Холодный дом

Covering a Multitude of Sins

           Itisastreetofperishingblindhouses,withtheireyesstonedout,withoutapaneofglass,withoutsomuchasawindow-frame,withthebareblankshutterstumblingfromtheirhingesandfallingasunder,theironrailspeelingawayinflakesofrust,thechimneyssinkingin,thestonestepstoeverydoor(andeverydoormightbedeath’sdoor)turningstagnantgreen,theverycrutchesonwhichtheruinsareproppeddecaying.AlthoughBleakHousewasnotinChancery,itsmasterwas,anditwasstampedwiththesameseal.ThesearetheGreatSeal’simpressions,mydear,alloverEnglandthechildrenknowthem!""Howchangeditis!"Isaidagain."Why,soitis,"heansweredmuchmorecheerfully;"anditiswisdominyoutokeepmetothebrightsideofthepicture."(Theideaofmywisdom!)"ThesearethingsInevertalkaboutoreventhinkabout,exceptinginthegrowleryhere.IfyouconsideritrighttomentionthemtoRickandAda,"lookingseriouslyatme,"youcan.Ileaveittoyourdiscretion,Esther.""Ihope,sir"saidI."Ithinkyouhadbettercallmeguardian,mydear."IfeltthatIwaschokingagainItaxedmyselfwithit,"Esther,now,youknowyouare!"whenhefeignedtosaythisslightly,asifitwereawhiminsteadofathoughtfultenderness.ButIgavethehousekeepingkeystheleastshakeintheworldasaremindertomyself,andfoldingmyhandsinastillmoredeterminedmanneronthebasket,lookedathimquietly."Ihope,guardian,"saidI,"thatyoumaynottrusttoomuchtomydiscretion.Ihopeyoumaynotmistakeme.

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