He had left the signs of his misery upon it." "How changed it must be now!" I said.
"It had been called, before his time, the Peaks.

He gave it its present name and lived here shut up, day and night poring over the wicked heaps of papers in the suit and hoping against hope to disentangle it from its mystification and bring it to a close.

In the meantime, the place became dilapidated, the wind whistled through the cracked walls, the rain fell through the broken roof, the weeds choked the passage to the rotting door.

When I brought what remained of him home here, the brains seemed to me to have been blown out of the house too, it was so shattered and ruined." He walked a little to and fro after saying this to himself with a shudder, and then looked at me, and brightened, and came and sat down again with his hands in his pockets.
"I told you this was the growlery, my dear.

Where was I ?" I reminded him, at the hopeful change he had made in Bleak House.
"Bleak House; true.