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SCENES AND CHARACTERS


FROM THE WORKS OF CHARLES DICKENS

    BEING EIGHT HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX
    PICTURES PRINTED FROM THE ORIGINAL
    WOOD BLOCKS





SCENES AND CHARACTERS FROM THE WORKS OF CHARLES DICKENS

BEING EIGHT HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX DRAWINGS BY

    FRED BARNARD
    HABLOT K. BROWNE (PHIZ)
    J. MAHONEY
    CHARLES GREEN
    A. B. FROST
    GORDON THOMSON
    J. McL. RALSTON
    H. FRENCH
    E. G. DALZIEL
    F. A. FRASER
    AND SIR LUKE FILDES

PRINTED FROM THE ORIGINAL WOODBLOCKS

ENGRAVED FOR "THE HOUSEHOLD EDITION"

THE MUSSON BOOK CO. LIMITED

    LONDON ENGLAND
    TORONTO CANADA




    Printed by BALLANTYNE & CO. LIMITED
    Tavistock Street, Covent Garden, London




LIST OF WORKS AND ARTISTS


  TITLE DESIGN                    _By Gordon Thomson_

  SKETCHES BY BOZ                 34 _Illustrations by Fred Barnard_

  THE PICKWICK PAPERS             57      "        "  _Phiz_

  OLIVER TWIST                    28      "        "  _J. Mahoney_

  NICHOLAS NICKLEBY               59      "        "  _Fred Barnard_

  MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK AND
        OTHER STORIES              9      "        "  _Fred Barnard_

  THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP          39      "        "  _Charles Green_

  BARNABY RUDGE                   46      "        "  _Fred Barnard_

  AMERICAN NOTES                  10      "        "  _A. B. Frost_

  MARTIN CHUZZLEWIT               59      "        "  _Fred Barnard_

  CHRISTMAS BOOKS                 28      "        "  _Fred Barnard_

  PICTURES FROM ITALY              8      "        "  _Gordon Thomson_

  DOMBEY AND SON                  62      "        "  _Fred Barnard_

  DAVID COPPERFIELD               61      "        "  _Fred Barnard_

  A CHILD'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND    15      "        "  _J. McL. Ralston_

  BLEAK HOUSE                     61      "        "  _Fred Barnard_

  HARD TIMES                      20      "        "  _H. French_

  LITTLE DORRIT                   58      "        "  _J. Mahoney_

  REPRINTED PIECES                 9      "        "  _E. G. Dalziel_

  A TALE OF TWO CITIES            25      "        "  _Fred Barnard_

  UNCOMMERCIAL TRAVELLER          26      "        "  _E. G. Dalziel_

  GREAT EXPECTATIONS              30      "        "  _F. A. Frazer_

  OUR MUTUAL FRIEND               58      "        "  _J. Mahoney_

  CHRISTMAS STORIES               23      "        "  _E. G. Dalziel_

  EDWIN DROOD                     12      "        "  _Luke Fildes_

  LIFE OF DICKENS                 28      "        "  _Fred Barnard_




INTRODUCTORY NOTE


THERE is one question upon which the critics and lovers of Dickens seem
never able to get into agreement, and that is the question of the
original illustrations to his works. To the thorough-going enthusiast
Phiz and Dickens seem inseparable, and no edition which does not contain
the old, familiar grotesques of Hablot Browne's imagination, or, in the
earlier volume, the equally abnormal lineaments portrayed by Cruikshank
or Seymour, would be deemed worthy of a place upon his bookshelf. But a
younger generation is growing up, for whom the time-honoured pictures
have not the charm of long association, and among them it is common to
hear the complaint that the natural humour and pathos of the author's
best works are spoiled to modern fancy by the violent caricatures of the
illustrator. "Let us abolish these pictures altogether," they say: "and
illustrate the books with pretty conventionalities by more fashionable
artists." At the opposite pole stands yet another group of critics--the
"Superior People" who have made up their minds that Dickens himself was
a caricaturist, and that therefore the early illustrations, even if they
do a little emphasise his exaggerations, are only conceived in fitting
harmony with a world of fancy which drowns itself in excesses of the
grotesque. Among so many doctors, and all so emphatic, who shall decide?
It is, at any rate, no easy task.

It happens, however, that there does exist a series of Dickens
illustrations, now in some danger of being unduly neglected, in which
the artists were wonderfully happy in preserving the original features
of Phiz and Cruikshank's interpretations, while they toned down the more
extravagant details and brought imagination into closer harmony with
reality. These were the illustrations to the square-shaped "Household
Edition," published in 1870, just after the great novelist's death--and
now reissued in this Dickens picture-book, in the hope that those who
love the stories may like to possess in separate form what is, perhaps,
the best pictorial accompaniment that the novels ever received. At the
time of its first publication, the "Household Edition" enjoyed an
enormous success. At the moment the name of Dickens was on every one's
lips, and the fact that this splendidly illustrated reprint was issued
in penny numbers and sixpenny parts placed it within reach of even the
most humbly stocked purse. Its sale was stupendous, and the familiar
green-covered pamphlets percolated through every town and village where
the English tongue is spoken. The original copies may still be met with,
under many a country timbered roof, carefully treasured as one of the
most cherished household possessions.

