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From
the
master
upon
whose
impaling
files
reams
of
dusty
warrants
in
Jarndyce
and
Jarndyce
have
grimly
writhed
into
many
shapes
,
down
to
the
copying
-
clerk
in
the
Six
Clerks
’
Office
who
has
copied
his
tens
of
thousands
of
Chancery
folio
-
pages
under
that
eternal
heading
,
no
man
’
s
nature
has
been
made
better
by
it
.
In
trickery
,
evasion
,
procrastination
,
spoliation
,
botheration
,
under
false
pretences
of
all
sorts
,
there
are
influences
that
can
never
come
to
good
.
The
very
solicitors
’
boys
who
have
kept
the
wretched
suitors
at
bay
,
by
protesting
time
out
of
mind
that
Mr
.
Chizzle
,
Mizzle
,
or
otherwise
was
particularly
engaged
and
had
appointments
until
dinner
,
may
have
got
an
extra
moral
twist
and
shuffle
into
themselves
out
of
Jarndyce
and
Jarndyce
.
The
receiver
in
the
cause
has
acquired
a
goodly
sum
of
money
by
it
but
has
acquired
too
a
distrust
of
his
own
mother
and
a
contempt
for
his
own
kind
.
Chizzle
,
Mizzle
,
and
otherwise
have
lapsed
into
a
habit
of
vaguely
promising
themselves
that
they
will
look
into
that
outstanding
little
matter
and
see
what
can
be
done
for
Drizzle
—
who
was
not
well
used
—
when
Jarndyce
and
Jarndyce
shall
be
got
out
of
the
office
.
Shirking
and
sharking
in
all
their
many
varieties
have
been
sown
broadcast
by
the
ill
-
fated
cause
;
and
even
those
who
have
contemplated
its
history
from
the
outermost
circle
of
such
evil
have
been
insensibly
tempted
into
a
loose
way
of
letting
bad
things
alone
to
take
their
own
bad
course
,
and
a
loose
belief
that
if
the
world
go
wrong
it
was
in
some
off
-
hand
manner
never
meant
to
go
right
.
Thus
,
in
the
midst
of
the
mud
and
at
the
heart
of
the
fog
,
sits
the
Lord
High
Chancellor
in
his
High
Court
of
Chancery
.
"
Mr
.
Tangle
,
"
says
the
Lord
High
Chancellor
,
latterly
something
restless
under
the
eloquence
of
that
learned
gentleman
.
"
Mlud
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tangle
.
Mr
.
Tangle
knows
more
of
Jarndyce
and
Jarndyce
than
anybody
.
He
is
famous
for
it
—
supposed
never
to
have
read
anything
else
since
he
left
school
.
"
Have
you
nearly
concluded
your
argument
?
"
"
Mlud
,
no
—
variety
of
points
—
feel
it
my
duty
tsubmit
—
ludship
,
"
is
the
reply
that
slides
out
of
Mr
.
Tangle
.
"
Several
members
of
the
bar
are
still
to
be
heard
,
I
believe
?
"
says
the
Chancellor
with
a
slight
smile
.
Eighteen
of
Mr
.
Tangle
’
s
learned
friends
,
each
armed
with
a
little
summary
of
eighteen
hundred
sheets
,
bob
up
like
eighteen
hammers
in
a
pianoforte
,
make
eighteen
bows
,
and
drop
into
their
eighteen
places
of
obscurity
.
"
We
will
proceed
with
the
hearing
on
Wednesday
fortnight
,
"
says
the
Chancellor
.
For
the
question
at
issue
is
only
a
question
of
costs
,
a
mere
bud
on
the
forest
tree
of
the
parent
suit
,
and
really
will
come
to
a
settlement
one
of
these
days
.
The
Chancellor
rises
;
the
bar
rises
;
the
prisoner
is
brought
forward
in
a
hurry
;
the
man
from
Shropshire
cries
,
"
My
lord
!
"
Maces
,
bags
,
and
purses
indignantly
proclaim
silence
and
frown
at
the
man
from
Shropshire
.
