Bleak House
by Charles Dickens
He stands before her with one hand on a chair-back and the other in his old-fashioned waistcoat and shirt-frill, exactly as he has stood before her at any time since her marriage. The same formal politeness, the same composed deference that might as well be defiance; the whole man the same dark, cold object, at the same distance, which nothing has ever diminished.🏁
Submitted by deroche - 05/26/2025
Book Literature 5.33 Ranked
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Bleak House
by Charles Dickens
He stands before her with one hand on a chair-back and the other in his old-fashioned waistcoat and shirt-frill, exactly as he has stood before her at any time since her marriage. The same formal politeness, the same composed deference that might as well be defiance; the whole man the same dark, cold object, at the same distance, which nothing has ever diminished.🏁
Submitted by deroche - 05/26/2025
Book Literature 5.33 Ranked