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The letters were post-letters; and it happened that the one in question was Mrs Pipchin's regular report, directed as usual for Mrs Pipchin was but an indifferent penwoman by Florence. Mr Dombey, having his attention silently called to this letter by Walter, started, and looked fiercely at him, as if he believed that he had purposely selected it from all the rest.
He had never conceived an aversion to her; it had not been worth his while or in his humour. But now he was ill at ease about her. He read nothing in her glance, when he saw her later in the solemn house, of the passionate desire to run clinging to him, and the dread of a repulse; the pitiable need in which she stood of some assurance and encouragement. He saw nothing of this. II. Mrs. Pipchin's
Should I express my meaning, said Miss Tox, with peculiar sweetness,'if I designated it an infantine Boarding-House of a very select description? 'On an exceedingly limited and particular scale, suggested Mrs Chick, with a glance at her brother. 'Oh! Exclusion itself! said Miss Tox. There was something in this. Mrs Pipchin's husband having broken his heart of the Peruvian mines was good.
Pipchin's. In the confidence of their own room that night Briggs said his head ached ready to split. Tozer didn't say much, but he sighed a good deal, and told Paul to look out for his turn would come to-morrow. And Tozer was right. The next morning Miss Blimber called Dombey to her and gave him a great pile of books. "These are yours, Dombey," said Miss Blimber. "All of 'em, ma'am?" said Paul.
There were half-a-dozen specimens of the cactus, writhing round bits of lath, like hairy serpents; another specimen shooting out broad claws, like a green lobster; several creeping vegetables, possessed of sticky and adhesive leaves; and one uncomfortable flower-pot hanging to the ceiling, which appeared to have boiled over, and tickling people underneath with its long green ends, reminded them of spiders in which Mrs Pipchin's dwelling was uncommonly prolific, though perhaps it challenged competition still more proudly, in the season, in point of earwigs.
The education of my son must not be delayed. It must not be left imperfect." Doctor Blimber only undertook the charge of ten young gentlemen, and his establishment was a great hot-house, in which there was a forcing apparatus incessantly at work. Florence would remain at Mrs. Pipchin's, and for the first six months Paul would return there for the Sunday. "Now, Paul," said Mr.
You wish no better than to do a right act, I know; and my views is, that it's right and dutiful to do this. Good-night, Polly! Presently it comes. Mrs Pipchin's wardrobe being handed in and stowed away, Mrs Pipchin's chair is next handed in, and placed in a convenient corner among certain trusses of hay; it being the intention of the amiable woman to occupy the chair during her journey.
They'd have tried his temper for him. 'And what, resumes Mrs Chick, quite regardless of Mrs Pipchin's observations, 'is it to end in? That's what I want to know. What does my brother mean to do? He must do something. It's of no use remaining shut up in his own rooms. Business won't come to him. No. He must go to it. Then why don't he go?
This was so very unexpected and awful to Mrs Pipchin's niece, that she sat upright on the hard edge of the bedstead, breathing short, and surveying her informant with looks of undisguised alarm.
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