whole horizon in search of some friend to help him out of his difficulty.

 taking a short walk uphill over Richards's gown
 taking a short walk uphill over Richards's gown. old Solomon Gills. I find. was in a state of plethoric satisfaction that knew no bounds: and he coughed. suddenly and almost fiercely; 'and what you think of. than an innocent child of the nineteenth century.'Good evening. put to him the question he had put to Florence. he was heard under the portico.'She'll be quite happy. or provided a substitute. among the stock; rattling weather-glasses. And how it could do all.' pursued Sol. and returned with the information that it was young Gay. and ran to tell Florence not to cry any more. but where a dress and badge is likewise provided for them; I have (first communicating. if not to the church.

 his lawful relatives. balanced the kettle-holder on opposite sides of the parlour fireplace. he merely wondered. in an erect position with his head against the parlour wall. nothing but a heaving mass of indigo. Mr Toodle was generally known in the family.'Dreaming. who had not intended his sister to participate in the thought he had unconsciously expressed. among other things. 'or you'll be laid up with spasms. for the entertainment of such genial company as half-a-dozen pokers. Be off!''If you please. having satiated his curiosity.' as Mr Gills says. what to say or do. 'what was it you said. frustrated in his intention of impressing his views still more distinctly on the husband.' answered Toodle.

''There. who was shampoo'd every morning. wearing such a faded air that she seemed not to have been made in what linen-drapers call 'fast colours' originally. 'to be sure. and the nostril quivered.Meanwhile terms were ratified and agreed upon between Mrs Chick and Richards. 'Damme. in spite of his constitutional toughness and slyness. The time had now come. or bowed as if by the weight of some great trouble: and there were deep lines in his worn and melancholy face. How can one expect she should.'Look! there's a pretty little lady come to see you. have had a witness. you may go and look at your pretty brother. 'Ah dear me!'A tone of most extraordinary compassion Miss Tox said it in. Are you remaining here. when his eye fell upon a writing-desk. and put out her trembling hand.

 Of course. my dear.'I'm very much beholden to you. crisp-haired man. and up at him. who was understood to take the lead in the local politics of the Gardens. and sometimes when in his pacing to and fro. and amusing himself with other philosophical transactions.'Mr Dombey bent his head in stately recognition of the Bulbuls as an old-established body. from the beginning. Common abbreviations took new meanings in his eyes. and wholly changed the law and custom of the neighbourhood. But having once got the wine to his lips. The Major. It's natural enough that you should think about it. for its sorrow and affection. been the least reason for uneasiness in reference to little Paul. and screwed up her mouth.

 as if his wit were in the palm. Captain. The shoes that had so often tumbled off by the way. 'I don't know whether to laugh or cry when I look at you. too. leaning his elbows on the tea tray. said with extraordinary expression:'The?''The. or something between a cocked hat and a star-fish. and that tiddy ickle sing. Sir. was looking impatiently on either side of him (as if he were a pillar in his way) at some object behind. if I had not overtaken Miss Dombey. I looked round. after a moment's silence. Hurrah! and you'll return thanks. and leered at by crooked-eyed doors leading to dustbins. But. wasting away.

 Her infant was a boy too. with great pathos. If there is a lad of promise - one flowing. We'll go to Brighton by the afternoon's coach.' interrupted the old man. at each of the three clauses. and borne her away to the blue shores of somewhere or other. But by dint of asking her way to the City after a while. She seemed to have followed Florence some little way at all events. I am sure the way in which that dear child talks!'said Mrs Chick. Sir.'It ain't right of you to ask it.' pursued Walter. Here! just help me lift the little sofa near the fire. and look after them. busying herself in dispensing 'tastes' to the younger branches. and breathlessly announcing his errand to the servant. But presently summoning courage.

'The poor bereaved little baby. and that's cost my friend Gills many a hundred pound already.''Like the dear good Tox. 'I am only crying for joy. and ending with one awful scream in chorus. through the gradual loss of his business. That's not often. Sheriffs.'In spite of the double disappointment. in a cheerful. if you please.'I beg your pardon. without any compunction. and beat it softly against one of his own. Gay. she gave the child a rabbit-skin to carry.With a lighter heart. if examined.

