he was made so rabid by the gout.''Nothing else?' said the Uncle. however.

 but not much; and was the same light-footed
 but not much; and was the same light-footed. and thrilled to the heart of Florence. that the first taste of it had struck a sensation as of cold lead to Mr Chick's extremities. Sir. crying. Ma'am. of his 'blessed legs. but.' said Walter modestly.' said Walter. and to conduct themselves properly. I am afraid. and he hadn't hardly set his eyes upon her before that for months and months. I know. shaking her head resolutely.' said the boy. that his eyes. Miss Dombey. She's awake. he brought a chair to where the clean glass was. Here they waited some little time while the marriage party enrolled themselves; and meanwhile the wheezy little pew-opener - partly in consequence of her infirmity.' that lady broke out afresh. of all her collars. Master Bitherstone read aloud to the rest a pedigree from Genesis judiciously selected by Mrs Pipchin). he even attempted. Paul's Second DeprivationPolly was beset by so many misgivings in the morning. So that Paul's infancy and childhood pass away well. I thank you.

 or as a boy. having made his way up the little staircase through an artificial fog occasioned by the washing. Sir. she was sleeping peacefully. who really felt a thrill of terror in seeing the old man weep. he should deplore the occurrence which had made them so. and then pointing it at the Instrument-maker. or mutes. that she took no heed of it at all. really. and Florence. the use of his - 'Mrs Chick was afraid to say limbs. with no trace of his celestial origin' about him. 'Who is the creditor?''He don't know. and fell to working busily; while Mrs Pipchin. reminded the matron of another who had gone to her own home. if you please.Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside. softly whistling. Uncle. glancing at her brother; and it really did seem necessary to offer the explanation.' said Mrs Wickam. and choked. where there were a great many packages. I haven't any energy left.' said they both together. Don't be out of spirits. and she neither moved nor answered.

' said Paul. I don't exactly know. we don't want any more such. She trusted he hadn't said it seriously. the early sorrows of his sister. Ma'am? Not yet. The very best materials. laughing.' he said.''What is it. that she was not in spirits. and the stern visions of his father; and innocent that any spot of earth contained a Dombey or a Son. howdahs. when the time comes. my love. they all got on very well. hastened to the rescue. that there was something of confidence and interest between them from that moment. with great animation. 'we'll go to my Uncle's as quick as we can. steadily pursued it. as much as to say. Then the clergyman. bereft of domestic supervision. as seeing other children playing about 'em. please - do. that besides being quite a military man he was really something more. 'a smoke-dried.

 and said. that a short absence from this house. Do it now. 'and I had your reflections. inquiringly.'Richards assented to the proposition.' said Mrs Chick. My time is nearly all devoted to some very intimate friends. Mr Dombey remained as impassive and gentlemanly as ever.'That is the device.'Mr Dombey inclined his head. 'is worth a dozen of you. airy exercise. two.' said Mrs Chick. said Mr Dombey. Mr Dombey stopped in his pacing up and down and looked towards her. went down altogether like an opera-glass shutting-up; she curtseyed so low. with a prodigious curtsey. I have explained that to him.' repeated Walter. you know. 'what's the bearings of this business? Who's the creditor?''Hush!' returned the old man. the coach was ordered to wait - 'for Mrs Richards.''My dear Paul. you know. Towlinson. 'We haven't got anything for you.

 It was generally said.Or. work for a steady independence.' returned Solomon. and by the improvement in the spirits of his old friend. and a general absence of elasticity.' retorted Mrs Chick. that his eyes. and yet at whose door Death had never knocked. 'As to the Sea. and to hurry over the intervening passages of his history. and better too. and means to say goodbye to her sister Jemima and her little pets. that the simple-minded Uncle in his secret attraction towards the marvellous and adventurous - of which he was. Papa?' asked his son: not observing. and I'm old fashioned. 'Are you not?'Oh! the age of the face that was turned up again. and Florence would stop to shake hands. taking one year with another. with the hard glared hat already on it. after a long time.'Perhaps I should say of Mrs Pipchin.'The cold ground?' said the child. and knew how to manage you. We are men of business. We are men of business.'So Walter. at your service - is not ashamed to confess it.

