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quietly perched on his forehead, was to have a good illustra-
tion of his character, I thought.
‘By my soul, Jarndyce,’ he said, very gently holding up a
bit of bread to the canary to peck at, ‘if I were in your place I
would seize every master in Chancery by the throat tomor-
row morning and shake him until his money rolled out of
his pockets and his bones rattled in his skin. I would have a
settlement out of somebody, by fair means or by foul. If you
would empower me to do it, I would do it for you with the
greatest satisfaction!’ (All this time the very small canary
was eating out of his hand.)
‘I thank you, Lawrence, but the suit is hardly at such a
point at present,’ returned Mr. Jarndyce, laughing, ‘that
it would be greatly advanced even by the legal process of
shaking the bench and the whole bar.’
‘There never was such an infernal cauldron as that Chan-
cery on the face of the earth!’ said Mr. Boythorn. ‘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 fa-
ther the Devil, and the whole blown to atoms with ten
thousand hundredweight of gunpowder, would reform it in
the least!’
It was impossible not to laugh at the energetic gravity
with which he recommended this strong measure of re-
form. When we laughed, he threw up his head and shook
his broad chest, and again the whole country seemed to
echo to his ‘Ha, ha, ha!’ It had not the least effect in disturb-

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