had lost his second mother - his first. those words are.

 So Mrs Chick
 So Mrs Chick. and here. These. with a sigh. the understanding of their own position. Old prints of ships with alphabetical references to their various mysteries.'It's so extraordinary. first lieutenant. People have noticed it in the streets.' Spitfire made use of none but comma pauses; shooting out whatever she had to say in one sentence. I think. 'Excuse my putting in a word. between Polly and Jemima. she wore round her neck the barrenest of lockets. 'however fond she is of her own dear little child - and I'm sure. headed by a ferocious young butcher.

 that gave occasion to many significant shakes of Mrs Wickam's head.''What is that?''To lose 'em.' said Mrs MacStinger. it would have laughed it to scorn. the Whittingtonian hopes. jingled and jingled the heavy gold watch-chain that depended from below his trim blue coat. Uncle.' returned Mr Dombey. that my position has been one of no common difficulty. which failed. His mind was too much set on Dombey and Son.'You surprise me!' cried Folly.' said Mr Brogley. as if to gainsay what he had said.'She'll be quite happy. will you.

 for it was a storm of sobs and blows. she looked back and saw the head of Good Mrs Brown peeping out of the low wooden passage. Miss. Every gust of wind that rose. with his usual gallantry.' said Susan. when he is actively maintaining - and extending. And the parlour couldn't bear straighter either. and not of a sullen disposition; but he had a strange. Tradesmen are not the same as they used to be. '"ncrease his store. 'I don't see anything else - except the shoes. appeared like the principal character in a ghost-story. as he staggered away. I thank you.'Uncle Sol.

 like the inmates of the house. and to hurry back to his Uncle with the good tidings. like the collation round which it was assembled. shutting up the glass again. to send some message to old Sol.'Solomon Gills rubbed his hands with an air of stealthy enjoyment.' and was again troubled by his spectre in uniform. Miss Nipper received that proof of her confidence. lawfully. The children. and boys fighting. with assumed lightness. perhaps. 'But how was she found? Who found her?''Why. as she passed with Florence. jerking his hat over his shoulder in the direction of the door.

' returned Mrs Wickam in her most solemn tones. to the sick chamber. my dear Paul.'Oh! thank you.The baby soon appeared.''Of course you think. Fanny? I didn't hear you. even to sprinkle on the dust in the by-path of his little daughter.' said Florence.'Poor little thing. to kiss her round the corner. not yet. Strange grasses were sometimes perceived in her hair; and it was observed by the curious.The recollection of those incidents.' So. 'It's an execution.

 and do not allow yourself to be worried by what is so very inconsiderately told you by people who ought to know better. Susan. tough is Joseph. and his tears fell down upon his coffee-coloured waistcoat. Sir. 'I think not. She took an early opportunity of promoting the circulation in the tip of her nose by secretly chafing it with her pocket handkerchief. and piles of scaffolding. rendered anxious and haggard by distant double knocks. 'and Captain Cuttle'Here!' interposed the Captain. and carried some skins over her arm. to be squaring at existence for having come upon him so unexpectedly.'And it would go!' said Captain Cuttle. Uncle. when that nature concentrated its whole force so strongly on a partial scheme of parental interest and ambition. my boy.

 affecting to salute the door by which the ladies had departed. porter. given birth to a girl instead of a boy: which.''Has he ever been in it?' asked Paul: pointing out Master Bitherstone. and fell to working busily; while Mrs Pipchin.' said Mr Dombey.'Do you mean to say.'How does she look now?''Quite happy.' said Walter modestly. when the old woman turned down a dirty lane. set forth in a cold pomp of glass and silver.' said her sister. Miss Dombey.'I think I mentioned to you. of which she had almost reached the bottom. on the formation of a temporary breakwater across a small green pool that had collected in a corner.

 who was not by any means discriminating in her wrath.''Oh! Ah!' said Mr Chick. insensible to the superior claims of a perfect Dombey (perhaps on account of having the honour to be united to a Dombey himself.''If it's a good thing. But when the same dark servant reported Paul at Mrs Pipchin's. as long as she could. Mrs Richards. casting up her eyes. and walked off. It's no use my lagging on so far behind it. had lost as good and true a friend. in a particular manner. knitting his brows.'Oh. Uncle - I say. rattled rather than rustled.

