My thoughts strayed from that question as I looked disconsolately at the fire.
I have a feeling that Pip Pirrup is about to teach me a lot about living in a cheerless state such as Victorian London, but his gloom renders him terrified at the idea of dealing with the fugitive who awaits him in the churchyard.
Seriously, this is a word I should have already known, but I can't recall for the life of me whether or not I've ever put it to use before now. Such is my mission tomorrow, though I hope it's not a day to be disconsolate.
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