He rejected the angel, and took up with the tormenting spirit crouching in his bosom.

Her patience, goodness, youth, devotion, love, were as so many atoms in the ashes upon which he set his heel.

He saw her image in the blight and blackness all around him, not irradiating but deepening the gloom.

More than once upon this journey, and now again as he stood pondering at this journey's end, tracing figures in the dust with his stick, the thought came into his mind, what was there he could interpose between himself and it?
The Major, who had been blowing and panting all the way down, like another engine, and whose eye had often wandered from his newspaper to leer at the prospect, as if there were a procession of discomfited Miss Toxes pouring out in the smoke of the train, and flying away over the fields to hide themselves in any place of refuge, aroused his friends by informing him that the post-horses were harnessed and the carriage ready.
'Dombey,' said the Major, rapping him on the arm with his cane, 'don't be thoughtful.

It's a bad habit, Old Joe, Sir, wouldn't be as tough as you see him, if he had ever encouraged it.