Undoubtedly, a great part of the success was due to the art of the
illustrators. To begin with, there was an unusually liberal display of
pictures--the edition, as a whole, containing close upon nine hundred.
But more important than the number were the truth and sincerity of the
interpretations--qualities which helped to give a new life to characters
already secure of immortality. First and foremost, of course, the
edition will always be associated with the memory of Fred Barnard, whose
pictures are the outstanding feature of the present volume. Barnard
seemed destined by nature to illustrate Dickens; the spirit of "Boz" ran
again in his veins. And nothing in his work is more impressively
ingenious than the skill with which he took the types already created by
his predecessors, preserved their characteristics, so that each was
unmistakably himself, and yet by the illuminating touch of genius
transferred them every one from the realm of caricature to that of
portraiture. Not far inferior to him was that admirable draughtsman,
Charles Green, who exactly adopted Barnard's attitude to the originals.
The reader who will compare Green's illustrations to "The Old Curiosity
Shop" with Phiz's, will scarcely fail to notice with interest how often
Green has chosen the same subject as his predecessor, and all but
treated it in the same manner, save that a twisted grotesque suddenly
becomes, under the magic of his wand, a natural human being. His picture
of Sally Brass and the Marchioness is a remarkable instance in point:
but there are many others equally eloquent of his sympathetic and
interpretative method. Nor should the work of Mahony, A. B. Frost,
Gordon Thomson and others be forgotten, for each in his own way has
helped to make this volume, what its publishers confidently claim it to
be, a collection of Dickens pictures unrivalled for humour, pathos,
character, and interpretative skill. In the certainty that such a
gallery of good work can hardly fail to find appreciators, the volume is
now offered to all lovers of the most widely popular author of the
Victorian Era.





SKETCHES BY BOZ

ILLUSTRATIVE OF EVERY-DAY LIFE AND EVERY-DAY PEOPLE.

[Illustration]

THIRTY-FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS

BY FRED BARNARD

[Illustration: THE HALF-PAY CAPTAIN COMPLETELY EFFACED THE OLD LADY'S
NAME FROM THE BRASS DOOR-PLATE IN HIS ATTEMPTS TO POLISH IT WITH
AQUA-FORTIS--_Our Parish_, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "WHY THE DEVIL AIN'T YOU LOOKING AFTER THAT PLATE?"--_Our
Parish_, chap. v.]

[Illustration: WHEN HE FIRST CAME TO LOOK AT THE LODGINGS, HE INQUIRED
MOST PARTICULARLY WHETHER HE WAS SURE TO BE ABLE TO GET A SEAT IN THE
PARISH CHURCH--_Our Parish_, chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "IT IS NEARLY ELEVEN O'CLOCK, AND THE COLD THIN RAIN,
WHICH HAS BEEN DRIZZLING SO LONG, IS BEGINNING TO POUR DOWN IN GOOD
EARNEST"--_Scenes_, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: THE GRAVESEND BOAT.--_Scenes_, chap. x.]

[Illustration: DIFFERENT WOMEN OF THE HOUSE GOSSIPING ON THE STEPS ...
THE NATIVE DIALLERS--_Scenes_, chap. v.]

[Illustration: IT WAS A WEDDING PARTY AND SKETCHED FROM ONE OF THE
INTERIOR STREETS NEAR FITZROY SQUARE--_Scenes_, chap. vii.]

[Illustration: THE GENTLEMAN DESCRIBED LOOKS EXTREMELY FOOLISH, AND
SQUEEZES HER HAND, AND FEES THE GIPSY LIBERALLY--_Scenes_, chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "I MAY AS WELL GET BOARD, LODGIN', AND WASHIN' TILL THEN,
OUT OF THE COUNTRY, AS PAY FOR IT MYSELF; CONSEQUENTLY HERE
GOES"--_Scenes_, chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "HIS LINE IS GENTEEL COMEDY--HIS FATHER'S COAL AND
POTATO. HE DOES ALFRED HIGHFLIER IN THE LAST PIECE, AND VERY WELL HE'LL
DO IT--AT THE PRICE."--_Scenes_, chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: TUREENS OF SOUP ARE EMPTIED WITH AWFUL
RAPIDITY--_Scenes_, chap. x. 19]

[Illustration: A GIN-SHOP--_Scenes_, chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: THE PAWNBROKER'S SHOP--_Scenes_, chap. xxiii.]

[Illustration: CHILDREN WERE PLAYING ON THE GRASS; GROUPS ... CHATTING
AND LAUGHING; BUT THE MAN WALKED STEADILY UP AND DOWN, UNHEEDING AND
UNHEEDED--_Characters_, chap. i.]

[Illustration: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT, SCOUNDREL?" EXCLAIMED MR.
SAMUEL WILKINS.... "WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU, YOU LITTLE HUMBUG?"
REPLIED WHISKERS--_Characters_, chap. iv.]

[Illustration: THE PRISONERS' VAN--_Characters_, chap. xii.]

[Illustration: HURRYING ALONG A BY-STREET, KEEPING AS CLOSE AS HE CAN TO
THE AREA RAILINGS, A MAN OF ABOUT FORTY OR FIFTY, CLAD IN AN OLD RUSTY
SUIT OF THREADBARE BLACK CLOTH--_Characters_, chap. x.]