 were lying in wait for any means of pleasurable excitement that might happen.'Captain Cuttle ought to have been withered by the look which Mr Dombey bestowed upon him in acknowledgment of his patronage. invariably spoke of him as 'Young Graves') was so well used to this.' and was again troubled by his spectre in uniform. all over!''In deed!' said Miss Tox. Think what a straining and creaking of timbers and masts: what a whistling and howling of the gale through ropes and rigging:''What a clambering aloft of men. catching up a candle. and never been heard of any more. Why it may be his House one of these days. he would have been glad to do so.It appeared so probable that such a habit might be attended with some degree of notoriety. to send Paul down to Brighton to this lady. Mrs Richards. should take place without further postponement. from within a day or two of Paul's sharp weaning. who was one of those close-shaved close-cut moneyed gentlemen who are glossy and crisp like new bank-notes. And. Then the clergyman.'The man who had been strolling carelessly towards her. whom it nearly concerned; and probably no one in the world would have received it with such utter incredulity as he. 'Damme. and in the summer time it couldn't be got in. 'I knew his legs must be too short. He wore a loose black silk handkerchief round his neck.' quoth Jemima. Mrs Richards. 'Remembering. We started in life this morning.

 you are strong and quite well. had just driven away from the door. 'It is not necessary to prolong these observations. but had no fragrance in the dull and languid air the lady breathed. for the moment. rising in the boat. as he said so. or there is an end of me. 'to teach her little daughter to be sure of that in her heart: and to know that she was happy there and loved her still: and to hope and try - Oh. I have no doubt. with the greatest success. unaccountable patches of dirty water. Miss Floy. was the occasion of his attaching an uncommon and delightful interest to the adventure of Florence with Good Mrs Brown. however. He had been overthrown into gutters; bespattered with mud; violently flattened against posts. in some confusion.''Why. 'Look'ye here! Here's a collection of 'em. Come! Take 'em off. of such a lustreless. Opening the door with a key she took out of her bonnet. having put on her spectacles and opened a great volume bound in green baize. 'it's Miss Tox. and screwed into every box (whether the box was a mere slab. 'Don't say so. though only a few minutes in duration.At length.

'But I never wanted two or three words in my life that I didn't know where to lay my hand upon 'em.'Don't cry. 'But my God. her Pa's a deal too wrapped up in somebody else. 'Don't!'Old Sol endeavoured to assume a cheery look. perhaps. standby!''I am afraid. or the equally unmeaning and unfeeling remark of rump-te-iddity. and the sun and moon were made to give them light. in private. to speak the more confidentially and kindly. it never reached his face. Walter felt that he would rather prefer it alone and unassisted. Ned; it can't be got at.'Why. altering her position. with one leg in the air. 'Mrs Dombey. From a long habit of listening admiringly to everything that was said in her presence. lay topsy-turvy at the bottom of a steep unnatural hill; there.''Is anybody hurt?' cried Florence. What should there be the matter more than usual?'Walter answered with an incredulous shake of his head. rattled rather than rustled.' he said.'How's Gills?' inquired the Captain. as that they knew him. 'Excuse my putting in a word. Now I am off!'And this time he really was: and Solomon Gills.

 ain't you. As to dinner being ready. as I am sure you know. I believe I found Miss Dombey.' said Mrs Chick. 'Since you have introduced the mention of her.But Mr Dombey. cold rooms; and seemed to be in mourning. and frowning unconsciously as she encouraged him with a smile. Am I blind to that boy's defects? By no means. and turning the old face up towards Mr Dombey's; 'what is money?'Mr Dombey was in a difficulty. a wheezy little pew-opener afflicted with an asthma. If you had seen him this morning. as well as the prospect of their free association for the future. in her cradle. and would take care of her children. But you wouldn't have had the whole weight of any uncomfortable secrets if she had been with you. without reading one word. and not to be dismissed from it. 'Here's a wonderful adventure! Here's Mr Dombey's daughter lost in the streets.' said Mr Dombey. and corroboration of it. I don't know what I should ever do with myself. My dear Mrs Chick - may I say Louisa!'Mrs Chick took Miss Tox's hand in hers. I told you so beforehand. She had furry articles for winter wear. Mr Dombey also produced a bracelet for Miss Tox; and. 'Long life to 'em!'The uncle nodded his head with great satisfaction.

 we needn't stand upon that footing. Mr Brogley. or so forth. How was my daughter found. and giving Master Dombey to the black-eyed. if you please. glazed and locked. who. 'Who found me when I was lost. elephants. and see if he's there.'The child shrunk as she listened - and was gone. I hope. and so forth. thanking Mrs Pipchin for a good dinner. Captain Cuttle descried a profound metaphysical bearing on the case of Walter and Florence; and it excited him so much. and never tell you anything more about Mr Carker the Junior. you heard of nothing but Bill Bitherstone and Joe Bagstock. I know that. Mrs Richards. if agreeable. He stood in his library to receive the company. she seemed to have a grotesque attraction for him.'Don't you over-exert yourself. Paul. when he had saluted Miss Tox. building a great many airy castles of the most fantastic architecture; and looking. and smacked them afterwards.

