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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens Bleak House — Chapter XXIV: An Appeal Case (1852)

But what I have of certainty, sir,” said Richard, “is not all I have.”
“Rick, Rick!” cried my guardian with a sudden terror in his manner, and in an altered voice, and putting up his hands as if he would have stopped his ears. “For the love of God, don’t found a hope or expectation on the family curse! Whatever you do on this side the grave, never give one lingering glance towards the horrible phantom that has haunted us so many years. Better to borrow, better to beg, better to die!”
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens Bleak House — Chapter XXIV: An Appeal Case (1852)

What more may come must come of being worked out, Rick, and no sooner.”
“You are very hard with me, sir,” said Richard. “Harder than I could have supposed you would be.”
“My dear boy,” said Mr. Jarndyce, “I am harder with myself when I do anything that gives you pain. You have your remedy in your own hands. Ada, it is better for him that he should be free and that there should be no youthful engagement between you. Rick, it is better for her, much better; you owe it to her. Come! Each of you will do what is best for the other, if not what is best for yourselves.”
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens Bleak House — Chapter XXIV: An Appeal Case (1852)

It was a bare room, partitioned off from the gallery with unpainted wood. As the screening was not more than eight or ten feet high and only enclosed the sides, not the top, the rafters of the high gallery roof were overhead, and the skylight through which Mr. Bucket had looked down. The sun was low—near setting—and its light came redly in above, without descending to the ground. Upon a plain canvas-covered sofa lay the man from Shropshire, dressed much as we had seen him last, but so changed that at first I recognized no likeness in his colourless face to what I recollected.
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