| The limp and careless little hand that Mr Dombey took in his, was singularly out of keeping with the wistful face. But he had no part in its sorrowful expression. It was not addressed to him. No, no. To Florence - all to Florence.
If Mr Dombey in his insolence of wealth, had ever made an enemy, hard to appease and cruellyvindictive in his hate, even such an enemy might have received the pang that wrung his proud heart then, as compensation for his injury.
He bent down, over his boy, and kissed him. If his sight were dimmed as he did so, by something that for a moment blurred the little face, and made it indistinct to him, his mental vision may have been, for that short time, the clearer perhaps.
’I shall see you soon, Paul. You are free on Saturdays and Sundays, you know.’
’Yes, Papa,’ returned Paul: looking at his sister. ’On Saturdays and Sundays.’
’And you’ll try and learn a great deal here, and be a clever man,’ said Mr Dombey; ’won’t you?’
’I’ll try,’ returned the child, wearily.
’And you’ll soon be grown up now!’ said Mr Dombey.
’Oh! very soon!’ replied the child. Once more the old, old look passed rapidly across his features like a strange light. It fell on Mrs Pipchin, and extinguished itself in her black dress. That excellent ogress stepped forward to take leave and to bear off Florence, which she had long been thirsting to do. The move on her part roused Mr Dombey, whose eyes were fixed on Paul. After patting him on the head, and pressing his small hand again, he took leave of Doctor Blimber, Mrs Blimber, and Miss Blimber, with his usual polite frigidity, and walked out of the study.
Despite his entreaty that they would not think of stirring, Doctor Blimber, Mrs Blimber, and Miss Blimber all pressed forward to attend him to the hall; and thus Mrs Pipchin got into a state of entanglement with Miss Blimber and the Doctor, and was crowded out of the study before she could clutch Florence. To which happy accident Paul stood afterwards indebted for the dearremembrance, that Florence ran back to throw her arms round his neck, and that hers was the last face in the doorway: turned towards him with a smile of encouragement, the brighter for the tears through which it beamed.
It made his childish bosom heave and swell when it was gone; and sent the globes, the books, blind Homer and Minerva, swimming round the room. But they stopped, all of a sudden; and then he heard the loud clock in the hall still gravely inquiring ’how, is, my, lit, tle, friend? how, is, my, lit, tle, friend?’ as it had done before.
He sat, with folded hands, upon his pedestal, silently listening. But he might have answered ’weary, weary! very lonely, very sad!’ And there, with an aching void in his young heart, and all outside so cold, and bare, and strange, Paul sat as if he had taken life unfurnished, and the upholsterer were never coming.
[ 过去式addressed或addrest 过去分词addressed或addrest 现在分词addressing ]
(1) We will give that address later.
(2) I’ll take your name and address.
(3) Could I have your name and address?
(4) This is my address and send it there.
(5) We must address the problem at its roots.
(6) Your address and her address are the same.
(7) A pointer is the address of another value.
(1) It’s cool outside in the car.
(2) Tom and his father then ran outside.
(3) Some days I work outside the space station.
(4) George knew he lookeａd normal on the outside.
(5) They put their name on the outside in big letters.
(6) Prophets receive more respect outside their homeland.
(7) She placed her card in a slot on the outside the bank.