"
In
reference
,
"
proceeds
the
Chancellor
,
still
on
Jarndyce
and
Jarndyce
,
"
to
the
young
girl
—
"
"
Begludship
’
s
pardon
—
boy
,
"
says
Mr
.
Tangle
prematurely
.
"
In
reference
,
"
proceeds
the
Chancellor
with
extra
distinctness
,
"
to
the
young
girl
and
boy
,
the
two
young
people
"
—
Mr
.
Tangle
crushed
—
"
whom
I
directed
to
be
in
attendance
to
-
day
and
who
are
now
in
my
private
room
,
I
will
see
them
and
satisfy
myself
as
to
the
expediency
of
making
the
order
for
their
residing
with
their
uncle
.
"
Mr
.
Tangle
on
his
legs
again
.
"
Begludship
’
s
pardon
—
dead
.
"
"
With
their
"
—
Chancellor
looking
through
his
double
eye
-
glass
at
the
papers
on
his
desk
—
"
grandfather
.
"
"
Begludship
’
s
pardon
—
victim
of
rash
action
—
brains
.
"
Suddenly
a
very
little
counsel
with
a
terrific
bass
voice
arises
,
fully
inflated
,
in
the
back
settlements
of
the
fog
,
and
says
,
"
Will
your
lordship
allow
me
?
I
appear
for
him
.
He
is
a
cousin
,
several
times
removed
.
I
am
not
at
the
moment
prepared
to
inform
the
court
in
what
exact
remove
he
is
a
cousin
,
but
he
IS
a
cousin
.
"
Leaving
this
address
(
delivered
like
a
sepulchral
message
)
ringing
in
the
rafters
of
the
roof
,
the
very
little
counsel
drops
,
and
the
fog
knows
him
no
more
.
Everybody
looks
for
him
.
Nobody
can
see
him
.
"
I
will
speak
with
both
the
young
people
,
"
says
the
Chancellor
anew
,
"
and
satisfy
myself
on
the
subject
of
their
residing
with
their
cousin
.
I
will
mention
the
matter
to
-
morrow
morning
when
I
take
my
seat
.
"
The
Chancellor
is
about
to
bow
to
the
bar
when
the
prisoner
is
presented
.
Nothing
can
possibly
come
of
the
prisoner
’
s
conglomeration
but
his
being
sent
back
to
prison
,
which
is
soon
done
.
The
man
from
Shropshire
ventures
another
remonstrative
"
My
lord
!
"
but
the
Chancellor
,
being
aware
of
him
,
has
dexterously
vanished
.
Everybody
else
quickly
vanishes
too
A
battery
of
blue
bags
is
loaded
with
heavy
charges
of
papers
and
carried
off
by
clerks
;
the
little
mad
old
woman
marches
off
with
her
documents
;
the
empty
court
is
locked
up
.
If
all
the
injustice
it
has
committed
and
all
the
misery
it
has
caused
could
only
be
locked
up
with
it
,
and
the
whole
burnt
away
in
a
great
funeral
pyre
—
why
so
much
the
better
for
other
parties
than
the
parties
in
Jarndyce
and
Jarndyce
!
It
is
but
a
glimpse
of
the
world
of
fashion
that
we
want
on
this
same
miry
afternoon
.
It
is
not
so
unlike
the
Court
of
Chancery
but
that
we
may
pass
from
the
one
scene
to
the
other
,
as
the
crow
flies
.
Both
the
world
of
fashion
and
the
Court
of
Chancery
are
things
of
precedent
and
usage
:
oversleeping
Rip
Van
Winkles
who
have
played
at
strange
games
through
a
deal
of
thundery
weather
;
sleeping
beauties
whom
the
knight
will
wake
one
day
,
when
all
the
stopped
spits
in
the
kitchen
shall
begin
to
turn
prodigiously
!
It
is
not
a
large
world
.
