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They had occupied me for some time, and I was passingthrough the passages on my return with my basket of keys on my armwhen Mr. Jarndyce called me into a small room next his bed-chamber,which I found to be in part a little library of books and papersand in part quite a little museum of his boots and shoes and hat-boxes. 　 nike air max "Sit down, my dear," said Mr. Jarndyce. "This, you must know, isthe growlery. When I am out of humour, I come and growl here.""You must be here very seldom, sir," said I."Oh, you don't know me!" he returned. "When I am deceived ordisappointed in--the wind, and it's easterly, I take refuge here.The growlery is the best-used room in the house. You are not awareof half my humours yet. My dear, how you are trembling!"I could not help it; I tried very hard, but being alone with thatbenevolent presence, and meeting his kind eyes, and feeling sohappy and so honoured there, and my heart so full--I kissed his hand. I don't know what I said, or even that I spoke.He was disconcerted and walked to the window; I almost believedwith an intention of jumping out, until he turned and I wasreassured by seeing in his eyes what he had gone there to hide. Hegently patted me on the head, and I sat down."There! There!" he said. "That's over. Pooh! Don't be foolish.""It shall not happen again, sir," I returned, "but at first it isdifficult--""Nonsense!" he said. "It's easy, easy. Why not? I hear of a goodlittle orphan girl without a protector, and I take it into my headto be that protector. burberry outlet She grows up, and more than justifies mygood opinion, and I remain her guardian and her friend. What isthere in all this? So, so! Now, we have cleared off old scores,and I have before me thy pleasant, trusting, trusty face again."I said to myself, "Esther, my dear, you surprise me! This reallyis not what I expected of you!" And it had such a good effect thatI folded my hands upon my basket and quite recovered myself. Mr.Jarndyce, expressing his approval in his face, began to talk to meas confidentially as if I had been in the habit of conversing withhim every morning for I don't know how long. I almost felt as if Ihad."Of course, Esther," he said, "you don't understand this Chancerybusiness?"And of course I shook my head."I don't know who does," he returned. "The lawyers have twisted itinto such a state of bedevilment that the original merits of thecase have long disappeared from the face of the earth. It's abouta will and the trusts under a will--or it was once. It's but costs now. We are always appearing, and disappearing,and swearing, and interrogating, and filing, and cross-filing, andarguing, and sealing, and motioning, and referring, and about the Lord Chancellor and all his satellites, andequitably waltzing ourselves off to dusty death, about costs. 　　 louis vuitton sunglasses That's the great question. All the rest, by some extraordinarymeans, has melted away.""But it was, sir," said I, to bring him back, for he began to rubhis head, "about a will?""Why, yes, it was about a will when it was about anything," hereturned. "A certain Jarndyce, in an evil hour, made a greatfortune, and made a great will. In the question how the trustsunder that will are to be administered, the fortune left by thewill is squandered away; the legatees under the will are reduced tosuch a miserable condition that they would be sufficiently punishedif they had committed an enormous crime in having money left them,and the will itself is made a dead letter. All through thedeplorable cause, everything that everybody in it, except one man,knows already is referred to that only one man who don't know it tofind out--all through the deplorable cause, everybody must havecopies, over and over again, of everything that has accumulatedabout it in the way of cartloads of papers (or must pay for themwithout having them, which is the usual course, for nobody wantsthem) and must go down the middle and up again through such aninfernal country-dance of costs and fees and nonsense andcorruption as was never dreamed of in the wildest visions of awitch's Sabbath. nike air max 87 Equity sends questions to law, law sendsquestions back to equity; law finds it can't do this, equity findsit can't do that; neither can so much as say it can't do anything,without this solicitor instructing and this counsel appearing forA, and that solicitor instructing and that counsel appearing for B;and so on through the whole alphabet, like the history of the applepie. And thus, through years and years, and lives everything goes on, constantly beginning over and over again, andnothing ever ends. And we can't get out of the suit on any terms,for we are made parties to it, and MUST BE parties to it, whetherwe like it or not. But it won't do to think of it! When my greatuncle, poor Tom Jarndyce, began to think of it, it was thebeginning of the end!""The Mr. Jarndyce, sir, whose story I have heard?"He nodded gravely. "I was his heir, and this was his house,Esther. When I came here, it was bleak indeed. He had left thesigns of his misery upon it.""How changed it must be now!" I said."It had been called, before his time, the Peaks. He gave it itspresent name and lived here shut up, day and night poring over thewicked heaps of papers in the suit and hoping against hope todisentangle it from its mystification and bring it to a close. Inthe meantime, the place became dilapidated, the wind whistledthrough the cracked walls, the rain fell through the broken roof,the weeds choked the passage to the rotting door.