Холодный дом

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           "Who’sthatatmydoor?Whatareyoulisteningatmydoorfor,Krook?"Theoldmanofthehouse,pushingitopenbeforehim,appearedtherewithhisfurcapinhishandandhiscatathisheels."Iwarn’tlistening,MissFlite,"hesaid,"Iwasgoingtogivearapwithmyknuckles,onlyyou’resoquick!""Makeyourcatgodown.Driveheraway!"theoldladyangrilyexclaimed."Bah,bah!Thereain’tnodanger,gentlefolks,"saidMr.Krook,lookingslowlyandsharplyfromonetoanotheruntilhehadlookedatallofus;"she’dneverofferatthebirdswhenIwashereunlessItoldhertoit.""Youwillexcusemylandlord,"saidtheoldladywithadignifiedair."M,quiteM!Whatdoyouwant,Krook,whenIhavecompany?""Hi!"saidtheoldman."YouknowIamtheChancellor.""Well?"returnedMissFlite."Whatofthat?""FortheChancellor,"saidtheoldmanwithachuckle,"nottobeacquaintedwithaJarndyceisqueer,ain’tit,MissFlite?Mightn’tItaketheliberty?Yourservant,sir.IknowJarndyceandJarndycea’mostaswellasyoudo,sir.IknowedoldSquireTom,sir.Inevertomyknowledgeseeyouaforethough,notevenincourt.Yet,Igothereamortalsightoftimesinthecourseoftheyear,takingonedaywithanother.""Inevergothere,"saidMr.Jarndyce(whichheneverdidonanyconsideration)."Iwouldsoonergosomewhereelse.""Wouldyouthough?"returnedKrook,grinning."You’rebearingharduponmynobleandlearnedbrotherinyourmeaning,sir,thoughperhapsitisbutnat’ralinaJarndyce.Theburntchild,sir!What,you’relookingatmylodger’sbirds,Mr.

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