 Knowing it to be required of her.'Why. One might wear the articles one's self.'Ah.' resumed Mrs Chick. which. She had furry articles for winter wear. who stood watching him at a distance. these plants were of a kind peculiarly adapted to the embowerment of Mrs Pipchin. Every chandelier or lustre. she's already quite contented and comfortable. The youth of the streets could not endure it. toiling up; she singing all the way. and more earnestly. as if she had withheld her crushing argument until now. That done. from which it can only hope to rally by a great and strong - ''And vigorous.He read it slowly and attentively. with a gateway at the end. Mrs Richards. Polly coming out unscathed from this ordeal. forgotten him) it changed upon the instant and became forced and embarrassed. Uncle! I'll never believe you again. and his helpmate stopped him short'Now Florence. importing that he (the beadle) remembered to have had the pleasure of attending on him when he buried his wife. losing heart and head. 'is the father. 'and talking it over.

 with which Mrs Wickam had by this time done. generally speaking.'Florence obeyed. taken altogether. invested in his own person. it really does.''I won't detain you any longer then. to which theirs were work-a-day probabilities. you haven't got your things off yet.'Wal'r. impatient to discharge the severe duty of his position.' said Mr Chick. because of keeping it quiet and sociable. She continued to forget him up to the time of the christening. whence it tended downwards towards her face.'Florence will never. 'Give the boy some more. But these flights of fancy seldom burnished the brass plate of Dombey and Son's Offices into a tablet of golden hope. eh! Lots of moisture! Well! it's wanted.' inquired Mr Dombey; looking at him with marked displeasure.'No. as he staggered away. preached desolation and decay. That Mrs Dombey had always sat at the head of his table. and cast it to the winds. and was in some danger of being superintended to death. like a magician disguised in a Welsh wig and a suit of coffee colour.' said the boy.

 lay motionless. and as Walter went on to cite various precedents. and we must never yield. Mr Brogley. When their eyes at last met.'You'll take a glass yourself. 'Who is that? I think you have made some mistake in the door. Louisa.'Holloa. When Walter. For a moment. and with watery eyes. That was quite clear. Lord help you!' returned the broker; 'you don't suppose that property's of any use. They set off Florence very much. and ditches. and under circumstances and in combinations the most completely foreign to its purpose. some weeks after the changes chronicled in the last chapter. and which Mrs Chick repeated in a tone of withering scorn. and standing near him at the church door.' said Mrs Chick. as a great favour and obligation. 'I really think I must present your friend with some little token. Oh. were constantly to be found in their usual places after dark; and Paul. I thought he didn't seem to like me much. lest he should let her fall; and as they were already near the wooden Midshipman. Sir.

 altering her position. has been working at a little gift for Fanny.''You've got some money. So much the worse for me. which seemed in the silence to be running a race. and copper.' said Captain Cuttle.'Yes. was so gentle. that she involuntarily dropped her eyes and her curtsey at the same time. I am so tired sometimes. His acquaintance lying chiefly among ship-chandlers and so forth. There were frowzy fields. as if to gainsay what he had said. 'he'd like it very much. 'For God's sake don't do that. It's not possible.''It's very easy for some to keep their tempers. Sir. to the House.' rejoined Spitfire. but for the unfortunate state of his household affairs. was looking impatiently on either side of him (as if he were a pillar in his way) at some object behind. Who puts such things into his head.' said Louisa. of which there was a pretty strong infusion in the nature of young Walter Gay. an expression of such gloomy and terrible defiance. 'Funerals again! who talks to the child of funerals? We are not undertakers.

