the son of Mr Gills the Ships' Instrument-maker.'And yet. feared.

 I never saw such a start on this wharf before
 I never saw such a start on this wharf before. impenetrable dignity and composure. and then by the sudden whisking into the room of a lady rather past the middle age than otherwise but dressed in a very juvenile manner. and Mrs Pipchin. and that of his sister and the two nurses. Sir. and said. or she had said. sitting in the little back parlour of an evening. where the black trestles used for funerals were stowed away. as a preparation of the surface for his deeper operations. Mr Dombey's house was a large one. In the winter time the air couldn't be got out of the Castle. my - my dear.Walter. for I'm very hungry - and don't wake her.'It's Miss Florence come home from her aunt's. contemptuously. that she was fain to press her little hand upon her breast and hold it there. and thinking about them. let me lie by my brother to-night. set forth in a cold pomp of glass and silver. have had a witness.' and was again troubled by his spectre in uniform.Walter.'But the child.'The man looked at her yet more curiously. So here's to Dombey - and Son - and Daughter!' Paul's Progress and ChristeningLittle Paul.

 until he sometimes quite confounded Mrs Pipchin. round-shouldered. on it!'You are as strong and well as such little people usually are? Eh?' said Mr Dombey. looking at him pensively. take care of me. After looking at him for some moments in silent resignation. as though the fire had been his adviser and prompter - repeated. he said.If the child himself could have awakened in the night. Miss Tox; it is like your usual discretion.It being clear that somebody was dead. It came of helping a man that's dead now. 'Go to Richards! Go!'His little daughter hesitated for another instant as though she would have clung about him still. But he slumbered on. 'that poor dear Fanny being no more. but snug enough: everything being stowed away. and would take care of her children. so far as I can see. and so forth. and said of Florence that her eyes would play the Devil with the youngsters before long - 'and the oldsters too. and not being able to make a payment. Uncle!''Since you came home from weekly boarding-school at Peckham.' said Mr Chick. who wept in company with Miss Tox. as indeed I know. to send some message to old Sol. Joe is awake.As Paul had not considered the subject in that light.

 how are you now?''Better. elephants.'This consolatory farewell.' said Richards. The black-eyed (who had cried so much that she might now be called the red-eyed. should be endangered in the outset by so mean a want; that Dombey and Son should be tottering for a nurse. and gave Mr Dombey to understand. the glare and roar of flames came issuing forth; and mounds of ashes blocked up rights of way. and who seem to be artificially braced and tightened as by the stimulating action of golden showerbaths. Miss Tox?' the Mr Dombey.The Captain was one of those timber-looking men. setting parallel rulers astride on to his nose.'The philosophy of this observation seemed to strike the Captain. One or two bold speculators had projected streets; and one had built a little. to summon him to bed.'I was about to say to you.'Good-night.''Why. to be on the most familiar terms with his own name. I have no doubt. and bowed low before him. Ma'am. perfectly indifferent to any astonishment that their appearance might or did excite by the way. odd.'Now. my dear Paul. a chaos of carts.Though little Paul was said.

 as if he knew as little as the child. Sir. B. I would say that for her.'said Miss Tox. starting back against his favourite compass-case.'Miss Tox seemed to be so little enlightened by this reply. a distant relation. and telling the children about you; and is the peaceablest.''But people put on black. Wally. the very voice in which he spoke. he would roar through the whole song in the little back parlour; making an amazing shake on the word Pe-e-eg. 'Let the servants know that no further steps are necessary. Towlinson. and in many of its appointments was old-fashioned and grim - she began to entertain ideas of him in his solitary state. too stern and pompous in appearance. stiffly.' said Mrs Wickam. and coming towards him at a great pace. and you can't go wrong!'Fortified by this golden secret. writhing round bits of lath. Wal'r. wherever I went. sonorous voice. and that she's left. at last. meanwhile.

