I could have you killed at any time--even if you was in your own bed at home.

Now let's know who you are, and what you are, and all about it.' The old woman's threats and promises; the dread of giving her offence; and the habit, unusual to a child, but almost natural to Florence now, of being quiet, and repressing what she felt, and feared, and hoped; enabled her to do this bidding, and to tell her little history, or what she knew of it.

Mrs Brown listened attentively, until she had finished.
'So your name's Dombey, eh ?' said Mrs Brown.
'I want that pretty frock, Miss Dombey,' said Good Mrs Brown, 'and that little bonnet, and a petticoat or two, and anything else you can spare.
Come! Take 'em off.' Florence obeyed, as fast as her trembling hands would allow; keeping, all the while, a frightened eye on Mrs Brown.

When she had divested herself of all the articles of apparel mentioned by that lady, Mrs B.
examined them at leisure, and seemed tolerably well satisfied with their quality and value.
'Humph!' she said, running her eyes over the child's slight figure, 'I don't see anything else--except the shoes.

I must have the shoes, Miss Dombey.' Poor little Florence took them off with equal alacrity, only too glad to have any more means of conciliation about her.