[Illustration: "I RECEIVED A NOTE"--HE SAID TREMULOUSLY, IN A VOICE LIKE
A PUNCH WITH A COLD--"YES," RETURNED THE OTHER, "YOU DID,"--"EXACTLY,"--
"YES"--_Tales_, Chap. i.]

[Illustration: "NO WHAT?" INQUIRED MRS. BLOSS WITH A LOOK OF THE MOST
INDESCRIBABLE ALARM "NO STOMACH," REPEATED MRS. TIBBS WITH A SHAKE OF
THE HEAD--_Tales_, chap. i.]

[Illustration: THE DEAR LITTLE FELLOW, HAVING RECOVERED HIS ANIMAL
SPIRITS, WAS STANDING UPON HER SOFT TENDER FOOT--_Tales_, chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "SO EXACTLY THE AIR OF THE MARQUIS," SAID THE MILITARY
GENTLEMAN--_Tales_, chap. iv.]

[Illustration: "HOW DELIGHTFUL, HOW REFRESHING IT IS, TO RETIRE FROM THE
CLOUDY STORMS, THE VICISSITUDES, AND THE TROUBLES OF LIFE, EVEN IF IT BE
BUT FOR A FEW FLEETING MOMENTS."--_Tales_, chap. v.]

[Illustration: "WHO WAS HE?" INQUIRED THE SURGEON. "MY SON!" REJOINED
THE WOMAN; AND FELL SENSELESS AT HIS FEET--_Tales_, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: THE FACETIOUS HARDY, IN FULFILMENT OF HIS PROMISE, HAD
WATCHED THE CHILD TO A REMOTE PART OF THE VESSEL, AND, SUDDENLY
APPEARING BEFORE HIM WITH THE MOST AWFUL CONTORTIONS OF VISAGE, HAD
PRODUCED HIS PAROXYSMS OF TERROR--_Tales_, chap. vii.]

[Illustration: ONE GENTLEMAN WAS OBSERVED SUDDENLY TO RUSH FROM TABLE
WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST OSTENSIBLE REASON, AND DART UP THE STEPS WITH
INCREDIBLE SWIFTNESS, THEREBY GREATLY DAMAGING BOTH HIMSELF AND THE
STEWARD, WHO HAPPENED TO BE COMING DOWN AT THE SAME MOMENT--_Tales_,
chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "LEAVE THAT 'ERE BELL ALONE, YOU WRETCHED LOO-NATTIC!"
SAID THE BOOTS, SUDDENLY FORCING THE UNFORTUNATE TROTT BACK INTO HIS
CHAIR, AND BRANDISHING THE STICK ALOFT--_Tales_, chap. viii.]

[Illustration: THE BLACK VEIL--_Tales_, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: "WHY," REPLIED MR. WALKINS TOTTLE EVASIVELY; FOR HE
TREMBLED VIOLENTLY, AND FELT A SUDDEN TINGLING THROUGHOUT HIS WHOLE
FRAME; "WHY--I SHOULD CERTAINLY--AT LEAST, I _think_ I SHOULD
LIKE----"--_Tales_, chap. x. 1]

[Illustration: MR. NICODEMUS DUMPS ... CROSS, CADAVEROUS, ODD AND
ILL-NATURED--_Tales_, chap. xi.]

[Illustration: "I'VE BROUGHT THIS HERE NOTE," REPLIED THE INDIVIDUAL IN
THE PAINTED TOPS IN A HOARSE WHISPER; "I'VE BROUGHT THIS HERE NOTE FROM
A GEN'L'M'N AS COME TO OUR HOUSE THIS MORNIN'."--_Tales_, Chap. x. 2]

[Illustration: HE RAISED HIS MANACLED HANDS IN A THREATENING ATTITUDE,
FIXED HIS EYES ON HIS SHRINKING PARENT AND SLOWLY LEFT THE
ROOM--_Tales_, chap. xii.]

[Illustration: LOOKS THAT HE HAD LONG FORGOTTEN WERE FIXED UPON HIM ONCE
MORE; VOICES LONG SINCE HUSHED IN DEATH SOUNDED IN HIS EARS LIKE THE
MUSIC OF VILLAGE BELLS--_Tales_, chap. xii.]


[Illustration: THE BODY WAS WASHED ASHORE, SOME MILES DOWN THE RIVER, A
SWOLLEN DISFIGURED MASS--_Tales_, chap. xii.]




THE POSTHUMOUS PAPERS OF THE PICKWICK CLUB

[Illustration]

FIFTY-SEVEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY PHIZ


[Illustration: "COME ON," SAID THE CAB-DRIVER, SPARRING AWAY LIKE
CLOCKWORK. "COME ON--ALL FOUR ON YOU"--Chap. i.]

[Illustration: "WHAT! INTRODUCING HIS FRIEND!"--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: MR. SNODGRASS AND MR. WINKLE HAD EACH PERFORMED A
COMPULSORY SUMMERSET WITH REMARKABLE AGILITY--Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: THE HORSE NO SOONER BEHELD MR. PICKWICK ADVANCING WITH
THE CHAISE WHIP IN HIS HAND--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: THERE WAS A SCREAM AS OF AN INDIVIDUAL--NOT A ROOK--IN
CORPOREAL ANGUISH. MR. TUPMAN HAD SAVED THE LIVES OF INNUMERABLE
UNOFFENDING BIRDS BY RECEIVING A PORTION OF THE CHARGE IN HIS LEFT
ARM--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: MR. WARDLE LOOKED ON, IN SILENT WONDER--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: OLD MR. WARDLE, WITH A HIGHLY-INFLAMED COUNTENANCE, WAS
GRASPING THE HAND OF A STRANGE GENTLEMAN--Chap. viii.]