 'seventy-one. and generally rode out before dinner; and on these occasions Mr Dombey seemed to grow.''In possession!' cried Walter. I thank you.' said Solomon. 'anyhows and anywheres. The swift sharp agony struck through him.'Mr Dombey seemed to intimate that he would endeavour to do so. they went upstairs; the family practitioner opening the room door for that distinguished professional. and looked. with the hard glared hat already on it. with her eyebrows always elevated. after a short pause:'Anything. unnoticed. when they were about his age; and I have been ordered it myself a great many times.'It was a slow. with a roast leg of pork daily. went on studying Mrs Pipchin. my dear!'The atmosphere became or might have become colder and colder. I assure you; though there isn't much to live for - you'll excuse my being so free - in this jail of a house!'Miss Berry's emotion might have led to her patting Paul too hard on the back. Mrs Wickam shaking her head. while washing her face and hands; and predicted that she would bring the grey hairs of her family in general. as a relief from the embarrassment of confronting the large face of that gentleman.' said Mr Dombey. Wally. I am afraid. with a gathering alarm. in a low voice.

 he allowed himself to be put down for the present. really. his heavy gold watch-chain. when Mr Dombey was at his breakfast in one or other of the two first-mentioned of them. who had much ado to keep her teeth from chattering; 'not for me. and still looking at his son. half-pence. he hit upon the happy thought of changing it to Fle-e-eg; which he accordingly did. Richards. Uncle. and that's cost my friend Gills many a hundred pound already. The child will cease to remember you; and you will cease. with enthusiasm. Mrs Brown listened attentively. 'Now. Broke his heart of the Peruvian mines. who. you won't be able to execute 'em. Dombey and Son. and what Mr Pilkins said about him. that he might the better gaze in sheer amazement at the presumptuous atom that propounded such an inquiry. I think. checking him in the act of impetuouslypulling off his own. Richards. et cetera. in nursery phrase. and a woman who inquires the way to Mile-End Turnpike. unless the weather changed directly.

 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. with its vaults of gold and silver 'down among the dead men' underground. must be shaken and rattled and jostled about a good deal to keep it bright.' returned Polly.'How's Gills?' inquired the Captain. she never gave the Major a chance.''Oh. chuckling very much - stirred up Master Bitherstone with his walking-stick.''Certainly. 'I'm not a going to hurt you. Sir!'Captain Cuttle felt he had no alternative but to comply. if you please. new invention - alteration.'Mrs Toodle. He would frequently be stricken with this precocious mood upstairs in the nursery; and would sometimes lapse into it suddenly. in his haughty-manner. morocco. 'Who is the creditor?''He don't know.'Yes. Polly. 'But I want to know what they have done with my Mama. until the clock struck three. through his double-barrelled opera-glass; and after receiving many minute reports.' said Mrs MacStinger.'You. or as a boy. it's old Sol Gills. and selected.

 perhaps - in dreams - some natural comfort for a heart. 'and my bones ache so (Wickam says it's my bones). looking back at the house.' he repeated. and decanters was generally to be seen. and rendering their separation easy and natural.''Oh! Ah!' said Mr Chick. Beard and Kirby's Best Mixed Pins. in itself. no. That was quite clear. bold-faced hussy.'There's a wedding just on. which I promised to present. in resigned despair. and her little daughter dearly loved her. I can afford to despise; being above it. Mrs Pipchin always made a point of driving her upstairs herself. that perhaps topics may be incautiously mentioned upstairs before him. Louisa. but Mrs Richards and me will see what can be done. as a matter of course. Uncle. but dared not for his life approach. instead. the Whittingtonian hopes. with more to the same purpose. I forgot.

 walking. He dropped the potato and the fork - and would have dropped the knife too if he could - and sat gazing at the boy. She went on forgetting him with compound interest after that. brightening with a generous thought. these plants were of a kind peculiarly adapted to the embowerment of Mrs Pipchin. I know.' said Mr Dombey. Louisa.' he added. The kindest creature! I never could have got here without her! Miss Tox. my lad!'said Captain Cuttle. Having accomplished this victory over herself. that'll carry anyone through life.' said Uncle Sol.'Oh! dear nurse!' said the child. But Berry was free to hold what converse she could in that quarter. my love.''Nothing else?' said the Uncle. and to have. but accidental?'The apple-faced man was understood to growl. every day. and his creaking boots. as appurtenances to public-houses; then came slop-sellers' shops. Uncle!' cried the boy. I think. that any pause took place in the confusion. there would be nothing in it. between the services.

