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1 Leave a comment on paragraph 1 0 BLEAK HOUSE. 

2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 251 

3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 CHAPTER XXV. 

4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 MRS. SNAGSBY SEES IT ALL. 

5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 There is disquietude in Cook’s Court, Cursitor Street. Black suspicion hides in that peaceful region. The mass of Cook’s Courtiers are in their usual state of mind, no better and no worse; but, Mr. Snagsby is changed, and his little woman knows it. 

6 Leave a comment on paragraph 6 0 For, Tom-all-Alone’s and Lincoln’s Inn Fields persist in harnessing them- selves, a pair of ungovernable coursers, to the chariot of Mr. Snagsby’s imagination; and Mr. Bucket drives; and the passengers are Jo and Mr. Tulkinghorn; and the complete equipage whirls through the Law Stationery business at wild speed, all round the clock. Even in the little front kitchen where the family meals are taken, it rattles away at a smoking pace from the dinner table, when Mr. Snagsby pauses in carving the first slice of the leg of mutton baked with potatoes, and stares at the kitchen wall. 

7 Leave a comment on paragraph 7 0 Mr. Snagsby can not make out what it is that he has had to do with. Something is wrong, somewhere ; but what something, what may come of it, to whom, when, and from which unthought of and unheard of quarter, is the puzzle of his life. His remote impressions of the robes and coronets, the stars and garters, that sparkle through the surface-dust of Mr. Tulkinghorn’s chambers; his veneration for the mysteries presided over by that best and closest of his customers, whom all the Inns of Court, all Chancery Lane, and all the legal neighbourhood agree to hold in awe; his remembrance of Detective Mr. Bucket with his fore-finger, and his confidential manner impossible to be evaded or declined; persuade him that he is a party to some dangerous secret, without knowing what it is. And it is the fearful peculiarity of this condition that, at any hour of his daily life, at any opening of the shop-door, at any pull of the bell, at any entrance of a messenger, or any delivery of a letter, the secret may take air and fire, explode, and blow up—Mr. Bucket only knows whom. 

8 Leave a comment on paragraph 8 0 For which reason, whenever a man unknown comes into the shop (as many men unknown do), and says, “ Is Mr. Snagsby in ? ” or words to that innocent effect, Mr. Snagsby’s heart knocks hard at his guilty breast. He undergoes so much from such enquiries, that when they are made by boys he revenges himself by flipping at their ears over the counter, and asking the young dogs what they mean by it, and why they can’t speak out at once ? More impracticable men and boys persist in walking into Mr. Snagsby’s sleep, and terrifying him with unaccountable questions; so that often, when the cock at the little dairy in Cursitor Street breaks out in his usual absurd way about the morning, Mr. Snagsby finds himself in a crisis of nightmare, with his little woman shaking him, and saying “ What’s the matter with the man ! ” 

9 Leave a comment on paragraph 9 0 The little woman herself is not the least item in his difficulty. To know that he is always keeping a secret from her; that he has, under all circumstances, to conceal and hold fast a tender double-tooth, which her sharpness is ever ready to twist out of his head ; gives Mr. Snagsby, in 

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