human
By my soul, Jarndyce, he said, very gently holding up a bit of bread to the canary to peck at,
gpt
I thank you, Lawrence, but the suit is hardly at such a point at present, returned Mr. Jarndyce, laughing,
human
There never was such an infernal caldron as that Chancery, on the face of the earth! said Mr. Boythorn.
gpt
Nothing but a mine below it on a busy day in term time, with all its records, rules, and precedents collected in it, and every functionary belonging to it also, high and low, upward and downward, from its son the Accountant-General to its father the Devil, and the whole blown to atoms with ten thousand hundredweight of gunpowder, would reform it in the least!