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"
"
You
have
achieved
so
much
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
"
said
my
guardian
,
"
that
you
pay
some
little
penalty
,
I
dare
say
.
But
none
to
me
.
"
"
So
much
!
"
she
repeated
,
slightly
laughing
.
"
Yes
!
"
With
her
air
of
superiority
,
and
power
,
and
fascination
,
and
I
know
not
what
,
she
seemed
to
regard
Ada
and
me
as
little
more
than
children
.
So
,
as
she
slightly
laughed
and
afterwards
sat
looking
at
the
rain
,
she
was
as
self
-
possessed
and
as
free
to
occupy
herself
with
her
own
thoughts
as
if
she
had
been
alone
.
"
I
think
you
knew
my
sister
when
we
were
abroad
together
better
than
you
know
me
?
"
she
said
,
looking
at
him
again
.
"
Yes
,
we
happened
to
meet
oftener
,
"
he
returned
.
"
We
went
our
several
ways
,
"
said
Lady
Dedlock
,
"
and
had
little
in
common
even
before
we
agreed
to
differ
.
It
is
to
be
regretted
,
I
suppose
,
but
it
could
not
be
helped
.
"
Lady
Dedlock
again
sat
looking
at
the
rain
.
The
storm
soon
began
to
pass
upon
its
way
.
The
shower
greatly
abated
,
the
lightning
ceased
,
the
thunder
rolled
among
the
distant
hills
,
and
the
sun
began
to
glisten
on
the
wet
leaves
and
the
falling
rain
.
As
we
sat
there
,
silently
,
we
saw
a
little
pony
phaeton
coming
towards
us
at
a
merry
pace
.
"
The
messenger
is
coming
back
,
my
Lady
,
"
said
the
keeper
,
"
with
the
carriage
.
"
As
it
drove
up
,
we
saw
that
there
were
two
people
inside
.
There
alighted
from
it
,
with
some
cloaks
and
wrappers
,
first
the
Frenchwoman
whom
I
had
seen
in
church
,
and
secondly
the
pretty
girl
,
the
Frenchwoman
with
a
defiant
confidence
,
the
pretty
girl
confused
and
hesitating
.
"
What
now
?
"
said
Lady
Dedlock
.
"
Two
!
"
"
I
am
your
maid
,
my
Lady
,
at
the
present
,
"
said
the
Frenchwoman
.
"
The
message
was
for
the
attendant
.
"
"
I
was
afraid
you
might
mean
me
,
my
Lady
,
"
said
the
pretty
girl
.
"
I
did
mean
you
,
child
,
"
replied
her
mistress
calmly
.
"
Put
that
shawl
on
me
.
"
She
slightly
stooped
her
shoulders
to
receive
it
,
and
the
pretty
girl
lightly
dropped
it
in
its
place
.
The
Frenchwoman
stood
unnoticed
,
looking
on
with
her
lips
very
tightly
set
.
"
I
am
sorry
,
"
said
Lady
Dedlock
to
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
"
that
we
are
not
likely
to
renew
our
former
acquaintance
.
You
will
allow
me
to
send
the
carriage
back
for
your
two
wards
.
It
shall
be
here
directly
.
"
But
as
he
would
on
no
account
accept
this
offer
,
she
took
a
graceful
leave
of
Ada
—
none
of
me
—
and
put
her
hand
upon
his
proffered
arm
,
and
got
into
the
carriage
,
which
was
a
little
,
low
,
park
carriage
with
a
hood
.
"
Come
in
,
child
,
"
she
said
to
the
pretty
girl
;
"
I
shall
want
you
.
Go
on
!
"
The
carriage
rolled
away
,
and
the
Frenchwoman
,
with
the
wrappers
she
had
brought
hanging
over
her
arm
,
remained
standing
where
she
had
alighted
.
I
suppose
there
is
nothing
pride
can
so
little
bear
with
as
pride
itself
,
and
that
she
was
punished
for
her
imperious
manner
.
Her
retaliation
was
the
most
singular
I
could
have
imagined
.
She
remained
perfectly
still
until
the
carriage
had
turned
into
the
drive
,
and
then
,
without
the
least
discomposure
of
countenance
,
slipped
off
her
shoes
,
left
them
on
the
ground
,
and
walked
deliberately
in
the
same
direction
through
the
wettest
of
the
wet
grass
.