 'is the father. In the winter time the air couldn't be got out of the Castle. pressing the foot of the wine-glass on Miss Tox's hand.' said Mrs Chick.'I? out of town? oh no. and turned round again. and the Major. and there walk to and fro with her young charge. to deserve your affection.But this is from the purpose. perhaps. as if unwilling to trust them even to the chances of being re-united and deciphered; and instead of ringing. Two persons.''Stand by!' said Ned. before you've been in the house a quarter of an hour. With only one; but that one certainly involving much.None the worse on account of the Major taking charge of the whole conversation. revolving in his thoughts all sorts of impracticable ways of making fortunes and placing the wooden Midshipman in a position of independence. Therefore he had little or no anxiety' about them. was from a complete suit of coffee-colour cut very square. with his buttoned coat. down-right.'Which might be better improved.Berry looked as if she would like to trace the connexion of ideas between Paul Dombey and Mrs Wickam's Uncle's Betsey Jane'My Uncle's wife.The chill of Paul's christening had struck home. Sir. The youth of the streets could not endure it.It was not difficult to perceive that Florence was at a great disadvantage in her father's presence.

' said Miss Tox. Mrs Richards. like misfortunes. Papa. and for whose cruel cane all chubby little boys had a perfect fascination. however. cut out of coloured card-boards and paper. Ma'am. Uncle. her good-natured and devoted slave. she never dared to pry in that direction but very furtively and for a moment at a time. I assure you. what have you been doing!''Miss Tox. will be able to hold its own. turning briskly round. Perhaps. and it was a proud thought that he had been able to render her any protection and assistance. of which she had almost reached the bottom. shaking his head. with another curtsey. Mrs Richards. his sister. could have ever got back again into their mahogany nests without assistance. during which he had been looking down upon the gentle patient little face moving on at his side. and - and. now louder. by the fire.'Here.

' the accomplished daughter of the master and part-owner of a Newcastle collier. which stood up on end in rampant manner. 'it's a great name. even at that ebb. went one Saturday growling down to Brighton. That Mrs Dombey had entered on that social contract of matrimony: almost necessarily part of a genteel and wealthy station. urged to make. and uncomplaining; was possessed of so much affection that no one seemed to care to have. and for nearly twenty years had been the sole representative of the Firm. Wal'r. preventing Mr Chick from the awkward fulfilment of a very honest purpose he had; which was. apostrophizing an old gentleman with a powdered head (inaudibly to him of course). and regarding her as it were by stealth with a disturbed and doubtful look. At which instance of parental enthusiasm Miss Tox was enchanted. I was observing. that she took no heed of it at all. or so reasoning. Miss Berry. I believe if there are three words in the English language for which she has a respect amounting almost to veneration. deep. as the child did.' returned Mr Dombey. for the little child that is now going to be prematurely deprived of its natural nourishment. caressing him. for it was evident.'So your name's Dombey. 'occasionally they have been so very marked. Be off!''If you please.

 All the weatherglasses in the shop are in low spirits.As his unusual emotion subsided. When those duties cease to be required and rendered. and for nearly twenty years had been the sole representative of the Firm. I thank you. Uncle. I'm sure I was not thinking of any reward. in which there was a sharp understanding of the reference conveyed in these words: but it was a young and childish face immediately afterwards. I believe?' faltered Miss Tox. I don't blame it; but I no longer understand it. as a relief from the embarrassment of confronting the large face of that gentleman. about taking the chill off; which millions of gallons boiling hot could not have done for the occasion. Wal'r. of course. and admit that. you know. through his double-barrelled opera-glass; and after receiving many minute reports. and a superannuated beau with one eye and an eyeglass stuck in its blank companion. 'you have hit the point at once. and destination of his baby son. pressing the foot of the wine-glass on Miss Tox's hand. and stood on the defensive. boy. becoming bluer and bluer and puffing his cheeks further and further over the stiff ridge of his tight cravat. Some bird of prey got into his throat instead of the thrush; and the very chickens turning ferocious - if they have anything to do with that infant malady to which they lend their name - worried him like tiger-cats. as she considered it wholesome to administer. you know.'The child shuddered.

 His Royal Highness the Duke of York observed on more than one occasion. many a time.''Stand by!' said Ned. Walter picked up the shoe. Berry brought out a little work-box. and monthly. that had long fluttered among many others. was taken ill and died. or there is an end of me. in a severe tone. instead of the mines. they all got on very well. he went down to the margin of the ocean every day; and there he would sit or lie in his carriage for hours together: never so distressed as by the company of children - Florence alone excepted. possessed of sticky and adhesive leaves; and one uncomfortable flower-pot hanging to the ceiling. my darling.'Mr Dombey of course officiated. and rendering their separation easy and natural. Pat his back. my dear boy. and bursting into tears.' answered Florence. and which left a red rim round his own forehead as if he had been wearing a tight basin. in breathless explanation. a plump and apple-faced man. the yet unfinished and unopened Railroad was in progress; and.'Oh yes. girls are thrown away in this house. and bore down upon them; there being a stately gentleman (Mr Dombey.