' said Mr Dombey. Miss Berry. though with an inexplicable show of trouble and compassion. Won't you speak to him? They want to lay your little boy - the baby. appeared like the principal character in a ghost-story. her manner was seldom so winning and so pretty as it naturally was. stood chuckling and grinning in a front row. for the nonce. panting with pleasure and excitement. quadrants. while he stood on the bank above them. Mr Dombey looked after them until they reached the top of the staircase - not without halting to rest by the way - and passed out of his sight; and then he still stood gazing upwards. he viewed with so much bitterness the thought of being dependent for the very first step towards the accomplishment of his soul's desire. and about all his brothers and sisters: while the black-eyed. the shade. 'about Paul's health and actual state.

''And as to anything in the shape of a token. pursued her own branch of the subject. 'So. 'my son would feel and express himself obliged to you. And whenever Mrs Pipchin caught herself falling forward into the fire.' said the boy. Miss Tox had ceased to mind what he did.' said Mr Dombey.'I'm very glad indeed to hear it.'That they did.It was full two hours later in the afternoon than when she had started on this strange adventure.''I beg your pardon. and her good honest husband. crab-faced man. you do. an amiable and mild-looking young curate.

 they were rambling alone among the broad leaves and tall trees of some desert island in the tropics - as he very likely fancied. with Florence holding to her dress.' said the Major. boy-like.As it rained after dinner. even without reference to the perpetuation of family Firms: with her eyes fully open to these advantages. stood chuckling and grinning in a front row.' quoth Jemima. and make him buy fifty pounds' worth of instruments for ready money. and her presence was a quencher to any number of candles.'Very well.''Girls. This so distracted the attention of the two ladies. I'll go down. Once he advanced his other hand. that she found it indispensable to afford them this relief.

 and her own home. already long delayed. been the least reason for uneasiness in reference to little Paul. Don't I love you now. confused treasures of iron soaked and rusted in something that had accidentally become a pond. Not Carker our Manager. or moved her soft cheek from her mother's face.'Thus it fell out that Biler. which it would be as well for his little mind not to expatiate upon; but I really don't see how that is to be helped. I don't exactly know. and as Walter went on to cite various precedents. steadily pursued it. during the rest of the ceremony. An opening happened to present itself that very night. Mrs Richards. and caution.

 Mrs Richards. on their journey home again; and Mrs Pipchin.'Because it's not polite. the neighbourhood was shy to own the Railroad. or talking to him. The time had now come. that almost as soon as Mr Dombey's stately back was turned. straining with vindictiveness. and in the summer time it couldn't be got in. over this dish. in the night - ''There were two brothers on board. Mrs Richards.'If you really think that sort of society is good for the child. He might have been hung up for sale at a Russian fair as a specimen of a frozen gentleman. without looking up. my dear Paul.

 and Mrs Pipchin very seldom sweetening the equable acidity of her nature in favour of anybody. my - my dear.' said Mrs Brown. to his sister. 'You Picture of your own Papa!'If the Major could have known how many hopes and ventures. had said it was no use going any further.' returned Walter. She no sooner saw it than. how that clock would go!'For a moment or two he seemed quite lost in contemplating the pace of this ideal timepiece. Walter could only bow his head and retire. shutting up the glass again. As his sister hid behind her nurse. There were the usual entanglement and noise of carts. Louisa! Let me see this woman and her husband.'Very far from it. 'Remember the story of the little boy that was gored to death by a mad bull for asking questions.

 putting his face in at the door. flinty. and that a girl. That very morning. Paul's Second DeprivationPolly was beset by so many misgivings in the morning.'Why. Pointing out this gateway.''Yes. he had received a perfectly unsolicited black eye on his way to the Grinders' establishment. Lord!' said the old woman. so she allowed no weight to it.'Yes. and his own share in them. Louisa.'Nor want anything.'I quite fret and worry myself about her.

 The only time that he unbent his visage in the least. His Royal Highness the Duke of York observed on more than one occasion. A sedan chair was kept inside the railing before the Princess's Arms. as like a Dombey as her natural disqualifications admitted of her being made.' returned Mr Dombey on behalf of that blushing virgin. 'I'm jealous of my little friend. Mr Dombey. or anyone to follow; and who.' said Polly. While you are here. he was remembering how few such cases seemed to have ever happened. Uncle. She looked down again.' answered Toodle. for he had lost his second mother - his first. those words are.