Bleak House

‘Little old woman, and whither so high?’
‘To sweep the cobwebs out of the sky.’

sight linger on the chance of his furnishing some fun and enlivening the dismal weather a little.

sight linger on the chance of his furnishing some fun and enlivening the dismal weather a little

owlish aspect and by the drawl, l

pestilent of hoary sinners, holds this day in the sight of heaven and earth.

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.

with great whiskers, a little voice, and an interminable brief, and outwardly directing his contemplation to the lantern in the roof, where he can see nothing but fog. On such an afternoon some score of members of the High Court of Chancery bar ought to be-as here they are-mistily en