"
Is
that
young
woman
mad
?
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
Oh
,
no
,
sir
!
"
said
the
keeper
,
who
,
with
his
wife
,
was
looking
after
her
.
"
Hortense
is
not
one
of
that
sort
.
She
has
as
good
a
head
-
piece
as
the
best
But
she
’
s
mortal
high
and
passionate
—
powerful
high
and
passionate
;
and
what
with
having
notice
to
leave
,
and
having
others
put
above
her
,
she
don
’
t
take
kindly
to
it
.
"
"
But
why
should
she
walk
shoeless
through
all
that
water
?
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
Why
,
indeed
,
sir
,
unless
it
is
to
cool
her
down
!
"
said
the
man
.
"
Or
unless
she
fancies
it
’
s
blood
,
"
said
the
woman
.
"
She
’
d
as
soon
walk
through
that
as
anything
else
,
I
think
,
when
her
own
’
s
up
!
"
We
passed
not
far
from
the
house
a
few
minutes
afterwards
.
Peaceful
as
it
had
looked
when
we
first
saw
it
,
it
looked
even
more
so
now
,
with
a
diamond
spray
glittering
all
about
it
,
a
light
wind
blowing
,
the
birds
no
longer
hushed
but
singing
strongly
,
everything
refreshed
by
the
late
rain
,
and
the
little
carriage
shining
at
the
doorway
like
a
fairy
carriage
made
of
silver
.
Still
,
very
steadfastly
and
quietly
walking
towards
it
,
a
peaceful
figure
too
in
the
landscape
,
went
Mademoiselle
Hortense
,
shoeless
,
through
the
wet
grass
.
It
is
the
long
vacation
in
the
regions
of
Chancery
Lane
.
The
good
ships
Law
and
Equity
,
those
teak
-
built
,
copper
-
bottomed
,
iron
-
fastened
,
brazen
-
faced
,
and
not
by
any
means
fast
-
sailing
clippers
are
laid
up
in
ordinary
.
The
Flying
Dutchman
,
with
a
crew
of
ghostly
clients
imploring
all
whom
they
may
encounter
to
peruse
their
papers
,
has
drifted
,
for
the
time
being
,
heaven
knows
where
.
The
courts
are
all
shut
up
;
the
public
offices
lie
in
a
hot
sleep
.
Westminster
Hall
itself
is
a
shady
solitude
where
nightingales
might
sing
,
and
a
tenderer
class
of
suitors
than
is
usually
found
there
,
walk
.
The
Temple
,
Chancery
Lane
,
Serjeants
’
Inn
,
and
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
even
unto
the
Fields
are
like
tidal
harbours
at
low
water
,
where
stranded
proceedings
,
offices
at
anchor
,
idle
clerks
lounging
on
lop
-
sided
stools
that
will
not
recover
their
perpendicular
until
the
current
of
Term
sets
in
,
lie
high
and
dry
upon
the
ooze
of
the
long
vacation
.
Outer
doors
of
chambers
are
shut
up
by
the
score
,
messages
and
parcels
are
to
be
left
at
the
Porter
’
s
Lodge
by
the
bushel
.
A
crop
of
grass
would
grow
in
the
chinks
of
the
stone
pavement
outside
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
Hall
,
but
that
the
ticket
-
porters
,
who
have
nothing
to
do
beyond
sitting
in
the
shade
there
,
with
their
white
aprons
over
their
heads
to
keep
the
flies
off
,
grub
it
up
and
eat
it
thoughtfully
.
There
is
only
one
judge
in
town
.
Even
he
only
comes
twice
a
week
to
sit
in
chambers
.
If
the
country
folks
of
those
assize
towns
on
his
circuit
could
see
him
now
!
No
full
-
bottomed
wig
,
no
red
petticoats
,
no
fur
,
no
javelin
-
men
,
no
white
wands
.
Merely
a
close
-
shaved
gentleman
in
white
trousers
and
a
white
hat
,
with
sea
-
bronze
on
the
judicial
countenance
,
and
a
strip
of
bark
peeled
by
the
solar
rays
from
the
judicial
nose
,
who
calls
in
at
the
shell
-
fish
shop
as
he
comes
along
and
drinks
iced
ginger
-
beer
!
