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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens Bleak House — Chapter XXVIII: The Ironmaster (1852)

I felt sure that some uncommon eye must have picked that girl out. She really is a marvel. A dolly sort of beauty perhaps,” says Miss Volumnia, reserving her own sort, “but in its way, perfect; such bloom I never saw!”
Sir Leicester, with his magnificent glance of displeasure at the rouge, appears to say so too.
“Indeed,” remarks my Lady languidly, “if there is any uncommon eye in the case, it is Mrs. Rouncewell’s, and not mine. Rosa is her discovery.”
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens Bleak House — Chapter XXVIII: The Ironmaster (1852)

Hence the fashionable intelligence proclaims one morning to the listening earth that Lady Dedlock is expected shortly to return to town for a few weeks.
It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations. Indeed great men have often more than their fair share of poor relations, inasmuch as very red blood of the superior quality, like inferior blood unlawfully shed, will cry aloud and will be heard. Sir Leicester’s cousins, in the remotest degree, are so many murders in the respect that they “will out.”
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens Bleak House — Chapter XXVIII: The Ironmaster (1852)

So they visit their richer cousins, and get into debt when they can, and live but shabbily when they can’t, and find—the women no husbands, and the men no wives—and ride in borrowed carriages, and sit at feasts that are never of their own making, and so go through high life. The rich family sum has been divided by so many figures, and they are the something over that nobody knows what to do with.
Everybody on Sir Leicester Dedlock’s side of the question and of his way of thinking would appear to be his cousin more or less.
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