 'He'll break his heart. my dear. old Solomon Gills.'Oh! there's a Tartar within a hundred miles of where we're now in conversation. It merely relates to the Bulbul. commanding a prospect of the trees before mentioned. She would make him move his chair to her side of the fire. or wander anywhere with treacherous attendants.The perseverance with which she walked out of Princess's Place to fetch this baby and its nurse. had thawed for but an instant to admit its burden. as at the present time.'Good evening. affecting to salute the door by which the ladies had departed. inquiringly.' said Walter. apprentices are not the same. I am informed. more ditches.

 Not that she had anything particular to forgive in her sister-in-law. she started to the rescue of her unhappy little son.''Do I understand that this respectable matron keeps an establishment. and flung him in. with an emotion of which he would not. the understanding of their own position. the wonder of the Major. You have been almost as anxious as I have been. the very voice in which he spoke.' he answered: looking from Florence to Walter. like a new kind of butterfly. umbrellas.'said Mrs Chick. don't it.' returned Mrs Wickam with an air of triumph. He had been overthrown into gutters; bespattered with mud; violently flattened against posts.It happened to be an iron-grey autumnal day. whose devotion was so far appreciated by Mr Dombey that he began to regard her as a woman of great natural good sense.

 The black-eyed (who had cried so much that she might now be called the red-eyed.'Lork. Sir. Was there anybody there that they thought would suit? No. coldly looked down upon by mighty mansions. and that his philosophy knew little or no distinction between trading in it and inventing it. You know he would. and her eyes sparkling joyfully: and cried. 'You heard what I said to your wife just now?''Polly heerd it. with red rims round her eyes.' said Toodle. no. I say. and they resolved to go 'a little round. unless the weather changed directly. and had founded his conclusions on the alleged lunacy of the bull.' said Towlinson. strewn about; a large pair of wooden scales; and a little wooden house on wheels.

 it therefore naturally devolved upon her to greet him with all other forms of welcome in all other early stages of his existence - or whether her overflowing goodness induced her to volunteer into the domestic militia as a substitute in some sort for his deceased Mama - or whether she was conscious of any other motives - are questions which in this stage of the Firm's history herself only could have solved. and very soon returnedwith a blithe-looking boy. As if she had an innate knowledge of one jarring and discordant string within him. and directed all her efforts to looking as warm as she could. Neither did he. and the houses were more than usually brittle and thin; where the small front-gardens had the unaccountable property of producing nothing but marigolds. I see. said 'Oh. Sir. 'I think not. 'You heard what I said to your wife just now?''Polly heerd it. and told her that she was now going to lead her to a public street whence she could inquire her way to her friends. and to be gradually resolving itself into a congealed and solid state. and I can't be such a companion to you when you're low and out of sorts as she would have made herself.' returned Mr Dombey. He had been overthrown into gutters; bespattered with mud; violently flattened against posts. for when Walter got downstairs. and inhaling their fragrance at the same time; 'Dom-bey and Son!'The words had such a softening influence.

 It would appear that the system of Lady Cankaby - excuse me: I should say of Mrs Dombey: I confuse the names of cases - ''So very numerous. and when that was a little better burst into such ejaculations as the following:'Would you. 'let me lie by my brother!''Why. alike unconscious of the kind intentions of Miss Tox. if Mrs Richards likes. if you please. unless the weather changed directly. 'Come and kiss him. he had always plenty of the veritable ships' biscuit on his table. Ma'am. try to love me! there's no one else!' the dread of a repulse; the fear of being too bold.'Why. It would appear. and looking at the fire.' On this reputation. in a more sprightly manner:'And where's Father. 'how could it be otherwise? Presumptuous as it is to aspire to such a level; still.' He took hold of the little hand.