The
bar
of
England
is
scattered
over
the
face
of
the
earth
.
How
England
can
get
on
through
four
long
summer
months
without
its
bar
—
which
is
its
acknowledged
refuge
in
adversity
and
its
only
legitimate
triumph
in
prosperity
—
is
beside
the
question
;
assuredly
that
shield
and
buckler
of
Britannia
are
not
in
present
wear
.
The
learned
gentleman
who
is
always
so
tremendously
indignant
at
the
unprecedented
outrage
committed
on
the
feelings
of
his
client
by
the
opposite
party
that
he
never
seems
likely
to
recover
it
is
doing
infinitely
better
than
might
be
expected
in
Switzerland
.
The
learned
gentleman
who
does
the
withering
business
and
who
blights
all
opponents
with
his
gloomy
sarcasm
is
as
merry
as
a
grig
at
a
French
watering
-
place
.
The
learned
gentleman
who
weeps
by
the
pint
on
the
smallest
provocation
has
not
shed
a
tear
these
six
weeks
.
The
very
learned
gentleman
who
has
cooled
the
natural
heat
of
his
gingery
complexion
in
pools
and
fountains
of
law
until
he
has
become
great
in
knotty
arguments
for
term
-
time
,
when
he
poses
the
drowsy
bench
with
legal
"
chaff
,
"
inexplicable
to
the
uninitiated
and
to
most
of
the
initiated
too
,
is
roaming
,
with
a
characteristic
delight
in
aridity
and
dust
,
about
Constantinople
.
Other
dispersed
fragments
of
the
same
great
palladium
are
to
be
found
on
the
canals
of
Venice
,
at
the
second
cataract
of
the
Nile
,
in
the
baths
of
Germany
,
and
sprinkled
on
the
sea
-
sand
all
over
the
English
coast
.
Scarcely
one
is
to
be
encountered
in
the
deserted
region
of
Chancery
Lane
.
If
such
a
lonely
member
of
the
bar
do
flit
across
the
waste
and
come
upon
a
prowling
suitor
who
is
unable
to
leave
off
haunting
the
scenes
of
his
anxiety
,
they
frighten
one
another
and
retreat
into
opposite
shades
.
It
is
the
hottest
long
vacation
known
for
many
years
.
All
the
young
clerks
are
madly
in
love
,
and
according
to
their
various
degrees
,
pine
for
bliss
with
the
beloved
object
,
at
Margate
,
Ramsgate
,
or
Gravesend
.
All
the
middle
-
aged
clerks
think
their
families
too
large
.
All
the
unowned
dogs
who
stray
into
the
Inns
of
Court
and
pant
about
staircases
and
other
dry
places
seeking
water
give
short
howls
of
aggravation
.
All
the
blind
men
’
s
dogs
in
the
streets
draw
their
masters
against
pumps
or
trip
them
over
buckets
.
A
shop
with
a
sun
-
blind
,
and
a
watered
pavement
,
and
a
bowl
of
gold
and
silver
fish
in
the
window
,
is
a
sanctuary
.
Temple
Bar
gets
so
hot
that
it
is
,
to
the
adjacent
Strand
and
Fleet
Street
,
what
a
heater
is
in
an
urn
,
and
keeps
them
simmering
all
night
.
There
are
offices
about
the
Inns
of
Court
in
which
a
man
might
be
cool
,
if
any
coolness
were
worth
purchasing
at
such
a
price
in
dullness
;
but
the
little
thoroughfares
immediately
outside
those
retirements
seem
to
blaze
.
In
Mr
.
Krook
’
s
court
,
it
is
so
hot
that
the
people
turn
their
houses
inside
out
and
sit
in
chairs
upon
the
pavement
—
Mr
.
Krook
included
,
who
there
pursues
his
studies
,
with
his
cat
(
who
never
is
too
hot
)
by
his
side
.
The
Sol
’
s
Arms
has
discontinued
the
Harmonic
Meetings
for
the
season
,
and
Little
Swills
is
engaged
at
the
Pastoral
Gardens
down
the
river
,
where
he
comes
out
in
quite
an
innocent
manner
and
sings
comic
ditties
of
a
juvenile
complexion
calculated
(
as
the
bill
says
)
not
to
wound
the
feelings
of
the
most
fastidious
mind
.