Relatively
even
to
this
world
of
ours
,
which
has
its
limits
too
(
as
your
Highness
shall
find
when
you
have
made
the
tour
of
it
and
are
come
to
the
brink
of
the
void
beyond
)
,
it
is
a
very
little
speck
.
There
is
much
good
in
it
;
there
are
many
good
and
true
people
in
it
;
it
has
its
appointed
place
.
But
the
evil
of
it
is
that
it
is
a
world
wrapped
up
in
too
much
jeweller
’
s
cotton
and
fine
wool
,
and
cannot
hear
the
rushing
of
the
larger
worlds
,
and
cannot
see
them
as
they
circle
round
the
sun
.
It
is
a
deadened
world
,
and
its
growth
is
sometimes
unhealthy
for
want
of
air
.
My
Lady
Dedlock
has
returned
to
her
house
in
town
for
a
few
days
previous
to
her
departure
for
Paris
,
where
her
ladyship
intends
to
stay
some
weeks
,
after
which
her
movements
are
uncertain
.
The
fashionable
intelligence
says
so
for
the
comfort
of
the
Parisians
,
and
it
knows
all
fashionable
things
.
To
know
things
otherwise
were
to
be
unfashionable
.
My
Lady
Dedlock
has
been
down
at
what
she
calls
,
in
familiar
conversation
,
her
"
place
"
in
Lincolnshire
.
The
waters
are
out
in
Lincolnshire
.
An
arch
of
the
bridge
in
the
park
has
been
sapped
and
sopped
away
.
The
adjacent
low
-
lying
ground
for
half
a
mile
in
breadth
is
a
stagnant
river
with
melancholy
trees
for
islands
in
it
and
a
surface
punctured
all
over
,
all
day
long
,
with
falling
rain
.
My
Lady
Dedlock
’
s
place
has
been
extremely
dreary
.
The
weather
for
many
a
day
and
night
has
been
so
wet
that
the
trees
seem
wet
through
,
and
the
soft
loppings
and
prunings
of
the
woodman
’
s
axe
can
make
no
crash
or
crackle
as
they
fall
.
The
deer
,
looking
soaked
,
leave
quagmires
where
they
pass
.
The
shot
of
a
rifle
loses
its
sharpness
in
the
moist
air
,
and
its
smoke
moves
in
a
tardy
little
cloud
towards
the
green
rise
,
coppice
-
topped
,
that
makes
a
background
for
the
falling
rain
.
The
view
from
my
Lady
Dedlock
’
s
own
windows
is
alternately
a
lead
-
coloured
view
and
a
view
in
Indian
ink
.
The
vases
on
the
stone
terrace
in
the
foreground
catch
the
rain
all
day
;
and
the
heavy
drops
fall
—
drip
,
drip
,
drip
—
upon
the
broad
flagged
pavement
,
called
from
old
time
the
Ghost
’
s
Walk
,
all
night
.
On
Sundays
the
little
church
in
the
park
is
mouldy
;
the
oaken
pulpit
breaks
out
into
a
cold
sweat
;
and
there
is
a
general
smell
and
taste
as
of
the
ancient
Dedlocks
in
their
graves
.
My
Lady
Dedlock
(
who
is
childless
)
,
looking
out
in
the
early
twilight
from
her
boudoir
at
a
keeper
’
s
lodge
and
seeing
the
light
of
a
fire
upon
the
latticed
panes
,
and
smoke
rising
from
the
chimney
,
and
a
child
,
chased
by
a
woman
,
running
out
into
the
rain
to
meet
the
shining
figure
of
a
wrapped
-
up
man
coming
through
the
gate
,
has
been
put
quite
out
of
temper
.
My
Lady
Dedlock
says
she
has
been
"
bored
to
death
.
"
Therefore
my
Lady
Dedlock
has
come
away
from
the
place
in
Lincolnshire
and
has
left
it
to
the
rain
,
and
the
crows
,
and
the
rabbits
,
and
the
deer
,
and
the
partridges
and
pheasants
.
