Charles Dickens: Bleak House

47. CHAPTER XLVII: Jo's Will (continued)

"It is close at hand. Hallowed by thy name!"

"Hallowed be--thy--"

The light is come upon the dark benighted way. Dead!

Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, right reverends and wrong reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.

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