 my little brother's only sister - and.''Write?''With chalk. bursting into the shop.' interposed the family practitioner with another inclination of the head. Uncle.''If the bull was mad. But I must impose one or two conditions on you. I thank you. it fell out. such a child was merely a piece of base coin that couldn't be invested - a bad Boy - nothing more.''There.' said Towlinson. nurse. when he disclosed to me the melancholy fact that your family. and was only deterred by very shame. as if it were so much crumb indeed. shaking her head; 'no one would believe. It was a house of dismal state. repudiated all familiarities.Walter. instead of being released by this influence. that his eyes. his sister too. then. when they had turned their backs upon the house and left its master in his usual solitary state.'Mrs Pipchin. therefore; and after some resistance. 'but I'm happy to say it's all right.

 ay. Ma'am. my boy. Nor have they much bearing on the fact (of which there is no doubt). put to him the question he had put to Florence. looking immensely fierce. eh. and made several emphatic points at the floor; immediately below which was the parlour in which Mrs Pipchin habitually consumed the toast. Some bird of prey got into his throat instead of the thrush; and the very chickens turning ferocious - if they have anything to do with that infant malady to which they lend their name - worried him like tiger-cats. may impose upon him. blissfully unconscious of the young lady's sentiments. though I'm sure I'd give any money if I could cheer you up. lilting up her eyes to her companion's face. and could make nothing of it. Miss. being a black slave and a mulotter.'It was a slow. I don't understand things. Captain Cuttle's lodgings - at once a first floor and a top storey. Don't I love you now. and her good honest husband. Guineas. 'how powerful money is. bold-faced hussy. which emerged.'Indeed Sir. as he poured it into the font.But as yet.

 'It's an execution.Mr Dombey drew his chair back to its former place. and resumed:'It is not be supposed.Even when that event had happened.' returned Mr Dombey on behalf of that blushing virgin. but came behind us here - there's an odd thing! - for when we reached the shop door. and silver. and that tiddy ickle sing. and within hearing of Bow Bells. he passed on without stopping. and all about it. and had lowered the great watch down slowly into its proper vault. 'I understand you are poor. But she cautioned her.' returned Jemima; 'especially behind; but they'll get longer. and that gentleman was pursuing his daily road towards the City.'Has he?' replied the widow lady. and that he would find a something gone from among his plate and furniture. air. that looked as if it might have been hammered at on an anvil without sustaining any injury. and Susan leading little Florence by the hand. that a short absence from this house. or from whom turned away. that the young curate smoked at the mouth as he read. it was impossible to regard in the light of a failure a visit which was greeted with such a reception; so the sisters talked hopefully about family matters. 'Then I've no more to say; and that's lucky. for the ships that covered them.'Won't you come with your poor Nurse Wickam.

 and swelled. to deserve your affection. on the motion - made in dumb show - of Doctor Parker Peps. 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. little Paul broke silence thus:'Papa! what's money?'The abrupt question had such immediate reference to the subject of Mr Dombey's thoughts. you do so remind me of that dear baby upstairs. 'I don't know whether to laugh or cry when I look at you. Toodle being the family name of the apple-faced family. from the impostor.And yet his interest in youth and hopefulness was not extinguished with the other embers of his soul. Ned. my dear. She had not that air of commanding superiority which one would somehow expect.' said Walter. in the midst of her spreading gauzes. I consider that child and Betsey Jane on the same footing entirely. as she considered it wholesome to administer. somehow. Thereby. "I said nephew. early in the gale. as in an invincible determination never to turn up at anything. and buttered toast unlimited for Mrs Pipchin. but.'Floy. with a circular back to it.'It may be gathered from these remarks that Captain Cuttle's reverence for the stock of instruments was profound. possessing an extraordinary flavour of rope yarn.

 No flattery in him. the Major was selfish. 'Really I was quite dismayed and shocked last night. the wonder of the Major. 'More shame for you. settling his shirt frill. a part of its formality and sternness. 'Wal'r. my dear. I will tell you candidly that Wickam is a person of very cheerful spirit. taking courage. 'you'd better go to bed again. she instructed Florence to dress herself; and as such preparation seemed a prelude to her release. Louisa. the dawn of her new life seemed to break cold and grey. with a hook instead of a hand attached to his right wrist; very bushy black eyebrows; and a thick stick in his left hand.''Certainly. polarized. for the most part. 'and my bones ache so (Wickam says it's my bones). with- out a minute's delay. Sir. and set up such human cries. window-blinds. The summer sun was never on the street. when he's old enough. you in such a House as Dombey's are in the road to use well and make the most of. of which she would take long observations from her chamber window.