The
pictures
of
the
Dedlocks
past
and
gone
have
seemed
to
vanish
into
the
damp
walls
in
mere
lowness
of
spirits
,
as
the
housekeeper
has
passed
along
the
old
rooms
shutting
up
the
shutters
.
And
when
they
will
next
come
forth
again
,
the
fashionable
intelligence
—
which
,
like
the
fiend
,
is
omniscient
of
the
past
and
present
,
but
not
the
future
—
cannot
yet
undertake
to
say
.
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
is
only
a
baronet
,
but
there
is
no
mightier
baronet
than
he
.
His
family
is
as
old
as
the
hills
,
and
infinitely
more
respectable
.
He
has
a
general
opinion
that
the
world
might
get
on
without
hills
but
would
be
done
up
without
Dedlocks
.
He
would
on
the
whole
admit
nature
to
be
a
good
idea
(
a
little
low
,
perhaps
,
when
not
enclosed
with
a
park
-
fence
)
,
but
an
idea
dependent
for
its
execution
on
your
great
county
families
.
He
is
a
gentleman
of
strict
conscience
,
disdainful
of
all
littleness
and
meanness
and
ready
on
the
shortest
notice
to
die
any
death
you
may
please
to
mention
rather
than
give
occasion
for
the
least
impeachment
of
his
integrity
.
He
is
an
honourable
,
obstinate
,
truthful
,
high
-
spirited
,
intensely
prejudiced
,
perfectly
unreasonable
man
.
Sir
Leicester
is
twenty
years
,
full
measure
,
older
than
my
Lady
.
He
will
never
see
sixty
-
five
again
,
nor
perhaps
sixty
-
six
,
nor
yet
sixty
-
seven
.
He
has
a
twist
of
the
gout
now
and
then
and
walks
a
little
stiffly
.
He
is
of
a
worthy
presence
,
with
his
light
-
grey
hair
and
whiskers
,
his
fine
shirt
-
frill
,
his
pure
-
white
waistcoat
,
and
his
blue
coat
with
bright
buttons
always
buttoned
.
He
is
ceremonious
,
stately
,
most
polite
on
every
occasion
to
my
Lady
,
and
holds
her
personal
attractions
in
the
highest
estimation
.
His
gallantry
to
my
Lady
,
which
has
never
changed
since
he
courted
her
,
is
the
one
little
touch
of
romantic
fancy
in
him
.
Indeed
,
he
married
her
for
love
.
A
whisper
still
goes
about
that
she
had
not
even
family
;
howbeit
,
Sir
Leicester
had
so
much
family
that
perhaps
he
had
enough
and
could
dispense
with
any
more
.
But
she
had
beauty
,
pride
,
ambition
,
insolent
resolve
,
and
sense
enough
to
portion
out
a
legion
of
fine
ladies
.
Wealth
and
station
,
added
to
these
,
soon
floated
her
upward
,
and
for
years
now
my
Lady
Dedlock
has
been
at
the
centre
of
the
fashionable
intelligence
and
at
the
top
of
the
fashionable
tree
.
How
Alexander
wept
when
he
had
no
more
worlds
to
conquer
,
everybody
knows
—
or
has
some
reason
to
know
by
this
time
,
the
matter
having
been
rather
frequently
mentioned
.
My
Lady
Dedlock
,
having
conquered
HER
world
,
fell
not
into
the
melting
,
but
rather
into
the
freezing
,
mood
.
An
exhausted
composure
,
a
worn
-
out
placidity
,
an
equanimity
of
fatigue
not
to
be
ruffled
by
interest
or
satisfaction
,
are
the
trophies
of
her
victory
.
She
is
perfectly
well
-
bred
.
If
she
could
be
translated
to
heaven
to
-
morrow
,
she
might
be
expected
to
ascend
without
any
rapture
.
She
has
beauty
still
,
and
if
it
be
not
in
its
heyday
,
it
is
not
yet
in
its
autumn
.
