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before she was at home。 Slipping us out at a little side gate； the old
lady stopped most unexpectedly in a narrow back street； part of
some courts and lanes immediately outside the wall of the inn； and
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said； “This is my lodging。 Pray walk up！”
She had stopped at a shop； over which was written； KROOK；
RAG AND BOTTLE WAREHOUSE。 Also； in long thin letters；
KROOK； DEALER IN MARINE STORES。 In one part of the
window was a picture of a red paper mill； at which a cart was
unloading a quantity of sacks of old rags。 In another； was the
inscription； BONES BOUGHT。 In another； KITCHEN…STUFF
BOUGHT。 In another； OLD IRON BOUGHT。 In another； WASTE
PAPER BOUGHT。 In another； LADIES’ AND GENTLEMEN’S
WARDROBES BOUGHT。 Everything seemed to be bought； and
nothing to be sold there。 In all parts of the window were quantities
of dirty bottles： blacking bottles； medicine bottles； ginger…beer and
soda…water bottles； pickle bottles； wine bottles； ink bottles： I am
reminded by mentioning the latter； that the shop had； in several
little particulars； the air of being in a legal neighbourhood； and of
being as it were a dirty hanger…on and disowned relation of the
law。 There were a great many ink bottles。 There was a little
tottering bench of shabby old volumes； outside the door； labelled
“Law Books； all at 9d。” Some of the inscriptions I have
enumerated were written in law…hand； like the papers I had seen
in Kenge and Carboy’s office； and the letters I had so long received
from the firm。 Among them was one； in the same writing； having
nothing to do with the business of the shop； but announcing that a
respectable man aged forty…five wanted engrossing or copying to
execute with neatness and despatch： Address to Nemo； care of Mr
Krook within。 There were several second…hand bags； blue and red；
hanging up。 A little way within the shop door； lay heaps of old
crackled parchment scrolls； and discoloured and dog’s eared law…
papers。 I could have fancied that all the rusty keys； of which there
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must have been hundreds huddled together as old iron； had once
belonged to doors of rooms or strong chests in lawyers’ offices。
The litter of rags tumbled partly into and partly out of a one…
legged wooden scale； hanging without any counterpoise from a
beam； might have been counsellors’ bands and gowns torn up。
One had only to fancy； as Richard whispered to Ada and me while
we all stood looking in； that yonder bones in a corner； piled
together and picked very clean； were the bones of clients； to make
the picture complete。
As it was still foggy and dark； and as the shop was blinded
besides by the wall of Lincoln’s Inn； intercepting the light within a
couple of yards； we should not have seen so much but for a lighted
lantern that an old man in spectacles and a hairy cap was carrying
about in the shop。 Turning towards the door； he now caught sight
of us。 He was short； cadaverous； and withered； with his head sunk
sideways between his shoulders； and the breath issuing in visible
smoke from his mouth； as if he were on fire within。 His throat；
chin； and eyebrows were so frosted with white hairs； and so
gnarled with veins and puckered skin； that he looked from his
breast upward； like some old root in a fall of snow。
“Hi hi！” said the old man coming to the door。 “Have you
anything to sell？”
We naturally drew back and glanced at our conductress； who
had been trying to open the house door with a key she had taken
from her pocket； and to whom Richard now said； that； as we had
had the pleasure of seeing where she lived； we would leave her；
being pressed for time。 But she was not to be so easily left。 She
became so fantastically and pressingly earnest in her entreaties
that we would walk up and see her apartment for an instant； and
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was so bent； in her harmless way； on leading me in； as part of the
good omen she desired； that I （whatever the others might do） saw
nothing for it but to comply。 I suppose we were all more or less
curious；—at any rate； when the old man added his persuasions to
hers； and said； “Ay； ay！ Please her！ It won’t take a minute！ Come
in； come in！ Come in through the shop； if t’other door’s out of
order！” We all went in； stimulated by Richard’s laughing
encouragement； and relying on his protection。
“My landlord； Krook；” said the little old lady； condescending to
him from her lofty station； as she presented him to us。 “He is
called among the neighbours the Lord Chancellor。 His shop is
called the Court of Chancery。 He is a very eccentric person。 He is
very odd。 Oh； I assure you he is very odd！”
She shook her head a great many times； and tapped her
forehead with her finger； to express to us that we must have the
goodness to excuse him。 “For he is a little—you know！—M—！” said
the old lady； with great stateliness。 The old man overheard； and
laughed。
“It’s true enough；” he said； going before us with the lantern；
“that they call me the Lord Chancellor； and call my shop
Chancery。 And why do you think they call me the Lord
Chancellor； and my shop Chancery？”
“I don’t know； I am sure！” said Richard； rather carelessly。
“You see；” said the old man； stopping and turning round；
“they—Hi！ Here’s lovely hair！ I have got three sacks of ladies’ hair
below； but none so beautiful and fine as this。 What colour； and
what texture！”
“That’ll do； my good friend！” said Richard； strongly
disapproving of his having drawn one of Ada’s tresses through his
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yellow hand。 “You can admire as the rest of us do； without taking
that liberty。”
The old man darted at him a sudden look； which even called my
attention from Ada； who startled and blushing； was so remarkably
beautiful that she seemed to fix the wandering attention of the
little old lady herself。 But as Ada interposed； and laughingly said
she could only feel proud of such genuine admiration； Mr Krook
shrunk into his former self as suddenly as he had leaped out of it。
“You see I have so many things here；” he resumed； holding up
the lantern； “of so many kinds； and all as the neighbours think
（but they know nothing）； wasting away and going to rack and ruin；
that that’s why they have given me and my place a christening。
And I have so many old parchmentses and papers in my stock。
And I have a liking for rust and must and cobwebs。 And all’s fish
that comes to my net。 And I can’t bear to part with anything I once
lay hold of （or so my neighbours think； but what do they know？） or
to alter anything； or to have any sweeping； nor scouring； nor
cleaning； nor repairing going on about me。 That’s the way I’ve got
the ill name of Chancery。 I don’t mind。 I go to see my noble and
learned brother pretty well every day； when he sits in the Inn。 He
don’t notice me； but I notice him。 There’s no great odds betwixt
us。 We both grub on in a muddle。 Hi； Lady Jane！”
A large grey cat leaped from