Over
all
the
legal
neighbourhood
there
hangs
,
like
some
great
veil
of
rust
or
gigantic
cobweb
,
the
idleness
and
pensiveness
of
the
long
vacation
.
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
law
-
stationer
of
Cook
’
s
Court
,
Cursitor
Street
,
is
sensible
of
the
influence
not
only
in
his
mind
as
a
sympathetic
and
contemplative
man
,
but
also
in
his
business
as
a
law
-
stationer
aforesaid
.
He
has
more
leisure
for
musing
in
Staple
Inn
and
in
the
Rolls
Yard
during
the
long
vacation
than
at
other
seasons
,
and
he
says
to
the
two
’
prentices
,
what
a
thing
it
is
in
such
hot
weather
to
think
that
you
live
in
an
island
with
the
sea
a
-
rolling
and
a
-
bowling
right
round
you
.
Guster
is
busy
in
the
little
drawing
-
room
on
this
present
afternoon
in
the
long
vacation
,
when
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Snagsby
have
it
in
contemplation
to
receive
company
.
The
expected
guests
are
rather
select
than
numerous
,
being
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Chadband
and
no
more
.
From
Mr
.
Chadband
’
s
being
much
given
to
describe
himself
,
both
verbally
and
in
writing
,
as
a
vessel
,
he
is
occasionally
mistaken
by
strangers
for
a
gentleman
connected
with
navigation
,
but
he
is
,
as
he
expresses
it
,
"
in
the
ministry
.
"
Mr
.
Chadband
is
attached
to
no
particular
denomination
and
is
considered
by
his
persecutors
to
have
nothing
so
very
remarkable
to
say
on
the
greatest
of
subjects
as
to
render
his
volunteering
,
on
his
own
account
,
at
all
incumbent
on
his
conscience
;
but
he
has
his
followers
,
and
Mrs
.
Snagsby
is
of
the
number
.
Mrs
.
Snagsby
has
but
recently
taken
a
passage
upward
by
the
vessel
,
Chadband
;
and
her
attention
was
attracted
to
that
Bark
A
1
,
when
she
was
something
flushed
by
the
hot
weather
.
"
My
little
woman
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
to
the
sparrows
in
Staple
Inn
,
"
likes
to
have
her
religion
rather
sharp
,
you
see
!
"
So
Guster
,
much
impressed
by
regarding
herself
for
the
time
as
the
handmaid
of
Chadband
,
whom
she
knows
to
be
endowed
with
the
gift
of
holding
forth
for
four
hours
at
a
stretch
,
prepares
the
little
drawing
-
room
for
tea
.
All
the
furniture
is
shaken
and
dusted
,
the
portraits
of
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Snagsby
are
touched
up
with
a
wet
cloth
,
the
best
tea
-
service
is
set
forth
,
and
there
is
excellent
provision
made
of
dainty
new
bread
,
crusty
twists
,
cool
fresh
butter
,
thin
slices
of
ham
,
tongue
,
and
German
sausage
,
and
delicate
little
rows
of
anchovies
nestling
in
parsley
,
not
to
mention
new
-
laid
eggs
,
to
be
brought
up
warm
in
a
napkin
,
and
hot
buttered
toast
.
For
Chadband
is
rather
a
consuming
vessel
—
the
persecutors
say
a
gorging
vessel
—
and
can
wield
such
weapons
of
the
flesh
as
a
knife
and
fork
remarkably
well
.
Mr
.
Snagsby
in
his
best
coat
,
looking
at
all
the
preparations
when
they
are
completed
and
coughing
his
cough
of
deference
behind
his
hand
,
says
to
Mrs
.
Snagsby
,
"
At
what
time
did
you
expect
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Chadband
,
my
love
?
"
"
At
six
,
"
says
Mrs
.
Snagsby
.
Mr
.
Snagsby
observes
in
a
mild
and
casual
way
that
"
it
’
s
gone
that
.
"
"
Perhaps
you
’
d
like
to
begin
without
them
,
"
is
Mrs
.
Snagsby
’
s
reproachful
remark
.
Mr
.
Snagsby
does
look
as
if
he
would
like
it
very
much
,
but
he
says
,
with
his
cough
of
mildness
,
"
No
,
my
dear
,
no
.