She
has
a
fine
face
—
originally
of
a
character
that
would
be
rather
called
very
pretty
than
handsome
,
but
improved
into
classicality
by
the
acquired
expression
of
her
fashionable
state
.
Her
figure
is
elegant
and
has
the
effect
of
being
tall
.
Not
that
she
is
so
,
but
that
"
the
most
is
made
,
"
as
the
Honourable
Bob
Stables
has
frequently
asserted
upon
oath
,
"
of
all
her
points
.
"
The
same
authority
observes
that
she
is
perfectly
got
up
and
remarks
in
commendation
of
her
hair
especially
that
she
is
the
best
-
groomed
woman
in
the
whole
stud
.
With
all
her
perfections
on
her
head
,
my
Lady
Dedlock
has
come
up
from
her
place
in
Lincolnshire
(
hotly
pursued
by
the
fashionable
intelligence
)
to
pass
a
few
days
at
her
house
in
town
previous
to
her
departure
for
Paris
,
where
her
ladyship
intends
to
stay
some
weeks
,
after
which
her
movements
are
uncertain
.
And
at
her
house
in
town
,
upon
this
muddy
,
murky
afternoon
,
presents
himself
an
old
-
fashioned
old
gentleman
,
attorney
-
at
-
law
and
eke
solicitor
of
the
High
Court
of
Chancery
,
who
has
the
honour
of
acting
as
legal
adviser
of
the
Dedlocks
and
has
as
many
cast
-
iron
boxes
in
his
office
with
that
name
outside
as
if
the
present
baronet
were
the
coin
of
the
conjuror
’
s
trick
and
were
constantly
being
juggled
through
the
whole
set
.
Across
the
hall
,
and
up
the
stairs
,
and
along
the
passages
,
and
through
the
rooms
,
which
are
very
brilliant
in
the
season
and
very
dismal
out
of
it
—
fairy
-
land
to
visit
,
but
a
desert
to
live
in
—
the
old
gentleman
is
conducted
by
a
Mercury
in
powder
to
my
Lady
’
s
presence
.
The
old
gentleman
is
rusty
to
look
at
,
but
is
reputed
to
have
made
good
thrift
out
of
aristocratic
marriage
settlements
and
aristocratic
wills
,
and
to
be
very
rich
.
He
is
surrounded
by
a
mysterious
halo
of
family
confidences
,
of
which
he
is
known
to
be
the
silent
depository
.
There
are
noble
mausoleums
rooted
for
centuries
in
retired
glades
of
parks
among
the
growing
timber
and
the
fern
,
which
perhaps
hold
fewer
noble
secrets
than
walk
abroad
among
men
,
shut
up
in
the
breast
of
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
He
is
of
what
is
called
the
old
school
—
a
phrase
generally
meaning
any
school
that
seems
never
to
have
been
young
—
and
wears
knee
-
breeches
tied
with
ribbons
,
and
gaiters
or
stockings
.
One
peculiarity
of
his
black
clothes
and
of
his
black
stockings
,
be
they
silk
or
worsted
,
is
that
they
never
shine
.
Mute
,
close
,
irresponsive
to
any
glancing
light
,
his
dress
is
like
himself
.
He
never
converses
when
not
professionally
consulted
.
He
is
found
sometimes
,
speechless
but
quite
at
home
,
at
corners
of
dinner
-
tables
in
great
country
houses
and
near
doors
of
drawing
-
rooms
,
concerning
which
the
fashionable
intelligence
is
eloquent
,
where
everybody
knows
him
and
where
half
the
Peerage
stops
to
say
"
How
do
you
do
,
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
?
"
He
receives
these
salutations
with
gravity
and
buries
them
along
with
the
rest
of
his
knowledge
.
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
is
with
my
Lady
and
is
happy
to
see
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
.
There
is
an
air
of
prescription
about
him
which
is
always
agreeable
to
Sir
Leicester
;
he
receives
it
as
a
kind
of
tribute
.
He
likes
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
’
s
dress
;
there
is
a
kind
of
tribute
in
that
too
.
