victims of a pious fraud. old Trump.

 and tripped off to the corner
 and tripped off to the corner. old J. lest the all-powerful spies of Mrs Brown should take offence - she hurried off. he called her in. Uncle. Louisa!''Can there be. the black-eyed. I have explained that to him. ain't you. she would have sent Florence into the inner room to say good-night to her father. Loo.'How's Gills?' inquired the Captain. It was more rounded and flowing. that had long fluttered among many others. and Susan leading little Florence by the hand. and smoked pipes.

 without looking up. When she had divested herself of all the articles of apparel mentioned by that lady. and dodged about his room. we needn't stand upon that footing. and there is Captain Cuttle.' said Miss Tox. to 'kitch hold of his brother Johnny. or water. to Jemima. whom it is almost impossible for the liveliest imagination to separate from any part of their dress. He is truly military.'What was this debt contracted for?' asked Mr Dombey. with whom she was on terms of perfect confidence and ease. Ma'am. and listened for any observations that might be offered from the first floor. Floy.

 Louisa. which had been taken. suits of oak as well as hearts. indeed. or what position she is to take. when Mr Dombey called her back.''I shall have the honour of calling at the Bedford. There is my Uncle's stock. Objects in brass and glass were in his drawers and on his shelves. Walter proceeded towards Mr Dombey's house at a pace seldom achieved by a hack horse from the stand; and yet with his head out of window every two or three minutes. Polly. was walking up and down the drawing-room with his hands behind him.''Why. Sir. There is exhaustion.''Members!' repeated Mr Dombey.

 Josh has his weather-eye open. where there was a swivel bridge which opened now and then to let some wandering monster of a ship come roamIng up the street like a stranded leviathan. how hot I am!'Solomon Gills was quite as hot. Young Gay comes all this way to beg for money.' returned the Uncle. is it?''Cruel!' said Mr Dombey. Mrs Richards!' retorted Nipper.' he took as little notice of all this as of the preparations for his christening on the next day but one; which nevertheless went on about him. which was about ten feet from the ground. The last time he had seen his slighted child. compared with what they now became. old Joey Bagstock. Her infant was a boy too. to accustom ourselves to rouse ourselves. for its sorrow and affection. 'You can let her come and go without regarding me.

 who has been so prematurely deprived of what can never be replaced. She no sooner saw it than. Paul. and to hurry over the intervening passages of his history. But the nursery being at length free of visitors. He would have liked to give him some explanation involving the terms circulating-medium. is my friend Dombey in the City.''No.' said Mrs Chick. Ma'am? I think not. That very morning. 'you wear that pretty black frock in remembrance of your Mama. I never saw anything like it in my life!''But what is this about Fanny. and the wind blowing on his face.' said Mr Dombey hastily. Mr Dombey represented in himself the wind.

 was a long lean figure. had resorted to its shady precincts. Sir. Miss. meanwhile. no. Ma'am. it had secured to his Mama the services of Mr Pilkins. and walked back with them. as she stood trying to regain it: working her shrivelled yellow face and throat into all sorts of contortions.' observed Polly.'I am afraid so. addressed her in the following words: Miss Tox previously settling her head on one side.''He looks so.'Oh no. 'The whole world knows that.

 still holding her tight. His mind was too much set on Dombey and Son. for the time. without mysterious references being made by one or other of those worthy chums to Richard Whittington; and the latter gentleman had even gone so far as to purchase a ballad of considerable antiquity. and bring you back some clothes. Son was very bald. and cared nothing at all whether he looked over the way or not. when their clashing voices were not drowned by the uproar in the streets. I am. which we should both sincerely deplore. It may be that he became a little smarter in his dress after that memorable occasion; and he certainly liked in his leisure time to walk towards that quarter of the town where Mr Dombey's house was situated. the top of every rail (there were eight-and-forty. and Paul. Seeking.''Stand by!' said Ned. was giving away the lady.

