Identifier: bleakhouse00dick (find matches)
Title: Bleak house
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Dickens, Charles, 1837-1896, ed Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882, illus
Subjects: Young women Guardian and ward Illegitimate children Inheritance and succession
Publisher: New York, London, Macmillan and co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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end of these liberties tookwith my place. I wants a end of being drawed like a badger.Now youre a going to poll-pry and question according to custom —I know what youre a going to be up to. Well! You havent gotno occasion to be up to it. Ill save you the trouble. Is mydaughter a washin 1 Yes, she is a washin. Look at the water.Smell it ! Thats wot we drinks. How do you like it, and whatdo you think of gin, instead! Ant my place dirty ? Yes, it isdirty — its natrally dirty, and its natrally onwholesome; andweve had five dirty and onwholesome children, as is all deadinfants, and so much the better for them, and for us besides.Have I read the little book wot you left? No, I ant read thelittle book wot you left. There ant nobody here as knows how toread it; and if there wos, it wouldnt be suitable to me. Its abook fit for a babby, and Im not a babby. If you was to leaveme a doll, I shouldnt nuss it. How have I been conducting ofmyself? Why, Ive been drunk for three days ; and Id a been
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BLEAK HOUSE. 101 clruiik four, if Id a had the money. Dont I never mean for to goto church ? No, I dont never mean for to go to church. Ishouldnt be expected there, if I did; the beadles too gen-teel forme. And how did my wife get that black eye ? Why, I giv ither; and if she says I didnt, shes a Lie ! He had pulled his pipe out of his mouth to say all this, and henow turned over on his other side, and smoked again. Mrs.Pardiggle, who had been regarding him through her spectacleswith a forcible composure, calculated, I could not help thinking, toincrease his antagonism, pulled out a good book, as if it were aconstables staff, and took the whole family into custody. I meaninto religious custody, of course; but she really did it, as if shewere an inexorable moral Policeman carrying them all off to astation-house. Ada and I were very uncomfortable. We both felt intrusiveand out of place; and we both thought that Mrs. Pardiggle wouldhave got on infinitely better, if she had not had such a

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