I
merely
named
the
time
.
"
"
What
’
s
time
,
"
says
Mrs
.
Snagsby
,
"
to
eternity
?
"
"
Very
true
,
my
dear
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
.
"
Only
when
a
person
lays
in
victuals
for
tea
,
a
person
does
it
with
a
view
—
perhaps
—
more
to
time
.
And
when
a
time
is
named
for
having
tea
,
it
’
s
better
to
come
up
to
it
.
"
"
To
come
up
to
it
!
"
Mrs
.
Snagsby
repeats
with
severity
.
"
Up
to
it
!
As
if
Mr
.
Chadband
was
a
fighter
!
"
"
Not
at
all
,
my
dear
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
.
Here
,
Guster
,
who
had
been
looking
out
of
the
bedroom
window
,
comes
rustling
and
scratching
down
the
little
staircase
like
a
popular
ghost
,
and
falling
flushed
into
the
drawing
-
room
,
announces
that
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Chadband
have
appeared
in
the
court
.
The
bell
at
the
inner
door
in
the
passage
immediately
thereafter
tinkling
,
she
is
admonished
by
Mrs
.
Snagsby
,
on
pain
of
instant
reconsignment
to
her
patron
saint
,
not
to
omit
the
ceremony
of
announcement
.
Much
discomposed
in
her
nerves
(
which
were
previously
in
the
best
order
)
by
this
threat
,
she
so
fearfully
mutilates
that
point
of
state
as
to
announce
"
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Cheeseming
,
least
which
,
Imeantersay
,
whatsername
!
"
and
retires
conscience
-
stricken
from
the
presence
.
Mr
.
Chadband
is
a
large
yellow
man
with
a
fat
smile
and
a
general
appearance
of
having
a
good
deal
of
train
oil
in
his
system
.
Mrs
.
Chadband
is
a
stern
,
severe
-
looking
,
silent
woman
.
Mr
.
Chadband
moves
softly
and
cumbrously
,
not
unlike
a
bear
who
has
been
taught
to
walk
upright
.
He
is
very
much
embarrassed
about
the
arms
,
as
if
they
were
inconvenient
to
him
and
he
wanted
to
grovel
,
is
very
much
in
a
perspiration
about
the
head
,
and
never
speaks
without
first
putting
up
his
great
hand
,
as
delivering
a
token
to
his
hearers
that
he
is
going
to
edify
them
.
"
My
friends
,
"
says
Mr
.
Chadband
,
"
peace
be
on
this
house
!
On
the
master
thereof
,
on
the
mistress
thereof
,
on
the
young
maidens
,
and
on
the
young
men
!
My
friends
,
why
do
I
wish
for
peace
?
What
is
peace
?
Is
it
war
?
No
.
Is
it
strife
?
No
.
Is
it
lovely
,
and
gentle
,
and
beautiful
,
and
pleasant
,
and
serene
,
and
joyful
?
Oh
,
yes
!
Therefore
,
my
friends
,
I
wish
for
peace
,
upon
you
and
upon
yours
.
"
In
consequence
of
Mrs
.
Snagsby
looking
deeply
edified
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
thinks
it
expedient
on
the
whole
to
say
amen
,
which
is
well
received
.
"
Now
,
my
friends
,
"
proceeds
Mr
.
Chadband
,
"
since
I
am
upon
this
theme
—
"
Guster
presents
herself
.
Mrs
.
Snagsby
,
in
a
spectral
bass
voice
and
without
removing
her
eyes
from
Chadband
,
says
with
dreadful
distinctness
,
"
Go
away
!
"
"
Now
,
my
friends
,
"
says
Chadband
,
"
since
I
am
upon
this
theme
,
and
in
my
lowly
path
improving
it
—
"
Guster
is
heard
unaccountably
to
murmur
"
one
thousing
seven
hundred
and
eighty
-
two
.
"
The
spectral
voice
repeats
more
solemnly
,
"
Go
away
!
"
"
Now
,
my
friends
,
"
says
Mr
.
Chadband
,
"
we
will
inquire
in
a
spirit
of
love
—
"
Still
Guster
reiterates
"
one
thousing
seven
hundred
and
eighty
-
two
.
"
Mr
.