[Illustration: MR. TUPMAN LOOKED ROUND. THERE WAS THE FAT BOY--Chap.
viii.]

[Illustration: SAM STOLE A LOOK AT THE INQUIRER--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: "GOD BLESS ME, WHAT'S THE MATTER"--Chap. xi.]

[Illustration: "TAKE THIS LITTLE VILLAIN AWAY," SAID THE AGONISED MR.
PICKWICK--Chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "HE HAS COME OUT," SAID LITTLE MR. PERKER, GREATLY
EXCITED; THE MORE SO AS THEIR POSITION DID NOT ENABLE THEM TO SEE WHAT
WAS GOING FORWARD--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: THE CHAIR WAS AN UGLY OLD GENTLEMAN; AND WHAT WAS MORE,
HE WAS WINKING AT TOM SMART--Chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: "PERMIT ME TO INTRODUCE MY FRIENDS--MR. TUPMAN--MR.
WINKLE--MR. SNODGRASS"--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: THE HEROIC MAN ACTUALLY THREW HIMSELF INTO A PARALYTIC
ATTITUDE, CONFIDENTLY SUPPOSED BY THE TWO BYSTANDERS TO HAVE BEEN
INTENDED AS A POSTURE OF SELF-DEFENCE--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: MR. WELLER WAS DISPELLING ALL THE FEVERISH REMAINS OF THE
PREVIOUS EVENING'S CONVIVIALITY, ... WHEN HE WAS ATTRACTED BY THE
APPEARANCE OF A YOUNG FELLOW IN MULBERRY-COLOURED LIVERY--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: THE DOOR WAS JUST GOING TO BE CLOSED IN CONSEQUENCE, WHEN
AN INQUISITIVE BOARDER, WHO HAD BEEN PEEPING BETWEEN THE HINGES, SET UP
A FEARFUL SCREAMING--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: OLD LOBBS GAVE IT ONE TUG, AND OPEN IT FLEW, DISCLOSING
NATHANIEL PIPKIN STANDING BOLT UPRIGHT INSIDE, AND SHAKING WITH
APPREHENSION FROM HEAD TO FOOT--Chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "WHO ARE YOU, YOU RASCAL?" SAID THE CAPTAIN,
ADMINISTERING SEVERAL POKES TO MR. PICKWICK'S BODY WITH THE THICK STICK.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME?"--Chap. xix.]

[Illustration: "YOU JUST COME AWAY," SAID MR. WELLER. "BATTLEDORE AND
SHUTTLECOCK'S A WERY GOOD GAME, WHEN YOU AN'T THE SHUTTLECOCK AND TWO
LAWYERS THE BATTLEDORES"--Chap. xx.]

[Illustration: "HEYLING!" SAID THE OLD MAN WILDLY. "MY BOY, HEYLING, MY
DEAR BOY, LOOK, LOOK!" GASPING FOR BREATH, THE MISERABLE FATHER POINTED
TO THE SPOT WHERE THE YOUNG MAN WAS STRUGGLING FOR LIFE--Chap. xxi.]

[Illustration: STANDING BEFORE THE DRESSING-GLASS WAS A MIDDLE-AGED LADY
IN YELLOW CURL-PAPERS, BUSILY ENGAGED IN BRUSHING WHAT LADIES CALL THEIR
"BACK HAIR"--Chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: MR. PICKWICK NO SOONER PUT ON HIS SPECTACLES, THAN HE AT
ONCE RECOGNISED IN THE FUTURE MRS. MAGNUS THE LADY INTO WHOSE ROOM HE
HAD SO UNWARRANTABLY INTRUDED ON THE PREVIOUS NIGHT--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: A COMPLIMENT WHICH MR. WELLER RETURNED BY KNOCKING HIM
DOWN OUT OF HAND: HAVING PREVIOUSLY, WITH THE UTMOST CONSIDERATION,
KNOCKED DOWN A CHAIRMAN FOR HIM TO LIE UPON--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: THE KITCHEN DOOR OPENED, AND IN WALKED MR. JOE
TROTTER--Chap. xxv.]

[Illustration: SAM LOOKED AT THE FAT BOY WITH GREAT ASTONISHMENT, BUT
WITHOUT SAYING A WORD--Chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: BEFORE MR. PICKWICK DISTINCTLY KNEW WHAT WAS THE MATTER,
HE WAS SURROUNDED BY THE WHOLE BODY, AND KISSED BY EVERY ONE OF
THEM--Chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: SEATED ON AN UPRIGHT TOMBSTONE, CLOSE TO HIM, WAS A
STRANGE UNEARTHLY FIGURE--Chap. xxix.]

