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Mrs Pipchin's scale of charges being high, however, to all who could afford to pay, and Mrs Pipchin very seldom sweetening the equable acidity of her nature in favour of anybody, she was held to be an old 'lady of remarkable firmness, who was quite scientific in her knowledge of the childish character. On this reputation, and on the broken heart of Mr Pipchin, she had contrived, taking one year with another, to eke out a tolerable sufficient living since her husband's demise.
Stay here." "Good-bye, my child," cried Mrs. Pipchin, hurrying to his bed's head. "Not good-bye?" For an instant Paul looked at her with the wistful face with which he had so often gazed upon her in his corner by the fire. "Ah, yes," he said, placidly, "good-bye. Where is papa?" He felt his father's breath upon his cheek before the words had parted from his lips.
'Goodness knows, exclaimed Miss Nipper, 'there's a many we could spare instead, if numbers is a object, Mrs Pipchin as a overseer would come cheap at her weight in gold, and if a knowledge of black slavery should be required, them Blimbers is the very people for the sitiwation.
The breakfast next morning was like the tea over night, except that Mrs Pipchin took her roll instead of toast, and seemed a little more irate when it was over. That done, Miss Pankey was borne away to be shampoo'd; and Master Bitherstone to have something else done to him with salt water, from which he always returned very blue and dejected.
'Don't show 'em to me, Miss Floy, if you please, returned Nipper, 'I'd as soon see Mrs Pipchin. 'I want you to buy them for me, Susan, if you will, tomorrow morning. I have money enough, said Florence.
'No, Ma'am, said Paul. 'Dombey, Dombey, said Miss Blimber, 'I begin to be afraid you are a sad boy. When you don't know the meaning of an expression, why don't you seek for information? 'Mrs Pipchin told me I wasn't to ask questions, returned Paul. 'I must beg you not to mention Mrs Pipchin to me, on any account, Dombey, returned Miss Blimber. 'I couldn't think of allowing it.
This celebrated Mrs Pipchin was a marvellous ill-favoured, ill-conditioned old lady, of a stooping figure, with a mottled face, like bad marble, a hook nose, and a hard grey eye, that looked as if it might have been hammered at on an anvil without sustaining any injury.
Pipchin. As Paul had not considered the subject in that light, he allowed himself to be put down for the present. Mr. Dombey came down to Brighton every Sunday, and Florence was her brother's constant companion.
His public were eager to be moved and to laugh, and he gave them Little Nell and Sam Weller; he loved to please them, and it is evident that he pleased himself also. Mr. Micawber, Mr. Pecksniff, Mrs. Nickleby, Mrs. Chick, Mrs. Pipchin, Mr. Augustus Moddle, Mrs. Jellyby, Mrs.
But Miss Tox is not a part of Mr Dombey's world. She comes back every evening at dusk; adding clogs and an umbrella to the bonnet on wet nights; and bears the grins of Towlinson, and the huffs and rebuffs of Mrs Pipchin, and all to ask how he does, and how he bears his misfortune: but she has nothing to do with Mr Dombey's world.
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