"I thought, boastfully, that they never could break my heart, Mr. Jarndyce. I was resolved that they should not. I did believe that I could, and would, charge them with being the mockery they were until I died of some bodily disorder. But I am worn out. How long I have been wearing out, I don't know; I seemed to break down in an hour. I hope they may never come to hear of it. I hope everybody here will lead them to believe that I died defying them, consistently and perseveringly, as I did through so many years."
Here Mr. Bucket, who was sitting in a corner by the door, good-naturedly offered such consolation as he could administer.

"I thought, boastfully, that they never could break my heart, Mr. Jarndyce. But I am worn out. I seemed to break down in an hour. I hope they may never come to hear of it. I hope they will believe that I died defying them, as I did through so many years."
Here Mr. Bucket, who was sitting in a corner by the door, good-naturedly said, "Come, come! 