[Illustration: MR. PICKWICK .... WENT SLOWLY AND GRAVELY DOWN THE SLIDE,
WITH HIS FEET ABOUT A YARD AND A QUARTER APART, AMIDST THE GRATIFIED
SHOUTS OF ALL THE SPECTATORS--Chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: A LITTLE FIERCE WOMAN BOUNCED INTO THE ROOM, ALL IN A
TREMBLE WITH PASSION, AND PALE WITH RAGE--Chap. xxxii.]

[Illustration: WITH A COUNTENANCE GREATLY MOLLIFIED BY THE SOFTENING
INFLUENCE OF TOBACCO, REQUESTED HIM TO "FIRE AWAY"--Chap. xxxiii.]

[Illustration: BEFORE SAM COULD INTERFERE TO PREVENT IT, HIS HEROIC
PARENT HAD PENETRATED INTO A REMOTE CORNER OF THE ROOM, AND ATTACKED THE
REVEREND MR. STIGGINS WITH MANUAL DEXTERITY--Chap. xxxiii.]

[Illustration: AN ADMONITORY GESTURE FROM PERKER RESTRAINED HIM, AND HE
LISTENED TO THE LEARNED GENTLEMAN'S CONTINUATION WITH A LOOK OF
INDIGNATION--Chap. xxxiv.]

[Illustration: POOR MR. PICKWICK! HE HAD NEVER PLAYED WITH THREE
THOROUGH-PACED FEMALE CARD-PLAYERS BEFORE--Chap. xxxv.]

[Illustration: HE NO SOONER HEARD THE HORRIBLE THREAT OF THE VALOROUS
DOWLER, THAN HE BOUNCED OUT OF THE SEDAN--Chap. xxxvi.]

[Illustration: MR. TUCKLE, DRESSED OUT WITH THE COCKED-HAT AND STICK,
DANCED THE FROG HORNPIPE AMONG THE SHELLS ON THE TABLE--Chap. xxxvii.]

[Illustration: MR BOB SAWYER'S BOY ... PEEPED THROUGH THE GLASS DOOR,
AND THUS LISTENED AND LOOKED ON AT THE SAME TIME--Chap. xxxviii.]

[Illustration: "UNLOCK THAT DOOR, AND LEAVE THIS ROOM IMMEDIATELY, SIR,"
SAID MR. WINKLE--Chap. xxxviii.]

[Illustration: "MY DEAR," SAID MR. PICKWICK, LOOKING OVER THE WALL, AND
CATCHING SIGHT OF ARABELLA ON THE OTHER SIDE. "DON'T BE FRIGHTENED, MY
DEAR, 'TIS ONLY ME"--Chap. xxxix.]

[Illustration: MR. PICKWICK SITTING FOR HIS PORTRAIT--Chap. xl.]

[Illustration: LETTING HIS HAT FALL ON THE FLOOR, HE STOOD PERFECTLY
FIXED AND IMMOVABLE WITH ASTONISHMENT--Chap. xlii.]

[Illustration: WITH THIS, THE SPEAKER SNATCHED THAT ARTICLE OF DRESS
FROM MR. PICKWICK'S HEAD--Chap. xli.]

[Illustration: SAM, HAVING BEEN FORMALLY INTRODUCED .... AS THE
OFFSPRING OF MR. WELLER, OF THE BELLE SAVAGE, WAS TREATED WITH MARKED
DISTINCTION--Chap. xliii.]

[Illustration: "DO YOU ALWAYS SMOKE ARTER YOU GOES TO BED, OLD COCK?"
INQUIRED MR. WELLER OF HIS LANDLORD, WHEN THEY HAD BOTH RETIRED FOR THE
NIGHT--Chap. xliv.]

[Illustration: MR. STIGGINS, GETTING ON HIS LEGS AS WELL AS HE COULD,
PROCEEDED TO DELIVER AN EDIFYING DISCOURSE FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE
COMPANY--Chap. xlv.]

[Illustration: MRS. BARDELL SCREAMED VIOLENTLY; TOMMY ROARED; MRS.
CLUFFINK SHRUNK WITHIN HERSELF AND MRS. SANDERS MADE OFF WITHOUT MORE
ADO--Chap. xlvi.]

[Illustration: MR. PICKWICK COULD SCARCELY BELIEVE THE EVIDENCE OF HIS
OWN SENSES--Chap. xlvii.]

[Illustration: THESE ATTENTIONS WERE DIRECTED, NOT TOWARDS HIM, BUT TO A
YOUNG LADY WHO JUST THEN APPEARED AT THE FOOT OF THE STEPS--Chap. xlix.]

[Illustration: MR. BOB SAWYER WAS SEATED: NOT IN THE DICKEY, BUT ON THE
ROOF OF THE CHAISE--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: SNATCHING UP A MEAL-SACK, EFFECTUALLY STOPPED THE
CONFLICT BY DRAWING IT OVER THE HEAD AND SHOULDERS OF THE MIGHTY
POTT--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: SUDDENLY AWARE THAT HE WAS IN THE PRESENCE OF A STRANGER,
MR. BEN ALLEN ADVANCED--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: IT WAS A STILL MORE EXCITING SPECTACLE TO BEHOLD MR.
WELLER .... IMMERSING MR. STIGGINS'S HEAD IN A HORSE-TROUGH FULL OF
WATER, AND HOLDING IT THERE UNTIL HE WAS HALF SUFFOCATED--Chap. lii.]

