. Bleak house . ysteries. Wehave gone into them, and he has not. He cant be expected to jknow much of such a labyrinth. • As his look wandered over the papers again, and he passed histwo hands over his head, I noticed how sunken and how large hiseyes appeared, how dry his lips were, and how his finger-nails were ,all bitten away. Is this a healthy place to live in, Richard, do you think 1 said I. f Why, my dear Minerva, answered Richard, with his old gay ,laugh, it is neither a rural nor a cheerful place; and when thesun shines here, you may lay a pretty heavy wager that it is shin-ing brightl
. Bleak house . ysteries. Wehave gone into them, and he has not. He cant be expected to jknow much of such a labyrinth. • As his look wandered over the papers again, and he passed histwo hands over his head, I noticed how sunken and how large hiseyes appeared, how dry his lips were, and how his finger-nails were ,all bitten away. Is this a healthy place to live in, Richard, do you think 1 said I. f Why, my dear Minerva, answered Richard, with his old gay ,laugh, it is neither a rural nor a cheerful place; and when thesun shines here, you may lay a pretty heavy wager that it is shin-ing brightly in an open spot. But its well enough for the near the offices, and near Vholes. Perhaps, I hinted, a change from both — Might do me good ? said Richard, forcing a laugh as he fin-ished the sentence. I shouldnt wonder ! But it can only comein one way now — in one of two ways, I should rather say. Eitherthe suit must be ended, Esther, or the suitor. But it shall be thesuit, the suit, my dear girl!. ^r.,.f^,|^:,^m^^?^^? 646 BLEAK HOUSE. These latter words were addressed to Ada, who was sitting near-est to him. Her face being turned away from me and towards him,I could not see it. We are doing very well, pursued Richard. Vholes will tellyou so. We are really spinning along. Ask Vholes. We are giv-ing them no rest. Vholes knows all their windings and turnings,and we are upon them everywhere. We have astonished themalready. We shall Iouse up that nest of sleepers, mark my words ! His hopefulness had long been more painful to me than his de-spondency ; it was so unlike hopefulness, had something so fierce inits determination to be it, was so hungry and eager, and yet so con-scious of being forced and unsustainable, that it had long touchedme to the heart. But the commentaiy upon it now indelibly writ-ten in his handsome face, made it far more distressing than it usedto be. I say indelibly; for I felt persuaded that if the fatal causecould have been for ever terminated
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