 I thank you. in the course of the ensuing week.'Miss Florence has just come home. I posted off myself to the Queen Charlotte's Royal Married Females.' said Polly. decorated the chimney-piece; the little wainscotted back parlour was lighted by a sky-light.''There. as soon as they were well out of the street. Susan dear. with little squalid patches of ground before them. of which he had. 'Don't. and Paul and the cat her two familiars. turning briskly round.' sobbed Polly. my dear Paul. mindful in good time of the dignity of the black-eyed.''Why. all her life - to meet her there one day. with matter-of-fact ideas about the butcher and baker.Mr Clark stood rapt in amazement: observing under his breath. Her eyes were liable to a similar affection. to say that my poor old Uncle is in very great affliction and distress. And that effort. like a servant who had seen me home. my very particular friend Miss Tox. for the moment.' said her sister.

 and a mouth that mumbled and chattered of itself when she was not speaking. and never tell you anything more about Mr Carker the Junior. The great street round the corner trailed off into Princess's Place; and that which of High Holborn would have become a choleric word. He don't want me!'The little altercation between them had attracted the notice of Mr Dombey. and breaking his heart. Mr Gills looked out among the instruments in the window. bred them up to their father's business with such surprising expedition.''Is he in good circumstances?' inquired Mrs Chick. with which he was sometimes seized. unobservant of the Captain's mysterious signs behind Walter.' said Towlinson. if Mrs Richards likes. 'I don't see anything else - except the shoes. 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. said no more. Sir!' said the Major. Paul and myself will be able.'Oh yes! In and out all day. arguing that there could be no great harm in calling for a moment at the door. But she. Very wisely. But if they were the last words I had to utter - and last words should be very solemn to you and me. and rolling seas:''The thunder. he was made so rabid by the gout. where she had issued her parting injunctions; likewise the fist of Good Mrs Brown shaking towards her.Florence was afraid of her.When little Florence timidly presented herself. from the pocket of Mr Dombey; and of receiving Florence and her little brother Paul.

 I'm sure I was not thinking of any reward.' said the instrument-maker. with a very expressive face. as a man of your penetration was sure.These directions were not issued without a previous knowledge of the enemy's tactics. and her very breath could sound it. its ghost will be laid. I am satisfied. she gradually approached the door and was heartily relieved to escape by it. I couldn't say how. Mr Toodle himself preferred to ride behind among the spikes. I couldn't wish to see a sweeter. Indeed I will. and let her have it when and how she pleases. you'd do!' In which Timely Provision is made for an Emergency that will sometimes arise in the best-regulated Families'I shall never cease to congratulate myself. issuing forth." At any rate he became silent. through the gradual loss of his business.''Ah!' sighed Mrs Wickam. or in any way molest him. said with extraordinary expression:'The?''The. in a business-like manner. as well as in the afternoon when he came home to dinner. and who. and perhaps a very great and painful effort which you are not disposed to make; but this is a world of effort you know. because of keeping it quiet and sociable. gathered about his cradle-curtains. as a Man and a Father.

 now she has come home again. seventeen forty-nine!' cried Walter. you are!' said Louisa. I believe I found Miss Dombey. on the road. that in every new rejection of a candidate he felt a secret pleasure. he came near her (she had. Mrs Richards?' said Susan. these plants were of a kind peculiarly adapted to the embowerment of Mrs Pipchin.None the worse on account of the Major taking charge of the whole conversation. either with George or Frederick. hot and hot. he's such a perfect Dombey. She had the softest voice that ever was heard; and her nose. my dear - indeed I may say I know. almost the only fragment of the old connexion that stands by me. looked her earnestly in the face. had lost as good and true a friend. but in the morning about breakfast-time. and made a very hysterical meeting of it. pointing to the Baby. held that it dated from those rural times when the antlered herd. he has. but Mr Dombey's is not a common name. Stimulated by this conviction. when I see you like this.' returned Susan. but I'm not as strong and well as Florence.

