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'In pumping water out of the Peruvian Mines, replied Miss Tox. 'Not being a Pumper himself, of course, said Mrs Chick, glancing at her brother; and it really did seem necessary to offer the explanation, for Miss Tox had spoken of him as if he had died at the handle; 'but having invested money in the speculation, which failed.
It was some time coming to his aid in the present instance, but it befriended him at last. When the dark servant, with full particulars, reported Miss Tox absent on Brighton service, the Major was suddenly touched with affectionate reminiscences of his friend Bill Bitherstone of Bengal, who had written to ask him, if he ever went that way, to bestow a call upon his only son.
We have the same number, and it is simply a question whether yours are better and more pointed than mine; if they are, of course, the wounds you inflict will be the more deadly, and I shall be the first to succumb. Mne. Very well. Let us fix the number: I say five each. Tox. Five be it, and you begin.
The prevailing influence was too much even for his sister. She made no effort at flattery or small talk, and directed all her efforts to looking as warm as she could. 'Well, Sir, said Mr Chick, making a desperate plunge, after a long silence, and filling a glass of sherry; 'I shall drink this, if you'll allow me, Sir, to little Paul. 'Bless him! murmured Miss Tox, taking a sip of wine.
I believe I have already said, in effect, if not in the very words I now use, that it is his intention to marry a second wife. Miss Tox left her seat in a hurry, and returned to her plants; clipping among the stems and leaves, with as little favour as a barber working at so many pauper heads of hair.
It is Miss Tox, who has borrowed this disguise from her servant, and comes from Princess's Place, thus secretly, to revive her old acquaintance with Mrs Pipchin, in order to get certain information of the state of Mr Dombey. 'How does he bear it, my dear creature? asks Miss Tox. 'Well, says Mrs Pipchin, in her snappish way, 'he's pretty much as usual.
Miss Dombey's found! The boy with his open face, and flowing hair, and sparkling eyes, panting with pleasure and excitement, was wonderfully opposed to Mr Dombey, as he sat confronting him in his library chair. 'I told you, Louisa, that she would certainly be found, said Mr Dombey, looking slightly over his shoulder at that lady, who wept in company with Miss Tox.
She crept as near him as she could without disturbing his rest; and stretching out one arm so that it timidly embraced his neck, and hiding her face on the other, over which her damp and scattered hair fell loose, lay motionless. 'Poor little thing, said Miss Tox; 'she has been dreaming, I daresay.
And when a man with bulgy legs, and a rough voice, and a heavy basket on his head that crushed his hat into a mere black muffin, came crying flowers down Princess's Place, making his timid little roots of daisies shudder in the vibration of every yell he gave, as though he had been an ogre, hawking little children, summer recollections were so strong upon Miss Tox, that she shook her head, and murmured she would be comparatively old before she knew it which seemed likely.
Now, Toxaris: do you mean to tell me that you people actually sacrifice to Orestes and Pylades? do you take them for Gods? Tox. Sacrifice to them? of course we do. It does not follow that we think they are Gods: they were good men. Mne. And in Scythia 'good men' receive sacrifice just the same as Gods? Tox. Not only that, but we honour them with feasts and public gatherings. Mne.
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