[Illustration: "I SAY INSOLENT FAMILIARITY, SIR," SAID MR. PICKWICK,
TURNING UPON FOGG WITH A FIERCENESS OF GESTURE WHICH CAUSED THAT PERSON
TO RETREAT TOWARDS THE DOOR WITH GREAT EXPEDITION--Chap. liii.]

[Illustration: "I SAY, HOW NICE YOU LOOK!"--Chap. liv.]

[Illustration: THE MOTTLED-FACED GENTLEMAN REVIEWED THE COMPANY, AND
SLOWLY LIFTED HIS HAND--Chap. lv.]

[Illustration: THE WORDS WERE SCARCELY OUT OF THE OLD GENTLEMAN'S LIPS,
WHEN FOOTSTEPS WERE HEARD ASCENDING THE STAIRS--Chap. lvi.]




    THE ADVENTURES OF
    OLIVER TWIST

    [Illustration]

    TWENTY-EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS
    BY J. MAHONEY

[Illustration: OLIVER ASKS FOR MORE--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "LIBERAL TERMS, MR. SOWERBERRY, LIBERAL TERMS!"--Chap.
iv.]

[Illustration: OLIVER RATHER ASTONISHES NOAH--Chap. vi.]

[Illustration: "HULLO, MY COVEY! WHAT'S THE ROW?"--Chap. viii.]

[Illustration: "STOP THIEF!"--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: "WHAT'S BECOME OF THE BOY?"--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: "YOU ARE ON THE SCENT, ARE YOU, NANCY?"--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: "A BEADLE! A PARISH BEADLE, OR I'LL EAT MY HEAD"--Chap.
xvii.]

[Illustration: THE BOY WAS LYING FAST ASLEEP, ON A RUDE BED UPON THE
FLOOR--Chap. xix.]

[Illustration: SIKES, WITH OLIVER'S HANDS STILL IN HIS, SOFTLY
APPROACHED THE LOW PORCH--Chap. xxi.]

[Illustration: "DIRECTLY I LEAVE GO OF YOU, DO YOUR WORK. HARK!"--Chap.
xxii.]

[Illustration: "FAGIN!" WHISPERED A VOICE CLOSE TO HIS EAR--Chap.
xxvi.]

[Illustration: "DON'T SIGH, MRS. CORNEY," SAID MR. BUMBLE--Chap. xxvii.]

[Illustration: "JUST SEND SOMEBODY OUT TO RELIEVE MY MATE, WILL YOU,
YOUNG MAN?"--Chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: WHEN IT BECAME QUITE DARK, AND THEY RETURNED HOME, THE
YOUNG LADY WOULD SIT DOWN TO THE PIANO, AND PLAY SOME PLEASANT
AIR--Chap. xxxii.]

[Illustration: LOOKING ROUND, HE SAW THAT IT WAS A POST-CHAISE, DRIVEN
AT GREAT SPEED--Chap. xxxiv.]

[Illustration: A "FEW--A VERY FEW--WILL SUFFICE, ROSE," SAID THE YOUNG
MAN, DRAWING HIS CHAIR TOWARDS HER--Chap. xxxv.]

[Illustration: "WERE YOU LOOKING FOR ME," HE SAID, "WHEN YOU PEERED IN
AT THE WINDOW?"--Chap. xxxvii.]

[Illustration: THE EVIDENCE DESTROYED--Chap. xxxviii.]

[Illustration: THEN, STOOPING SOFTLY OVER THE BED, SHE KISSED THE
ROBBER'S LIPS--Chap. xxxix.]

[Illustration: "LOOK THERE! THOSE ARE THE LIGHTS OF LONDON"--Chap.
xlii.]

[Illustration: "WHAT IS THIS?" INQUIRED ONE OF THE MAGISTRATES. "A
PICK-POCKETING CASE, YOUR WORSHIP"--Chap. xliii.]

[Illustration: WHEN SHE WAS ABOUT THE SAME DISTANCE IN ADVANCE AS SHE
HAD BEEN BEFORE, HE SLIPPED QUIETLY DOWN, AND FOLLOWED HER AGAIN--Chap.
xlvi.]

[Illustration: HE MOVED, BACKWARD, TOWARDS THE DOOR: DRAGGED THE DOG
WITH HIM--Chap. xlviii.]

[Illustration: AND CREEPING OVER THE TILES, LOOKED OVER THE LOW
PARAPET--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: "DO YOU KNOW THE YOUNG LADY, SIR?"--Chap. li.]

[Illustration: HE SAT DOWN ON THE STONE BENCH OPPOSITE THE DOOR--Chap.
lvi.]




THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF NICHOLAS NICKLEBY

[Illustration]

FIFTY-NINE ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD


[Illustration: RALPH NICKLEBY AND NEWMAN NOGGS--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: THE UNCLE AND NEPHEW LOOKED AT EACH OTHER FOR SOME
SECONDS WITHOUT SPEAKING--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: THE SCHOOLMASTER AND HIS COMPANION LOOKED STEADILY AT
EACH OTHER FOR A FEW SECONDS, AND THEN EXCHANGED A VERY MEANING
SMILE--Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: "SNUBS AND ROMANS ARE PLENTIFUL ENOUGH, AND THERE ARE
FLATS OF ALL SORTS AND SIZES WHEN THERE'S A MEETING AT EXETER
HALL"--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: "VERY GLAD TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE, MISS," SAID
SQUEERS, RAISING HIS HAT AN INCH OR TWO--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE FIRE, THERE SAT WITH FOLDED
ARMS A WRINKLING HIDEOUS FIGURE--Chap. vi.]

