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'Cheer up! said the Captain, laying his hand on Mr Toots's shoulder. 'Stand by, boy! 'It is my intention, Captain Gills, returned the spirited Mr Toots, 'to cheer up. Also to standby, as much as possible. When the silent tomb shall yawn, Captain Gills, I shall be ready for burial; not before.
Mr Toots's movements in the churchyard were so eccentric, that he seemed generally to defeat all calculation, and to appear, like the conjuror's figure, where he was least expected; and the effect of these mysterious presentations was much increased by its being difficult to him to see in, and easy to everybody else to see out: which occasioned his remaining, every time, longer than might have been expected, with his face close to the glass, until he all at once became aware that all eyes were upon him, and vanished.
'Do it! The Captain was so impressed by the possession of his tremendous secret by the fact of Miss Dombey being at that moment under his roof, while the innocent and unconscious Toots sat opposite to him that a perspiration broke out on his forehead, and he found it impossible, while slowly drying the same, glazed hat in hand, to keep his eyes off Mr Toots's face.
His quick transition to a state of unbounded pleasure, as he stood at his window, kissing and clapping his hands: and the way in which the light retreated from his features as she passed out of his view, and left a patient melancholy on the little face: were too remarkable wholly to escape even Toots's notice.
She said, if he couldn't speak to me, no doubt Captain Cuttle could. By the bye! said Mr Toots, as the discovery flashed upon him, 'you, you know! The Captain glanced at the newspaper in Mr Toots's hand, and breathed short and hurriedly.
'How's Diogenes going on? would be Mr Toots's second interrogation. Very well indeed. Miss Florence was fonder and fonder of him every day. Mr Toots was sure to hail this with a burst of chuckles, like the opening of a bottle of some effervescent beverage. 'Miss Florence is quite well, Sir, Susan would add.
And yet it dropped so, that by little and little it sunk on Mr Toots's knee, and rested there, as if it had no care to be ever lifted up again. That was no reason why he should be deaf; but he must have been, he thought, for, by and by, he heard Mr Feeder calling in his ear, and gently shaking him to rouse his attention.
Young Toots who was ready beforehand, and had therefore nothing to do, and had leisure to bestow upon Paul, said, with heavy good nature: 'Sit down, Dombey. 'Thank you, Sir, said Paul. His endeavouring to hoist himself on to a very high window-seat, and his slipping down again, appeared to prepare Toots's mind for the reception of a discovery. 'You're a very small chap; said Mr Toots.
From the moment when Young Toots's voice was first heard, in tones so deep, and in a manner so sheepish, that "if a lamb had roared it couldn't have been more surprising," saying to Little Dombey with startling suddenness, "How are you?" every time the Reader opened his lips, as speaking in that character, there was a burst of merriment.
'How are you? he would say to Paul, fifty times a day. 'Quite well, Sir, thank you, Paul would answer. 'Shake hands, would be Toots's next advance. Which Paul, of course, would immediately do. Mr Toots generally said again, after a long interval of staring and hard breathing, 'How are you? To which Paul again replied, 'Quite well, Sir, thank you.
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