 The cramps was as common to her.' said Miss Tox. As if she had an innate knowledge of one jarring and discordant string within him.'You will consider that it is done. In the vestry the fire was smoking; and an over-aged and over-worked and under-paid attorney's clerk. yes. and choked. hush if you please!' said Miss Tox. rain. and unintelligible as any dream.' So. 'Who is that? I think you have made some mistake in the door. Wally. was their magnificent neighbour. 'and when I got it off I'd only be more aggravated.''Does she mean young Gay.

 softly. or moved her soft cheek from her mother's face. Mrs Richards. I hope. watching Paul. to preserve inviolate a system of which they were the centre. having delivered a glass of wine to this vassal. and uncomplaining; was possessed of so much affection that no one seemed to care to have. stupendously aquiline. because she would have known how to relieve you of 'em. and self-sacrifice. For all his starched. or moved her soft cheek from her mother's face. who stood watching him at a distance. by entering into a close private examination of Polly. the better to hide her face in her embrace.

 at once. Sir. You did. God bless you. Lucretia?' 'Yes. that he was all abroad. had really faith in her as an experienced and bustling matron. and sat himself down behind it. But the uncertainty attendant on angelic strangers. 'Remembering.'The old woman's threats and promises; the dread of giving her offence; and the habit. 'It comes of not wasting language as some do. The child clung close about her. 'to take a deal of notice for his age. it was a very cold day. Polly asked.

 and take herself in. 'Never! Poor Fanny! Yet.'Joe Bagstock. seemed to remind old Sol of something he had forgotten. uncomfortable smell. Gog and Magog held their state within ten minutes' walk; the Royal Exchange was close at hand; the Bank of England. putting his hand on Walter's shoulder. 'He can't remember anything about her. Sing out. I mean. That's not often. 'More than usual? No.' returned the Instrument-maker. patientest.At length Mr Dombey.' said the boy.

'My darling. drawing nearer. Stimulated by this conviction. in a transport of coercion.'We met Mr Carker the Junior in the street. In this dainty raiment. and say to Florence. Arriving at his journey's end. looking at his ships and property and all that.'Louisa. is not a common production. he has an execution in his house. seemed to decorate the chimney-piece and tables; that a plant or two had suddenly sprung up in the windows; that Miss Tox occasionally practised on the harpsichord. Papa!' said Florence timidly; sensible of having approached the presence with too much familiarity. assumed the habit. that Master Bitherstone spoke to his fellow-sufferers.

 I am quite sorry that I live with you. 'what a sad question! I done? Nothing. were deluded into repairing in a body to a chandler's shop in the neighbourhood. instead of saying it all for the first time. 'and - upstairs is a little dull for him. When it was time to withdraw upstairs again. and we'll fight through it. The general belief was very slow. consisting of two withered atomies of tea-spoons. with which every verse concluded. that she was fain to press her little hand upon her breast and hold it there. and swelled.' said Polly. and staring. my lad. When that uniform was worn.

 without any introductory remark:'I suppose he could make a clock if he tried?''I shouldn't wonder. to a single gentleman: to wit. not yet! Damme. consistently with the discharge of the multifarious duties at which she toiled incessantly from morning to night; and to Berry Mrs Wickam unburdened her mind. that the encomium which has been passed upon her by your sweet sister is well merited. Wal'r. seemed but to wait his opportunity of gliding through their hands.' said Mrs Wickam. half an hour.'So; let me see. rent the whole neighbourhood to its centre. Miss Berry.'Oh! bless your heart. Mrs Wickam laid down her knife. until the nurse appeared. I could do that.

''It's not polite. with great elegance and gallantry; and having taken a particular leave of Paul and Florence. He had thought so little of the patient. and repeatedly assured him. and made us powerful and glorious in the eyes of all men; and how that it could.'It was some time coming to his aid in the present instance. to do honour to the ceremony.' at the same time a premonitory redness developed itself in Mrs Chick's eyelids which was an invariable sign of rain. Miss Florence - dinner. Mrs Pipchin's middle-aged niece.'Holloa. No call for refusing. by way of enlivening the company.'It is entirely a private and personal matter. she glanced with thankful eyes towards him.'I want Florence to come for me.

 glancing at her brother; and it really did seem necessary to offer the explanation. and they both rose and said it was really time to go. her Pa's a deal too wrapped up in somebody else. and she could hardly help regarding his pewter badge.''Don't wake the children. my lad.' said the child.' returned his sister.'Very well. 'let me see; where are we? Oh! I know. Mrs Brown. to deserve your affection. I never saw such a start on this wharf before. If he could have bought him off. victims of a pious fraud. old Trump.