[Illustration: THE FIRST CLASS ENGLISH SPELLING AND PHILOSOPHY--Chap.
viii.]

[Illustration: "PAIN AND FEAR, PAIN AND FEAR FOR ME, ALIVE OR DEAD. NO
HOPE, NO HOPE!"--Chap. viii.]

[Illustration: KATE WALKED SADLY BACK TO THEIR LODGINGS IN THE
STRAND--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: "OH! AS SOFT AS POSSIBLE, IF YOU PLEASE"--Chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "WRETCH," REJOINED NICHOLAS FIERCELY, "TOUCH HIM AT YOUR
PERIL! I WILL NOT STAND BY, AND SEE IT DONE. MY BLOOD IS UP, AND I HAVE
THE STRENGTH OF TEN SUCH MEN AS YOU"--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: "I CAN--NOT HELP IT, AND IT DON'T SIGNIFY," SOBBED MRS.
KENWIGS. "OH! THEY'RE TOO BEAUTIFUL TO LIVE, MUCH TOO BEAUTIFUL!"--Chap.
xiv.]

[Illustration: THERE CAME INTO THE OFFICE AN APPLICANT IN WHOSE FAVOUR
HE IMMEDIATELY RETIRED, AND WHOSE APPEARANCE BOTH SURPRISED AND
INTERESTED HIM--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: "I DON'T FORGET YOU, MY SOUL, AND NEVER SHALL, AND NEVER
CAN," SAID MANTALINI, KISSING HIS WIFE'S HAND AND GRIMACING ASIDE TO
MISS NICKLEBY, WHO TURNED AWAY--Chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "A MISERABLE WRETCH," EXCLAIMED MR. KNAG, STRIKING HIS
FOREHEAD. "A MISERABLE WRETCH"--Chap. xviii.]

[Illustration: "I AM AFRAID YOU HAVE BEEN GIVING HER SOME OF YOUR WICKED
LOOKS, MY LORD," SAID THE INTENDED--Chap. xviii.]

[Illustration: BUT THE YOUNG LADY MAKING A VIOLENT EFFORT TO DISENGAGE
HERSELF, HE LOST HIS BALANCE, AND MEASURED HIS LENGTH UPON THE
GROUND--Chap. xix.]

[Illustration: THE DRESSING-ROOM DOOR BEING HASTILY FLUNG OPEN, MR.
MANTALINI WAS DISCLOSED TO VIEW, WITH HIS SHIRT COLLAR SYMMETRICALLY
THROWN BACK: PUTTING A FINE EDGE TO A BREAKFAST KNIFE BY MEANS OF HIS
RAZOR STROP--Chap. xxi.]

[Illustration: "YOU CAN JUST GIVE HIM THAT ERE CARD, AND TELL HIM IF HE
WANTS TO SPEAK TO ME, AND SAVE TROUBLE, HERE I AM, THAT'S ALL"--Chap.
xxi.]

[Illustration: MR. CRUMMLES LOOKED, FROM TIME TO TIME, WITH GREAT
INTEREST AT SMIKE, WITH WHOM HE HAD APPEARED CONSIDERABLY STRUCK FROM
THE FIRST. HE HAD NOW FALLEN ASLEEP, AND WAS NODDING IN HIS CHAIR--Chap.
xxii.]

[Illustration: THE INDIAN SAVAGE AND THE MAIDEN--Chap. xxiii.]

[Illustration: "AS AN EXQUISITE EMBODIMENT OF THE POET'S VISIONS, AND A
REALISATION OF HUMAN INTELLECTUALITY, GILDING WITH REFULGENT LIGHT OUR
DREAMY MOMENTS, AND LAYING OPEN A NEW AND MAGIC WORLD BEFORE THE MENTAL
EYE, THE DRAMA IS GONE, PERFECTLY GONE," SAID MR. CURDLE--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: "NICKLEBY," SAID HIS CLIENT, THROWING HIMSELF ALONG THE
SOFA ON WHICH HE HAD BEEN PREVIOUSLY SEATED, SO AS TO BRING HIS LIPS
NEARER TO THE OLD MAN'S EAR, "WHAT A PRETTY CREATURE YOUR NIECE
IS!"--Chap. xxvi.]

[Illustration: SIR MULBERRY HAWK AND HIS FRIEND EXCHANGED GLANCES OVER
THE TOP OF THE BONNET--Chap. xxvi.]

[Illustration: "I SEE HOW IT IS," SAID POOR NOGGS, DRAWING FROM HIS
POCKET WHAT SEEMED TO BE A VERY OLD DUSTER, AND WIPING KATE'S EYES WITH
IT AS GENTLY AS IF SHE WERE AN INFANT--Chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: "BUT THEY SHALL NOT PROTECT YE!" SAID THE TRAGEDIAN,
TAKING AN UPWARD LOOK AT NICHOLAS, BEGINNING AT HIS BOOTS AND ENDING AT
THE CROWN OF HIS HEAD--Chap. xxix.]

