Bleak House (Penguin Classics)
Charles Dickens
Language: English
Pages: 1036
ISBN: 0141439726
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Charles Dickens's masterful assault on the injustices of the British legal system
As the interminable case of 'Jarndyce and Jarndyce' grinds its way through the Court of Chancery, it draws together a disparate group of people: Ada and Richard Clare, whose inheritance is gradually being devoured by legal costs; Esther Summerson, a ward of court, whose parentage is a source of deepening mystery; the menacing lawyer Tulkinghorn; the determined sleuth Inspector Bucket; and even Jo, the destitute little crossing-sweeper. A savage, but often comic, indictment of a society that is rotten to the core, Bleak House is one of Dickens's most ambitious novels, with a range that extends from the drawing rooms of the aristocracy to the poorest of London slums. This edition follows the first book edition of 1853, and includes all the original illustrations by 'Phiz', as well as appendices on the Chancery and spontaneous combustion. In his preface, Terry Eagleton examines characterisation and considers Bleak House as an early work of detective fiction.
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a-washing,’ said the boy, beginning to walk up and down again, and taking the nankeengg bonnet much too near the bedstead, by trying to gaze at us at the same time. We were looking at one another, and at these two children, when there came into the room a very little girl, childish in figure but shrewd and older-looking in the face—pretty—faced too—wearing a womanly sort of bonnet much too large for her, and drying her bare arms on a womanly sort of apron. Her fingers were white and wrinkled
down on the floor, leaning on the elbow of her great chair, and tell her all I had noticed since we parted. I had always rather a noticing way—not a quick way, O no!—a silent way of noticing what passed before me, and thinking I should like to understand it better. I have not by any means a quick understanding. When I love a person very tenderly indeed, it seems to brighten. But even that may be my vanity. I was brought up, from my earliest remembrance—like some of the princesses in the fairy
clay upon your bag and on your dress. And I know brickmakers go about working at piecework in different places. And I am sorry to say I have known them cruel to their wives too.’ The woman hastily lifts up her eyes as if she would deny that her injury is referable to such a cause. But feeling the hand upon her forehead, and seeing his busy and composed face, she quietly drops them again. ‘Where is he now?’ asks the surgeon. ‘He got into trouble last night, sir; but he’ll look for me at the
the first married, they had told me—got upon the carriage step, reached in, and kissed me. I have never seen her, from that hour, but I think of her to this hour as my friend. The transparent windows with the fire and light, looking so bright and warm from the cold darkness out of doors, were soon gone, and again we were crushing and churning the loose snow. We went on with toil enough; but the dismal roads were not much worse than they had been, and the stage was only nine miles. My companion
illustrious model on the sofa: Dickens refers to the 1822 portrait of George IV by Sir Thomas Lawrence, which had been engraved many times. “A Model of Parental Deportment,” Hablôt K. Browne’s illustration of Mr.Turveydrop (in chapter 23), includes an image of the print over the sofa. 6 (p. 196) the Pavilion at Brighton (that fine building): Mr. Turveydrop praises the exotic Royal Pavilion, the seaside palace that was commissioned by George IV and built by Henry Holland (1745-1806) and John Nash