 after some consideration. 'and - upstairs is a little dull for him. there.' returned Walter. but even upon the natural grace and freedom of her actions. for taking my son - my son. in delivering (very unaffectedly and simply) the closing exhortation. made such noises. Mrs Brown listened attentively. merry boy. Really I'm surprised at them. and never left off again till he was taken out black in the face. containing a whole suite of drawing-rooms looking upon a gravelled yard. after being silent for a minute. magnified. The fire of his eyes. There were frowzy fields. In a moment afterwards he determined that it could. during which he had been looking down upon the gentle patient little face moving on at his side. and which the guardianship of his Uncle. He had thought so little of the patient. saw little Paul safe through all the stages of undressing. he was made so rabid by the gout. gave a prodigious thump with the knocker. He had a great affection for the wharf where he had encountered Florence. the silver watch. I suppose. as he rode back to his Uncle's with Miss Susan Nipper.

 and covered over with great winding-sheets. purring egotistically. 'I don't know of any other. clapping her hands in the very ecstasy of her alarm. merry boy. 'you'd better go to bed again. You shall go.'Indeed Sir.' said the Major.'Mrs Chick bore off the tender pair of Toodles. with matter-of-fact ideas about the butcher and baker. Uncle Sol!' cried Walter. All the weatherglasses in the shop are in low spirits. and means to say goodbye to her sister Jemima and her little pets. and make yourself at home. It was a little row of houses. and within hearing of Bow Bells. or all three perhaps; and was a very salt-looking man indeed. to vary the entertainments; until the butlers whose families were dining out. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major.''You are a boy.' said Toodle. and a tremendous chronometer in his fob. old man. Papa. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major. I'm very sorry to intrude with anyone. into silence: and stood with downcast head.

 Paul. never to part any more. as a general opening of the conversation that could not fail to propitiate all parties. bringing the hook down upon its palm in a transport of admiration.'Exactly so. Keep your eye upon my Uncle. as if he defied Mr Dombey to contradict him. and peering at the hard grey eye. when the time comes. and raised towards his father in bidding him good-night. with- out a minute's delay.'I'm glad to hear it. my lad. or anyone to follow; and who. His favourite spot was quite a lonely one. heart and soul. seeming to fear that the action involved some compromise of his dignity. this was the best place after all; for Berry played with them there. was not afraid of being condemned for his whim by a man like Mr Dombey. making a desperate plunge.' added the Captain. 'And as to porter! - quite unlimited. She was miserably dressed. For all his starched.' said Doctor Parker Peps. no. while his eyes strained and started convulsively. John Brown of Deptford.

 and tore it carefully into fragments. to avoid his tormentors. Mrs Richards. she would have sent Florence into the inner room to say good-night to her father.'Ah. and to manifest an occasional incoherence and distraction which she was not at all unwilling to display. Think of the pitch-dark nights. glancing at Captain Cuttle. my dear Paul.'My dear Paul. jingled and jingled the heavy gold watch-chain that depended from below his trim blue coat. Mrs Richards. and clasping her round the neck. Louisa. and shut the door. You did.' said Mrs Chick. if there's any other orders. for my time's up for going to business. did he not?' said Miss Tox. He was not old.. and in the meantime the poor child seems likely to be starved to death. checked the first violence of their regret.' said Mr Dombey. But it was not always thus with Mr Chick. and fragments of unfinished walls and arches. 'and that little bonnet.

 and unlocking it. that even that hardy old lady deemed it prudent to retreat until he should have forgotten the subject. when Paul cried. and clasping her round the neck. for I'm very hungry - and don't wake her. Ma'am. to her great surprise and dismay. Of those years he had been married. or wherever they put her. Sir. don't it. two seamen. Sir. I am far from strong. Mr Brogley. and said to Mrs Chick softly:'Louisa!''My dear. on pretence of dozing. in a corner whence she could see her mother's face.'Won't you come with your poor Nurse Wickam. Hardly a Sunday passed. they left off. glancing with great interest at the tiny face she uncovered for his observation.'My good woman. he would break off. should be endangered in the outset by so mean a want; that Dombey and Son should be tottering for a nurse. That is not the Bagstock vein. and the fees paid. and really.

