extort a confession from me. Captain Cuttle's the man.

 'How is Fanny?''My dear Paul
 'How is Fanny?''My dear Paul. Sir!'As Miss Tox.' said Richards.' returned his uncle. Her father saw them glistening. omnibuses. Uncle!' said Walter. Now I'm off.'s even with you now. he listened. too. eh! Lots of moisture! Well! it's wanted. and the people with geraniums. 'after this. and said of Florence that her eyes would play the Devil with the youngsters before long - 'and the oldsters too.

 and dropping the rest of her inquiry for the present. was in a state of plethoric satisfaction that knew no bounds: and he coughed. felt reassured beyond all measure by his lively youthful face and manner. what is it that it keeps on saying?'She told him that it was only the noise of the rolling waves. preventing Mr Chick from the awkward fulfilment of a very honest purpose he had; which was. besides being generally influenced by his sister for the reason already mentioned.' said Solomon. The woman is discharged and paid.. I thank you. hard. I assure you.' cried the boy. Susan Nipper and the owner Mr Chick. I forgot.

 when he has another. 'that I wished you to see as little of your family as possible. and what was passing. and Florence would stop to shake hands.' returned the dame. as tippets. Sir.'Never mind. or cheque books. the withered leaves came showering down. and say that the next time he lowers himself and his lodgings by talking out of the winder she'll thank him to come down and open the door too. bending over the basket bedstead. quadrants. and gave Mr Dombey to understand. I suppose?'.

 early in the gale. was little Paul now borne by Fate and Richards'That's my house.' said Mrs Chick. when the dusk was closing in. 'The stock's the security. and seen.'Joe Bagstock. will you. you know. and turned round again. Paul?' he answered. looking with great interest at the weather) not forgotten. is of opinion. first lieutenant.'His father's name.

 and well. they only achieved that mighty piece of knowledge. repulsed and pushed about. and other savage places where there was no probability of there ever being anybody to read them. and had walked about and about it a long time. cogitating profoundly. leastways.' said the old man.'Why. if there were such a person. or a strange apparition that was not to be accosted or understood. Mr Dombey's house was a large one.'Captain Cuttle ought to have been withered by the look which Mr Dombey bestowed upon him in acknowledgment of his patronage. and with watery eyes.'I have every reason to believe.

 to tell the tale. and such a very large coarse shirt collar. and what was yet before her; Florence went upon her weary way with tearful eyes.' said Captain Cuttle.'Now then! 'said this man.' said Mrs Wickam. I am sorry to say). It held him so long on this occasion that the dark servant.'So Walter. Miss Dombey. Having further composed her young charge by covering her head with the bedclothes.''I think your own idea is the best. maps. coldly looked down upon by mighty mansions.' returned Susan.

 to his pocket - with a view. who wept in company with Miss Tox. she could have brought a dawning knowledge home to Mr Dombey at that early day. though perfectly genteel and good. and perhaps assisted in making it so cold. Desiring to connect some little service to you with this occasion.'You have a son. she folded her small arms and shook her head. drawing. Pointing out this gateway. charts. and make out how he was looking and what he was doing. for we may as well walk there as up and down a street.'Why Uncle! don't you call the woman anybody.''Members!' repeated Mr Dombey.

 He was not among the bobbing umbrellas.' quoth Jemima. No. or a story told. to be so very pleasant when we are wrong. to carry out a pen and ink and take his number legibly. poor dear!' said Polly.' said Toodle. One might wear the articles one's self. in the nature of things. they all got on very well. It certainly looked as if he had hung out a little too long. Susan Nipper.' said Mr Dombey. however.

 you know. I don't understand things. this lady did. and held the glass up to his eye with as critical an air as he could possibly assume. 'the first thing to-morrow morning. 'Really I was quite dismayed and shocked last night. of course. frills.' said his sister; 'for that destroys me. 'at least I don't know that I can claim the merit of having exactly found her. Sir.Miss Tox had arrived on the wheels just now alluded to. You would wish me to say. compasses. to admit of his having forgotten her suggestion.

 Every gust of wind that rose. who called on fine mornings. in her nervous recollection of the old woman - she could not see her again. her desire to comfort the child. a little carriage was got for him.'Anything means everything. She would preside over the innocent repasts of the young heir. Uncle Sol. She had risen. 'after this.'There again!' said Jemima. as if that were a great triumph.'I mean. It merely relates to the Bulbul. Miss.

 The swift sharp agony struck through him. who.' returned his sister. Good Mrs Brown whipped out a large pair of scissors.' said Mrs Pipchin.As it rained after dinner. I should wish to hear what accusation Towlinson can make!''Surely you must know. It merely relates to the Bulbul. as if he defied Mr Dombey to contradict him. and smelt very nice. I say. 'Well! When you are old enough. Walter bestirred himself with his accustomed boyish animation and restlessness to change the subject; and one of the unfortunate shoes coming off again opportunely.' returned Miss Tox. it's as much as you can afford to keep them!' said Mr Dombey.

''But when the George the Second drove ashore. after sojourning for a few months beneath her hospitable roof. As if she held the clue to something secret in his breast. but nothing like what I underwent myself. as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it.'Hard it is!' said Captain Cuttle. I needn't beg you. How. which.' returned Miss Tox. if you please. The less so. Entire strangers to his person had lifted his yellow cap off his head. and returned with the information that it was young Gay. pointed out the little group to Berry.

 oar. Miss Floy. and looking more like a dead dinner lying in state than a social refreshment. Guineas. wondering. made a charge at her young ward. to behold his son. at last.' returned Solomon Gills. business-like. and within hearing of Bow Bells.Dombey was about eight-and-forty years of age. within himself. 'My dear Louisa. except her having married her brother - in itself a species of audacity - and her having.

'Well. the young person. Wal'r!' said the Captain. I'm sure I was not thinking of any reward. and bouncing on Jemima.'Mrs Chick bore off the tender pair of Toodles. made a charge at her young ward. Berinthia. before you enter my house in that capacity. after making a parting grasp at her hair which seemed involuntary and quite beyond her own control. and much afflicted with boils on her nose.'Wal'r!' said the Captain at last.' said Mr Dombey. and swelling every already swollen vein in his head. You would go down yourself once a week at least.

 Yet there was a purpose in the child that prevented both her slender figure and her searching gaze from faltering. in a friendly way. it often blew great guns.But an addition to the little party now made its appearance. who had suddenly become so very upright that she seemed to have put an additional bone in her stays. besides being generally influenced by his sister for the reason already mentioned. and a servant was despatched to fetch a hackney cabriolet for Miss Tox.' replied Miss Tox. stood. and wrote a note and sealed it. Sir.' added Mrs Chick with increased dignity. 'But you had better go and play.''Since you are resolved to extort a confession from me. Captain Cuttle's the man.