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Updated: May 26, 2025
She did not wonder at the look of pride and love with which her husband broke off as she entered; for she never saw him, but that rested on her. 'I will leave, said Cousin Feenix, 'a card for my friend Dombey, sincerely trusting that he will pick up health and strength with every returning hour.
Cousin Feenix, meaning to go in a straight line, but turning off sideways by reason of his wilful legs, gives the wrong woman to be married to this man, at first to wit, a brides maid of some condition, distantly connected with the family, and ten years Mrs Skewton's junior but Mrs Miff, interposing her mortified bonnet, dexterously turns him back, and runs him, as on castors, full at the 'good lady: whom Cousin Feenix giveth to married to this man accordingly.
False Gods; murder; theft; the honour that she owes her mother; which is it that appears to leave the wall, and printing itself in glowing letters, on her book! "Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?" Cousin Feenix does that. He has come from Baden-Baden on purpose.
'I have been mentioning to my friend Mr Gay, if I may be allowed to have the honour of calling him so, said Cousin Feenix, 'that I am rejoiced to hear that my friend Dombey is very decidedly mending. I trust my friend Dombey will not allow his mind to be too much preyed upon, by any mere loss of fortune.
The owner of the house lived much abroad; the air of England seldom agreed long with a member of the Feenix family; and the room had gradually put itself into deeper and still deeper mourning for him, until it was become so funereal as to want nothing but a body in it to be quite complete.
In the pleasant little parlour opening on the garden, sat a gentleman, who rose to advance towards her when she came in, but turned off, by reason of some peculiarity in his legs, and was only stopped by the table. Florence then remembered Cousin Feenix, whom she had not at first recognised in the shade of the leaves. Cousin Feenix took her hand, and congratulated her upon her marriage.
He had forgotten to bring the receipt book, and Flannery drew a pad of blank receipts toward himself, and dipped a pen into the ink. Then he looked at the address. "'Pho-e-nix," he read slowly. "That do be a queer sort av a worrd, Mr. Warold. 'Pho-e-nix! Is it a man's name, I dunno?" "Feenix," pronounced Mr. Warold, grinning.
'Of course, said Cousin Feenix, 'you were intimate with em? 'I knew them both, said the mild man. With whom Mr Dombey immediately took wine. 'Devilish good fellow, Jack! said Cousin Feenix, again bending forward, and smiling. 'Excellent, returned the mild man, becoming bold on his success. 'One of the best fellows I ever knew. 'No doubt you have heard the story? said Cousin Feenix.
'There's an uncommon good church in the village, says Cousin Feenix, thoughtfully; 'pure specimen of the Anglo-Norman style, and admirably well sketched too by Lady Jane Finchbury woman with tight stays but they've spoilt it with whitewash, I understand, and it's a long journey. 'Perhaps Brighton itself, Mr Dombey suggests.
Therefore Mr Dombey arranges to take Cousin Feenix down on that day, and presently takes his leave, attended to the stairs by Cousin Feenix, who says, at parting, 'I'm really excessively sorry, Dombey, that you should have so much trouble about it; to which Mr Dombey answers, 'Not at all.
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