最終更新日：2022/12/24
On such an afternoon, if ever, the Lord High Chancellor ought to be sitting here—as here he is—with a foggy glory round his head, softly fenced in with crimson cloth and curtains, addressed by a large advocate with great whiskers, a little voice, and an interminable brief, and outwardly directing his contemplation to the lantern in the roof, where he can see nothing but fog.
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On
such
an
afternoon,
if
ever,
the
Lord
High
Chancellor
ought
to
be
sitting
here—as
here
he
is—with
a
foggy
glory
round
his
head,
softly
fenced
in
with
crimson
cloth
and
curtains,
addressed
by
a
large
advocate
with
great
whiskers,
a
little
voice,
and
an
interminable
brief,
and
outwardly
directing
his
contemplation
to
the
lantern
in
the
roof,
where
he
can
see
nothing
but
fog.
