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'Dear Susan, I am going on a long, long voyage. 'Well Miss Floy, and what of that? the more you'll want me. Lengths of voyages ain't an object in my eyes, thank God! said the impetuous Susan Nipper. 'But, Susan, I am going with Walter, and I would go with Walter anywhere everywhere! Walter is poor, and I am very poor, and I must learn, now, both to help myself, and help him.
He put his hands together, as he had been used to do at his prayers. He did not remove his arms to do it; but they saw him fold them so, behind her neck. 'Mama is like you, Floy. I know her by the face! But tell them that the print upon the stairs at school is not divine enough. The light about the head is shining on me as I go!
She did not perceive the stranger at first; but how she started when the Mulligan loomed upon her. "Heavenlee enchanthress!" says Mulligan, "don't floy at the approach of the humblest of your sleeves! Reshewm your pleece at that insthrument, which weeps harmonious, or smoils melojious, as you charrum it! Are you acqueented with the Oirish Melodies?
Susan outstrips the Captain, and comes up with it. She looks in at the window, sees Walter, with the gentle face beside him, and claps her hands and screams: 'Miss Floy, my darling! look at me! We are all so happy now, dear! One more good-bye, my precious, one more! How Susan does it, she don't know, but she reaches to the window, kisses her, and has her arms about her neck, in a moment.
I think you had better go and play, if you please." His favourite spot was quite a lonely one, far away from most loungers; and, with Florence sitting by his side, and the wind blowing on his face, and the water near the wheels of his bed, he wanted nothing more. "I want to know what it says," he said once, looking steadily in her face. "The sea, Floy, what is it that it keeps on saying?"
He would wonder to himself and to Floy what the waves were always saying always saying! At about the middle of the 47th page of the Reading copy of this book about Little Dombey, the copy from which Dickens Read, both in England and America, there is, in his handwriting, the word "Pause."
'Oh! there's a Tartar within a hundred miles of where we're now in conversation, I can tell you, Mrs Richards, present company always excepted too, said Susan Nipper; 'wish you good morning, Mrs Richards, now Miss Floy, you come along with me, and don't go hanging back like a naughty wicked child that judgments is no example to, don't!
'Oh my own pretty darling sweet Miss Floy! cried the Nipper, running into Florence's room, 'to think that it should come to this and I should find you here my own dear dove with nobody to wait upon you and no home to call your own but never never will I go away again Miss Floy for though I may not gather moss I'm not a rolling stone nor is my heart a stone or else it wouldn't bust as it is busting now oh dear oh dear!
No other stranger would have shed those tears at sight of him, and called him her dear boy, her pretty boy, her own poor blighted child. No other woman would have stooped down by his bed, and taken up his wasted hand, and put it to her lips and breast, as one who had some right to fondle it. "Floy, this is a kind, good face," said Paul. "I am glad to see it again. Don't go away, old nurse.
He could not even remember whether he had often said to Florence, 'Oh Floy, take me home, and never leave me! but he thought he had. He fancied sometimes he had heard himself repeating, 'Take me home, Floy! take me home!
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