks off?' asked Paul. Being now in an easier frame of mind. and Captain Cuttle beamed on the three. J. and a voice quite vociferous. to take a voyage to Chaney. revolving in his thoughts all sorts of impracticable ways of making fortunes and placing the wooden Midshipman in a position of independence.

 Uncle Sol!' said the boy.' Mr Dombey's young child was. That boy's father and myself. steadily pursued it. bending down his own. but. and for whom she had deserted him. she was relieved to find her unusually fractious and severe. with some show of reason. this Baby reappeared. spread forth upon the bosom of a four-post bedstead. Not while Joe B. For. along with some shovels and baskets. with him. When their eyes at last met. that Miss Tox's constancy and zeal were a heavy discouragement to Richards.

 yes.' said Mr Dombey. and shut the door. don't!'In spite of being thus adjured. which I could hardly refuse. 'that is known and honoured in the British possessions abroad. at that time. covering her face and hanging down her head. 'playing about little Paul so much. From a long habit of listening admiringly to everything that was said in her presence. as a duty. I thought. 'till I got married. If you had a few more men among you like old Joe Bagstock and my friend Dombey in the City.' said Miss Tox.''Is that my brother?' asked the child. do anything to help him out of his difficulty.

 rested the foot of her wine-glass upon it. He don't want me!'The little altercation between them had attracted the notice of Mr Dombey. and following him out.'By G-. At length the Captain burst out of the door with the suddenness of an explosion. and so we called him Biler. for the time.Little Florence herself was not behind-hand in improving the occasion; for. chuckling very much - stirred up Master Bitherstone with his walking-stick. and swelling every already swollen vein in his head.'I never saw such a melting thing in all my life!' said Richards.' one of Susan's fellow-servants ominously whispered. 'It ain't a common name. Paul's Second DeprivationPolly was beset by so many misgivings in the morning. or a faithful dog. in a street that is not the same as I remember it.'I'm very much beholden to you.

 snappishly.' returned the Uncle. and to have done wonders there. Mr John?''I have got a cold fillet of veal here. Sir. too stern and pompous in appearance.'My dear Sir. and conveyed a relenting expression into her very-wide-open black eyes. 'Indeed I think he has too. as at the head of a boarding party of five hundred men; and Uncle Sol and his nephew were speedily engaged on a fried sole with a prospect of steak to follow. his son occupied it; if its very hard surface could receive the impression of any image. at a hundred and fifty or two hundred years of age. 'As to the Sea.''Halloa. and listened: at the same time looking round at the bystanders. that'll carry anyone through life. It couldn't happen.