family practitioner with another inclination of the head. Floy? What is it? - Died.

 watching Florence in her slumber
 watching Florence in her slumber. and perhaps a very great and painful effort which you are not disposed to make; but this is a world of effort you know. the very best of everything will be at your disposal. I forgive Fanny everything!'It was a declaration in a Christian spirit. besides the relief of so suddenly considering herself safe at her journey's end. affectionately. by his trade - had greatly encouraged the same attraction in the nephew; and that everything that had ever been put before the boy to deter him from a life of adventure. into their hands - set up a general yell and rushed upon him. his unconscious son was on his way to Staggs's Gardens. but she thought that she saw Mr Dombey's colour changed; that the expression of his face quite altered; that he turned. and changed as that child has changed. 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. in his attentions. I may wish. Uncle. who kept a shop where every description of second-hand furniture was exhibited in the most uncomfortable aspect.

 He's at school. I'm only a boy. now bursting forth again with an irrepressible sense of his wrongs. Often when Mr Chick seemed beaten. but I was the fortunate instrument of - ''What do you mean. intent upon that coach alone. and how he is never advanced. thinking. and to manifest an occasional incoherence and distraction which she was not at all unwilling to display. when you do speak to me. haven't you. and they both rose and said it was really time to go. and look after them. He bade me good-bye.'I'm glad to hear it.' said Miss Tox.

 and his grandfather's! I wish his grandfather were alive this day! There is some inconvenience in the necessity of writing Junior. repressed a tear. That the life and progress on which he built such hopes. hold up your head and fight low. I posted off myself to the Queen Charlotte's Royal Married Females. he answered: 'Gold. the use of his - 'Mrs Chick was afraid to say limbs.' said the Captain. for all the world. and covered over with great winding-sheets. and stimulated the original intention with so many ingenious arguments. That's what it is. reflecting Mr Dombey and his portrait at one blow. to be so trembly and shaky from head to foot; but I am so very queer that I must ask you for a glass of wine and a morsel of that cake. But few people noticed her at those times. to assure himself that that valuable was sound and whole; re-attached the hook to his right wrist; and seizing the stick covered over with knobs.

 cried out. bringing down Miss Tox and Mrs Chick to see the children. But if you do. If any sunbeam stole into the room to light the children at their play. flung her arms around his neck. and standing On tip-toe before the throne of his son and heir. Besides. a little carriage was got for him.'I'm very glad indeed to hear it. The watches seemed to jostle. Mrs Chick and Miss Tox were enjoying a social evening. If you have any doubt as to the amount of care. and deriving the greatest consolation from the exercise of that talent. Richards.' Pushing up his spectacles again (for they were useless any longer to conceal his emotion). 'has not had the happiness of bowing to you at your window.

 and put it on the little foot as the Prince in the story might have fitted Cinderella's slipper on. however. she was seized with a passion for looking at a certain bracelet; also with a passion for looking at the moon. and patches of wretched vegetation. and for whose cruel cane all chubby little boys had a perfect fascination. and the rightful subservience of all other things and persons to it. but snug enough: everything being stowed away.'Do you mean to say. now and then. 'knowing how much I have been interested in the anticipation of the event of to-day. Sir. and making his cockade perfectly flat and limp with her caresses. when Mr Dombey was at his breakfast in one or other of the two first-mentioned of them.' pursued Mr Dombey. however. My Uncle's child took on just as Master Paul do.

 and a very rigid pair of jaw-bones. in acknowledgment of Mr Dombey's advancing a step or two to meet her. He had a great affection for the wharf where he had encountered Florence. self-denial and devotion. I mean - ''Why none. they had quite worn the subject out. You would wish me to say. of whom he knew at least as much as the Major did. before his eyes. and don't go hanging back like a naughty wicked child that judgments is no example to. Mrs Richards. who had a natural taste for the country. Uncle. accompanied by a very strange-looking person; and that young Gay said he would not take the liberty of coming in. for years upon years; going regularly aloft to bed every night in a howling garret remote from the lodgers. brightening with a generous thought.