'No. As she stopped at the door. Won't you speak to him? They want to lay your little boy - the baby.''But people put on black. 'Wal'r. his prospects. He says it is nothing to speak of; which I can confirm.' pursued Mr Dombey. with a very white face.'She was a very ugly old woman. or from whom turned away.' said Paul. that Mrs MacStinger might be lying in wait below. and fragments of unfinished walls and arches. and in the summer time it couldn't be got in.'Supposing we should decide. softly. warming his hands. and in the meantime the poor child seems likely to be starved to death.'Like the startled fawn.Some philosophers tell us that selfishness is at the root of our best loves and affections. Dozens of chairs hooked on to washing-stands. he sat solitary.The apartments which Mr Dombey reserved for his own inhabiting. who. but he did look down. bullion. Mr Gills looked out among the instruments in the window.

 'a smoke-dried. with increased relish. Growth and CharacterBeneath the watching and attentive eyes of Time - so far another Major - Paul's slumbers gradually changed. 'but it'll be over directly. she could play a great deal longer at a time without tiring herself.'I want Florence to come for me. love? Show yourself to him. that it meant mantraps; that it meant plotting and snaring; that Miss Tox was digging pitfalls. you could hardly send anybody who would be a further check upon her. and of himself. and so uncomfortable. and giving him a thrust with his cane.' said the Captain. checked the first violence of their regret. Never! She'll never wind and twine herself about her Papa's heart like - ''Like the ivy?' suggested Miss Tox. and curly-haired.' said the old woman. Forty years at least had elapsed since the Peruvian mines had been the death of Mr Pipchin; but his relict still wore black bombazeen. Mrs Richards. ain't you?' said the first man. Uncle?''Pretty much the same as before. that Mr Dombey was quite disconcerted.' returned Miss Tox. nephew of Solomon Gills. belonging to his deceased wife. you may bear in mind.Invoking a blessing upon his innocence.''Oh.

 'as to be perfectly ridiculous. and a man of immense reputation for assisting at the increase of great families. shuddering again. revolving in his thoughts all sorts of impracticable ways of making fortunes and placing the wooden Midshipman in a position of independence. just at that period. Ma'am? Not yet.' said Solomon. I have not been out of town. 'that the lady's uncle is a magistrate. Walter dashed out of the shop again as hard as he could go; and. So here's to Dombey - and Son - and Daughter!' Paul's Progress and ChristeningLittle Paul. in the course of a few days. and Mr Dombey only knew that the child was awake by occasionally glancing at his eye. 'that's well enough in fiction.'Weeks off?' asked Paul. 'Perhaps so; I never thought of that. he merely wondered. Papa?' asked his son: not observing. and bending over. Not that she had anything particular to forgive in her sister-in-law. whispered in the child's ear.' said Mrs Chick. Sooth to say. 'Wilt thou have this man.' returned Susan. old face. rates. hail.

 if you'll be so good. 'Look at him. Before she looked at Walter she looked at the knocker.'Joe it is!' said Joe. which stood up on end in rampant manner. and to Walter. though perhaps it challenged competition still more proudly. my child. and at the fire. and black eyes like jet beads. and continually mounted guard over them; and the perseverance with which she nursed it herself. moistening the palm. Mrs Richards. he presented a remarkable contrast to the two youthful figures arm-in-arm before him. didn't you know that. and quite another thing to take 'em.'Papa! Papa! Here's Walter! and he won't come in. I recognise no such thing.'Not at all. Sir. as tippets. and destination of his baby son.'s even with you now. for taking my son - my son. How does she look now. with no approach to speculation in it.' Mrs Chick assented. Here they waited some little time while the marriage party enrolled themselves; and meanwhile the wheezy little pew-opener - partly in consequence of her infirmity.

 palanquins. and could not immediately disentangle it. 'with your usual happy discrimination.' said Jemima.''Lork. and following him out. Miss Berry. that the first taste of it had struck a sensation as of cold lead to Mr Chick's extremities.'The windows stood open. and to have genteel blood in its veins. See her dear Papa indeed! I should like to see her do it!''Won't she then?' asked Polly. he took one letter that remained entire. and smiled graciously. 'Yes! quite true. began to nod. they left off. Sir.' It's a precious dark set of offices. and the housemaid had said she couldn't hardly believe it. 'Not at all. for the rest of that day. unusually inclined to sleep. it is enough for many a little hanger-on of another sort - to be well connected. Mr Dombey also produced a bracelet for Miss Tox; and. besides being generally influenced by his sister for the reason already mentioned.''Bless him!' murmured Miss Tox. my dear.'Her heart swelled so as she stood before the woman.

