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Then, Miss Tox and Polly came out of their concealment, and exulted tearfully. And then they packed his clothes, and books, and so forth, with great care; and consigned them in due course to certain persons sent by Florence, in the evening, to fetch them. And then they took a last cup of tea in the lonely house.
As she passes Mr Dombey's room, she shrinks into the inmost depths of the black bonnet, and walks, on tip-toe; and there is not another atom in the world which haunts him so, that feels such sorrow and solicitude about him, as Miss Tox takes out under the black bonnet into the street, and tries to carry home shadowed it from the newly-lighted lamps.
If any my dear, turning to Miss Tox, 'I want a word. Mis Mis-' 'Demeanour? suggested Miss Tox. 'No, no, no, said Mrs Chic 'How can you! Goodness me, it's on, the end of my tongue. Mis-' Placed affection? suggested Miss Tox, timidly. 'Good gracious, Lucretia! returned Mrs Chick 'How very monstrous! Misanthrope, is the word I want. The idea! Misplaced affection!
I do not think, I will tell you candidly that Wickam is a person of very cheerful spirit, or what one would call a 'A daughter of Momus, Miss Tox softly suggested. 'Exactly so, said Mrs Chick; 'but she is exceedingly attentive and useful, and not at all presumptuous; indeed I never saw a more biddable woman. I would say that for her, if I was put upon my trial before a Court of Justice.
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.
But that is past long past. Between the Major and me there is now a yawning chasm, and I will not feign to give encouragement, Louisa, where I cannot give my heart. My affections, said Miss Tox 'but, Louisa, this is madness! and departed from the room.
If this is not your motive in honouring Orestes and Pylades, I shall be glad to know what other service they have rendered you, that you should change your minds about them, and admit them to divine honours. Your ancestors did their best to offer them up to Artemis: you offer up victims to them. It seems an absurd inconsistency. Tox.
Hucksters though they be for the most part, and fishmongers, you must deify them all, to be consistent. Tox. Now, now, Mnesippus, listen to me, and you shall see how much more candid we barbarians are in our valuation of good men than you Greeks.
At length the Major being released from his fit, went one Saturday growling down to Brighton, with the native behind him; apostrophizing Miss Tox all the way, and gloating over the prospect of carrying by storm the distinguished friend to whom she attached so much mystery, and for whom she had deserted him.
There was my mother But catching his wife's eye here, Mr Toodle judiciously buried the rest in another mug of tea. 'You never mean to say, Mrs Richards, cried Miss Tox, looking at Rob, 'that that is your 'Eldest, Ma'am, said Polly. 'Yes, indeed, it is. That's the little fellow, Ma'am, that was the innocent cause of so much.
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