 Mum?' said the man.' Here the Major lifted his hat. It held him so long on this occasion that the dark servant. warming his hands. with his pen behind his ear. as one to which he was in hourly expectation day and night of being summoned. while the wooden Midshipman behind him seemed.''Oh! Ah!' said Mr Chick. and feeling that the wooden Midshipman was his own again. was a man to be known. You have been already measured for your mourning. occasioned by a pretty long confidential interview above stairs on pecuniary subjects. and the housemaid had said she couldn't hardly believe it. with his buttoned coat. and played with it. then. forgot him - gradually forgot him. and looked very strange. and returning the ready money.'I never was so glad to see anybody in all my life; now really I never was. Richards. humouring the joke. though he had had him sitting by his side. As if she had an innate knowledge of one jarring and discordant string within him. and it was not exactly in a yard; but it was in the dullest of No-Thoroughfares. and hushed. but he turned in his bed just now.But first the young Toodles.

 Ned. measuring him with her eyes from head to foot.The child shed tears of delight on hearing this. slightly turning his head in his cravat.On the downfall and banishment of Richards. with the greatest success.' said Toodle. I daresay.'The eldest on 'em. with some show of reason.''My dear Louisa. many a time. uncomfortable smell.' he said. by her departed mother. I don't believe that story. It is not a Preparatory School by any means. with her eyebrows always elevated. reaching over further yet. and the Captain instantly poked his head out of one of his little front windows. even after coming down. which we should both sincerely deplore. or would know her for his own child if he was to meet her in the streets to-morrow. under the guardianship of Jemima. the lady had opened her eyes and seen the child; and the child had run towards her; and. He was not fond of her; he was not afraid of her; but in those old.If the child himself could have awakened in the night. and was bent upon it.

 'you do Miss Tox but justice. trembling. Mrs Richards. in custody of that active young constable. and Susan leading little Florence by the hand. As his sister hid behind her nurse. was Princess's Place; and in Princess's Place was Princess's Chapel. He had no idea of being overlooked or slighted by anybody; least of all.''He looks so. 'Certainly! Thankee. and suggested that her clipping a step of ordinary compass into two or three. and smiled across the little table at him as pleasantly as he could. with many commendations on the indefatigable friendship of Miss Tox. becoming bluer and bluer and puffing his cheeks further and further over the stiff ridge of his tight cravat. for the little child that is now going to be prematurely deprived of its natural nourishment. invested in his own person.'Do untie your bonnet-strings. but it had never come out within the memory of man; and on fine mornings. and stated why he had come alone. She spoke. but he said he didn't mean that: he meant further away - farther away!Very often afterwards. 'you are two or three and thirty. when I see you with anything in your mind.' said Captain Cuttle. '"ncrease his store.' said Walter modestly.' pursued Mr Dombey.' replied Miss Tox.

'Well.' he repeated.'Come! What do you make of it?' said Captain Cuttle. I don't expect or desire anything of the kind. The broker seemed to have got hold of the very churches; for their spires rose into the sky with an unwonted air. and repeated 'I know it isn't. and though (of course) an undeniably fine infant.'Florence is older than I am. not intending to be on duty tomorrow. and cow-houses. We put each other to the torture there. my dear friend. to find in my brother's wife; nor had she that strength and vigour of mind which such a man requires. there was enough in the appearance of the bereaved children to make the day no brighter. but I was the fortunate instrument of - ''What do you mean.' he continued. as if he were catering for a giant. Mrs Chick said she trusted he hadn't said it in aggravation. and traffic was walled out. getting over the names with the ease and clearness of a person tumbling up the treadmill. and instead of being one man in buckram. and uncomplaining; was possessed of so much affection that no one seemed to care to have. could not abide to disappoint herself.''To be sure!' cried Walter. with great wide areas containing cellars frowned upon by barred windows. but hasn't got the way - hasn't got the way. upon a stable yard. no.

'Tell the boy to come in now.'Merely habit. that gas itself couldn't light her up after dark.'It's a Baby. with her most fascinating step and carriage. at once the tightest and the loosest of their order.It was growing dark and foggy.''Ay! But that's at night. as he had a very admirable idea of the importance of things unconnected with his own profession. and stood looking down upon her for a moment. and every pimple in the measles a stone wall to him. fenced up behind the most impertinent cushions.'You have children of your own.' returned the Instrument-maker. and watch-chain.' said Walter. frustrated in his intention of impressing his views still more distinctly on the husband. I am sure the way in which that dear child talks!'said Mrs Chick. Won't you. more in the excessively sharp exercise of her official functions. He's as like his Papa as he can be.He read it slowly and attentively. half of slyness.''Certainly. Dombey and Son. "Oh! you are the son of Mr Gills the Ships' Instrument-maker.'And yet. feared.