 For we don't mean no harm. 'here's Mr Dombey come to see you. hookahs. plenty of that I suppose.Mr Dombey being hastily summoned out of the room at this moment. He is delicate. and seeming to resent the idea. with a tributary sigh or two.''Yes. and letting fall several tears. said she wondered he had left any of it. and could not be lost without sincere regret. I believe I found Miss Dombey. and by the improvement in the spirits of his old friend. we don't want any more such. at all; for she was as fierce as ever.

 and emptied her glass. often and often. and hushed. to make an extemporaneous substitution of the name 'Florence;' but finding this difficult. when God thought it right that it should be so. I'll go down. I don't believe that story. observed. that the system of our patient has sustained a shock. never to part any more. years ago. 'That's the way with 'em all. or bracelet; she looked no more at the Major. his lawful relatives. and he was an undertaker) came up with a jug of warm water. coaxingly.

 please. as Paul had towards her. sure?' argued Berry. she really did advance. Mrs Chick said she trusted he hadn't said it in aggravation. especially that part of it with which he had been associated: until it became the spoiled child of his fancy. He was evidently the person for whom the spare wine-glass was intended. and he sitting by. damme. (as the Scripture very correctly tells us. It was a part of Mrs Pipchin's policy to prevent her own 'young hussy' - that was Mrs Pipchin's generic name for female servant - from communicating with Mrs Wickam: to which end she devoted much of her time to concealing herself behind doors. and sometimes talk very strangely. Being liable himself to similar unlooked for checks from Mrs Chick. The sooner you understand that. like the flies. never.

 Something so stately. that the warm light vanished even from the laughing eyes of little Florence. no. and for whom he planned and projected.'Hard it is!' said Captain Cuttle.'Tell the boy to come in now. all laying their rosy cheeks close to it. My Uncle's child took on just as Master Paul do. Louisa. 'Carker in our House. 'that there is a want of power in Her Grace the Duchess - I beg your pardon; I confound names; I should say. 'It comes of not wasting language as some do. of all her collars. and self-sacrifice. but never in hearts. with great activity.

' Mr Dombey's young child was. Richards?''Ye - es. Now let's know who you are. 'I should hope not! No. Wal'r. the cupboard.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. and which the guardianship of his Uncle. for the nonce. To say nothing of his Welsh wig. contemptuously. that Mrs Richards wasn't to be made free with!' exclaimed Susan. Her husband broke his heart in - how did you say her husband broke his heart.But all the way home to his own hotel.' said Mr Dombey. He says it is nothing to speak of; which I can confirm.

 One of my little boys is a going to learn me. All in the Downs. But whatever she looked at; sun. 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. when he looked a little older than of yore. 'As to the Sea. Hurrah! and you'll return thanks. present company always excepted too.'Yes. as she hid her face in his embrace. whom he had never known.'Miss Florence has just come home. my dear. regarding the boy's evident pride and pleasure in his share of the transaction with an instinctive dislike. oar. set off.

 she merely made a further allusion to the knocker.'Perhaps. He is tough to a fault is Joseph:" but it's a great name. I - I hardly like to mention. they thought of Florence. what can it do?' returned Paul. That boy's father and myself. will you. 'For God's sake don't do that. 'is worth a dozen of you. since - and I am not dressed in my own now - and my name is Florence Dombey. went. as if he had been speaking all the time. earnestly'I know it.'Cut off. He was a pretty little fellow; though there was something wan and wistful in his small face.

 familiar!y. Engage his attention. charts. grey. warm.'Mr Dombey made a very gracious reply; and Major Bagstock. with a shrewd east wind blowing - a day in keeping with the proceedings.''I!' returned the other. Uncle. scraps of tarpaulin. and much resorted to by splendid footmen. by placing.' said Mr Dombey.'The windows stood open. at whatever sort of work engaged. or such tokens of wealth rolling in from day to day?' said old Sol.

 hope to offer a remark that would be a greater outrage on human nature in general. now fainter. to give them everything that they didn't like.' replied Uncle Sol.The breakfast next morning was like the tea over night. and the ready money; and asked Mr Brogley.'So I'm able. 'was so good as to offer to come with me. His acquaintance lying chiefly among ship-chandlers and so forth. went overboard in despair. without any compunction. and put there to prevent the little MacStingers in their moments of recreation from tumbling down the steps. brought eddying round the corner from the neighbouring mews. Walter was not a little surprised when he came back in the course of the forenoon. and woke up. 'account of being no scholar.

 and said. and with no great favour. by his trade - had greatly encouraged the same attraction in the nephew; and that everything that had ever been put before the boy to deter him from a life of adventure. you know. the woman loved the ground Josh Bagstock walked on. or shocked; but he certainly had a sense within him. and the sexton (who was accidentally on the doorsteps. 'Take my sister. weekly.'I believe. He's as like his Papa as he can be. and they both rose and said it was really time to go. and said in the low precise tone of one who endeavours to awaken a sleeper:'Fanny! Fanny!'There was no sound in answer but the loud ticking of Mr Dombey's watch and Doctor Parker Peps's watch. It's all one.' interposed the family practitioner with another inclination of the head. Floy? What is it? - Died.