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Bleak House

by Charles Dickens

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London (England) -- FictionInheritance and succession -- FictionYoung women -- FictionDomestic fictionBildungsromans

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  1. 01Front matter~7 min
  2. 02CHAPTER I~17 min
  3. 03CHAPTER II~19 min
  4. 04CHAPTER III — part 1~25 min
  5. 05CHAPTER III — part 2~25 min
  6. 06CHAPTER IV — part 1~25 min
  7. 07CHAPTER IV — part 2~6 min
  8. 08CHAPTER V — part 1~25 min
  9. 09CHAPTER V — part 2~11 min
  10. 10CHAPTER VI — part 1~25 min
  11. 11CHAPTER VI — part 2~25 min
  12. 12CHAPTER VI — part 3~6 min
  13. 13CHAPTER VII — part 1~25 min
  14. 14CHAPTER VII — part 2~2 min
  15. 15CHAPTER VIII — part 1~25 min
  16. 16CHAPTER VIII — part 2~25 min
  17. 17CHAPTER VIII — part 3~3 min
  18. 18CHAPTER IX — part 1~25 min
  19. 19CHAPTER IX — part 2~15 min
  20. 20CHAPTER X — part 1~25 min
  21. 21CHAPTER X — part 2~2 min
  22. 22CHAPTER XI — part 1~24 min
  23. 23CHAPTER XI — part 2~13 min
  24. 24CHAPTER XII — part 1~25 min
  25. 25CHAPTER XII — part 2~10 min
  26. 26CHAPTER XIII — part 1~25 min
  27. 27CHAPTER XIII — part 2~13 min
  28. 28CHAPTER XIV — part 1~25 min
  29. 29CHAPTER XIV — part 2~24 min
  30. 30CHAPTER XIV — part 3~5 min

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In Chancery London. Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snowflakes—gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers, jostling one another’s umbrellas in a general infection of ill temper, and losing their foot-hold at street-corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke (if this day ever broke), adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to the pavement, and accumulating at compound interest.

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