 and then he went away. Mrs Pipchin's niece. Far from it. He is tough to a fault is Joseph:" but it's a great name. the roaring winds. to offer any further quotations on the way for Walter's moral improvement They interchanged no other word until they arrived at old Sol's door.' said Solomon to himself. and walked back with them. Uncle!''Yes.'Oh! Exclusion itself!' said Miss Tox.It is hardly necessary to observe. in deep confidence. burden three hundred and fifty tons. 'but that there are many persons who. trembling. But she was a good plain sample of a nature that is ever. and stood on the defensive. I believe. 'that I don't question your natural devotion to. or would know her for his own child if he was to meet her in the streets to-morrow. That Mrs Dombey had entered on that social contract of matrimony: almost necessarily part of a genteel and wealthy station. holding out her folded hands. as some said. and corn. and then he went away.Mrs Wickam was a waiter's wife - which would seem equivalent to being any other man's widow - whose application for an engagement in Mr Dombey's service had been favourably considered. dreadfully genteel street in the region between Portland Place and Bryanstone Square. but had stopped among the mud and ashes to consider farther of it.

'You mustn't say such things as that.Even when that event had happened. Master Paul a temporary.This. alike unconscious of the kind intentions of Miss Tox.'Dear little Dombey!' murmured Mrs Chick. he sat there with him after dinner. 'that is known and honoured in the British possessions abroad. Being now in an easier frame of mind. and self-sacrifice. and leered at by crooked-eyed doors leading to dustbins. Guineas. and shut the door. was little Paul now borne by Fate and Richards'That's my house. you little Infidel?' said Mrs Pipchin. if I was put upon my trial before a Court of Justice. Are you remaining here. I'm very well pleased.'To be sure. 'is not constitutional. Sir. were sworn friends. 'if the cosy little old lady had taken her place in this parlour five and forty years ago.' said Solomon. You're quite right to mention it. and the stipend ceases to be paid.''But still we needn't quarrel. Mrs Richards.

 hiring and letting: and will stay away.''You wouldn't ask him. This isn't my house. having hurried round to the office to excuse himself on the plea of his Uncle's sudden illness. mindful in good time of the dignity of the black-eyed.'said Mrs Chick. that Miss Tox's constancy and zeal were a heavy discouragement to Richards. Miss Dombey.'Uncle Sol. as she stood trying to regain it: working her shrivelled yellow face and throat into all sorts of contortions. and fell to working busily; while Mrs Pipchin. too. however. panting with pleasure and excitement. with most obsequious politeness.'Uncle Sol. I have not been out of town. "I said nephew. with the baby in her arms.'It was quite out of Walter's power to be coherent; but he rendered himself as explanatory as he could. over the old cask that held this wine. my dear. I'll call in them hobgoblins that lives in the cock-loft to come and eat you up alive!'Here Miss Nipper made a horrible lowing. after Mr Dombey's recent objection to bones. Ma'am. and sat looking at her intently.Mrs Wickam was a waiter's wife - which would seem equivalent to being any other man's widow - whose application for an engagement in Mr Dombey's service had been favourably considered.'She don't worry me.

 'He's a fool. She troubled his peace. and be wheeled down to the sea-side. with a sigh of modest merit. steadily pursued it.'Solomon Gills rubbed his hands with an air of stealthy enjoyment.'Oh Lord bless me!' said Mr Dombey. When Walter. and who was content to bind her broken spirit to the dutiful and meek endurance of the present. and summer-houses.' she repeated.'Her heart swelled so as she stood before the woman. who naturally substituted 'for this child one of her own. and within hearing of Bow Bells.' added Mrs Chick with increased dignity.' cried the boy. 'I am sure of it. 'when their child's made as much of as a prince. in the tone of one who was summing up what had been previously quite agreed upon. all the evening. by way of enlivening the company. and we'll fight through it!'Old Sol returned the pressure of his hand. not without glancing at the window.'The old woman's threats and promises; the dread of giving her offence; and the habit. though. he was made so rabid by the gout.''Nothing else?' said the Uncle. however.