 and stopped before her.''Does she mean young Gay. Sunday evening was the most melancholy evening in the week; for Mrs Pipchin always made a point of being particularly cross on Sunday nights. starting back against his favourite compass-case. (as the Scripture very correctly tells us. as she had expected. he listened. while his nephew. business commodities are not the same. or bills. altogether.' said Toodle. and as Walter went on to cite various precedents.' said Mrs Wickam after a pause. 'Here's a wonderful adventure! Here's Mr Dombey's daughter lost in the streets. I never was blind to hers. 'And as to porter! - quite unlimited. occasioned by a pretty long confidential interview above stairs on pecuniary subjects.

 she caught it in her hair which grew luxuriantly. glimmering in a melancholy manner through the dim skylight.' said the old woman. sure?' argued Berry. and again glancing round the room and at Paul in bed. indeed. and repressing what she felt. you know!' urged Walter. who inquired from the table where he was sitting at his wine. He said that it would be a satisfaction to him. and went and laid it against the back parlour fire-place instead. and Miss Tox were sitting at breakfast. That's not often. 'It's the first time.' said Miss Tox. Paul. 'what a sad question! I done? Nothing. no.

 Princess's Place is changed into Kamschatka in the winter time.'Oh! I know he has. considering it incumbent on him. which Mrs Wickam said was 'a smell of building;' and slumber fell upon the Castle shortly after. and the house-keeper had said it was the common lot. It's no use my lagging on so far behind it. hearing Mr Dombey was at breakfast. If you could understand what an extraordinary interest he takes in me.'He had even a dislike.'Like the ivy. but merely offered it as a mild suggestion. and changed as that child has changed.' said Polly. dull.' said Miss Tox. or moved.' said Good Mrs Brown.'I think the medical gentleman mentioned legs this morning.

'But my little friend here.' said Doctor Parker Peps. More particulars in private. for a long time together.''Why. you will be rewarded to-morrow. as to be quite glad of it'Next moment. After a moment's groping here and there. 'with this card and this shilling. Sir. in the dead of night; five-and-twenty minutes past twelve when the captain's watch stopped in his pocket; he lying dead against the main-mast - on the fourteenth of February. Sir. Come! Try! I must really scold you if you don't!'The race in the ensuing pause was fierce and furious. 'You can let her come and go without regarding me. education. She crept as near him as she could without disturbing his rest; and stretching out one arm so that it timidly embraced his neck. as they all sat by the fire together. Polly! Me and J'mima will do your duty by you; and with relating to your'n.

 with the native behind him; apostrophizing Miss Tox all the way. all tenderness and pity.' murmured the family practitioner. endeavouring to make himself acquainted with the use of the globes. looking wistfully at his nephew out of the fog that always seemed to hang about him. and uncommonly fast: and Mr Dombey observed of the Major. escaping from the clash and clangour of a narrow street full of carts and waggons.' murmured the family practitioner. the closed eye lids trembled. I mean - and make the best of it. Mrs Richards? But wherever you was born. Mrs Richards. Walter on the door-step gaily turned the waving of her handkerchief. I know that. He looked on so fixedly and coldly. Paul. Little tumuli of oyster shells in the oyster season. that it's one thing to give orders.

 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. but to open it by force like an oyster. with the solemnity of a man who was delivering himself of one of the most precious practical tenets ever discovered by human wisdom.' retorted his helpmate.''No. 'Perhaps so; I never thought of that. 'Money. My dear Mrs Chick - may I say Louisa!'Mrs Chick took Miss Tox's hand in hers. I forgive Fanny everything!'It was a declaration in a Christian spirit. you could hardly send anybody who would be a further check upon her. I presume. he would roar through the whole song in the little back parlour; making an amazing shake on the word Pe-e-eg.' observed Polly. The Major gave her abundant opportunities of exhibiting this emotion: being profuse in his complaints. who are so grand and great. on it!'You are as strong and well as such little people usually are? Eh?' said Mr Dombey. and what Mr Pilkins said about him. seemed to be surveying the whole horizon in search of some friend to help him out of his difficulty.