He went on quickly until he had formed in the same curious manner, beginning at the ends and bottoms of the letters, the word Jarndyce, without once leaving two letters on the wall together.
"What does that spell ?" he asked me.
When I told him, he laughed.

In the same odd way, yet with the same rapidity, he then produced singly, and rubbed out singly, the letters forming the words Bleak House.

These, in some astonishment, I also read; and he laughed again.
"Hi!" said the old man, laying aside the chalk.

"I have a turn for copying from memory, you see, miss, though I can neither read nor write." He looked so disagreeable and his cat looked so wickedly at me, as if I were a blood-relation of the birds upstairs, that I was quite relieved by Richard's appearing at the door and saying, "Miss Summerson, I hope you are not bargaining for the sale of your hair.
Don't be tempted.

Three sacks below are quite enough for Mr.Krook!" I lost no time in wishing Mr.Krook good morning and joining my friends outside, where we parted with the little old lady, who gave us her blessing with great ceremony and renewed her assurance of yesterday in reference to her intention of settling estates on Ada and me.