...ng a man but little used to that form of address): and said, ‘Mrs Dombey , my—my dear.’ A transient flush of faint surprise overspread the sick lady’s... ...dy’s face as she raised her eyes towards him. ‘He will be christened Paul, my—Mrs Dombey—of course.’ She feebly echoed, ‘Of course,’ or rather express... ...rse of life and death, from Son to Dombey, and for nearly twenty years had been the sole representative of the Firm. Of those years he had been marrie... ...e in a remarkably lady-like and becoming manner. That Mrs Dombey must have been happy. That she couldn’t help it. Or, at all events, with one drawback... ...orence was all very well, but this is another matter. This young gentleman has to accomplish a destiny. A destiny , little fellow!’ As he thus apostro... ...quite so. It would appear, I was observing, that the system of our patient has sustained a shock, from which it can only hope to rally by a great and ... ... knowledge home to Mr Dombey at that early day , which would not then have struck him in the end like lightning. But this is from the purpose. Polly o... ...he House, that although he’s only a baby now, he is going to have balances struck oftener than formerly, and the books kept closer than they used to b... ...on; until with a loud shouting 765 Charles Dickens and lashing, a shadowy postillion muffled to the eyes, checked his four struggling horses at his s...

...Excerpt: Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead, carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it, as if his constitution were analogous to that of a muffin, and it wa...

...t them. A short time ago, while making researches in the Royal Library for my History of Louis XIV, I stumbled by chance upon the Memoirs of M. D’Arta... ...th me, with the permis- sion of the guardian, and devoured them. It is not my intention here to enter into an analysis of this curious work; and I sha... ... Aramis. 4 The Three Musketeers We must confess these three strange names struck us; and it immediately occurred to us that they were but pseudonyms,... ...nced eye might have taken him for a farmer’s son upon a journey had it not been for the long sword which, dangling from a leather baldric, hit against... ... an unfavorable feeling, which extended to his rider. And this feeling had been more painfully perceived by young D’Artagnan—for so was the Don Quixot... ...horse was born in the house of your father about thir- teen years ago, and has remained in it ever since, which ought to make you love it. Never sell ... ...obility gives you the right—sustain worthily your name of gentleman, which has been worthily borne by your ancestors for five hundred years, both for ... ...ost was well served. D’Artagnan and Planchet took each a post horse, and a postillion rode before them. In a few hours they were in the capital. D’Art... ...ant, who comes to fetch me, is told how to proceed; he makes a sign to the postillion, and we set off at a gallop.” “But D’Artagnan! D’Artagnan! if he...