[Illustration: MR. SNEVELLICCI REPEATED THE WINK, AND, DRINKING TO MRS.
LILYVICK IN DUMB-SHOW, ACTUALLY BLEW HER A KISS--Chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: LASHING HIMSELF UP TO AN EXTRAORDINARY PITCH OF FURY,
NEWMAN NOGGS JERKED HIMSELF ABOUT THE ROOM WITH THE MOST ECCENTRIC
MOTION EVER BEHELD IN A HUMAN BEING--Chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: "LOOK AT THEM TEARS, SIR!" SAID SQUEERS WITH A TRIUMPHANT
AIR, AS MASTER WACKFORD WIPED HIS EYES WITH THE CUFF OF HIS JACKET;
"THERE'S OILINESS"--Chap. xxxiv.]

[Illustration: SIR MULBERRY, SHORTENING HIS WHIP, APPLIED IT FURIOUSLY
TO THE HEAD AND SHOULDERS OF NICHOLAS. IT WAS BROKEN IN THE STRUGGLE:
NICHOLAS GAINED THE HEAVY HANDLE, AND WITH IT LAID OPEN ONE SIDE OF HIS
ANTAGONIST'S FACE FROM THE EYE TO THE LIP--Chap. xxxii.]

[Illustration: NIGHT FOUND HIM, AT LAST, STILL HARPING ON THE SAME
THEME, AND STILL PURSUING THE SAME UNPROFITABLE REFLECTIONS--Chap.
xxxiv.]

[Illustration: "I'M NOT COMING AN HOUR LATER IN THE MORNING, YOU KNOW,"
SAID TIM, BREAKING OUT ALL AT ONCE, AND LOOKING VERY RESOLUTE. "I'M NOT
GOING TO SLEEP IN THE FRESH AIR--NO, NOR I'M NOT GOING INTO THE COUNTRY
EITHER"--Chap. xxxv.]

[Illustration: WITH THIS THE DOCTOR LAUGHED; BUT HE DIDN'T LAUGH HALF AS
MUCH AS A MARRIED FRIEND OF MRS. KENWIGS'S, WHO HAD JUST COME IN FROM
THE SICK CHAMBER--Chap. xxxvi.]

[Illustration: "YE'ES," SAID THE OTHER, TURNING FULL UPON HIM. "IF YOU
HAD TOLD HIM WHO YOU WERE: IF YOU HAD GIVEN HIM YOUR CARD, AND FOUND
OUT, AFTERWARDS, THAT HIS STATION OR CHARACTER PREVENTED YOUR FIGHTING
HIM, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BAD ENOUGH THEN"--Chap. xxxviii.]

[Illustration: DARTING IN, COVERED SMIKE'S MOUTH WITH HIS HUGE HAND
BEFORE HE COULD UTTER A SOUND--Chap. xxxix.]

[Illustration: THE MEDITATIVE OGRE--Chap. xl.]

[Illustration: CONCLUDED BY STANDING ON ONE LEG, AND REPEATING HIS
FAVOURITE BELLOW WITH INCREASED VEHEMENCE--Chap. xli.]

[Illustration: "I SAY," SAID JOHN, RATHER ASTOUNDED FOR THE MOMENT,
"MAK' THEESELF QUITE AT WHOAM, WILL 'EE?"--Chap. xlii.]

[Illustration: FELL UPON HIS FACE IN A PASSION OF BITTER GRIEF--Chap.
xliii.]

[Illustration: "I AM A MOST MISERABLE AND WRETCHED OUTCAST, NEARLY SIXTY
YEARS OLD, AND AS DESTITUTE AND HELPLESS AS A CHILD OF SIX"--Chap.
xliv.]

[Illustration: MR. SQUEERS EXECUTES AN IMPROMPTU "PAS SEUL"--Chap. xlv.]

[Illustration: WAS PRESENTLY CONDUCTED BY A ROBBER, WITH A VERY LARGE
BELT AND BUCKLE ROUND HIS WAIST, AND VERY LARGE LEATHER GAUNTLETS ON HIS
HANDS, INTO THE PRESENCE OF HIS FORMER MANAGER--Chap. xlviii.]

[Illustration: "NO MATTER! DO YOU THINK YOU BRING YOUR PALTRY MONEY HERE
AS A FAVOUR OR A GIFT; OR AS A MATTER OF BUSINESS, AND IN RETURN FOR
VALUE RECEIVED"--Chap. xlvi.]

[Illustration: "AHA!" CRIED THE OLD GENTLEMAN, FOLDING HIS HANDS AND
SQUEEZING THEM WITH GREAT FORCE AGAINST EACH OTHER. "I SEE HER NOW; I
SEE HER NOW; MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY BRIDE, MY PEERLESS BEAUTY! SHE IS COME
AT LAST--AT LAST--AND ALL IS GAS AND GAITERS"--Chap. xlix.]

[Illustration: TWO MEN, SEIZING EACH OTHER BY THE THROAT, STRUGGLED INTO
THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: ALL THE LIGHT AND LIFE OF DAY CAME ON; AND AMIDST IT ALL,
AND PRESSING DOWN THE GRASS WHOSE EVERY BLADE BORE TWENTY TINY LIVES,
LAY THE DEAD MAN, WITH HIS STARK AND RIGID FACE TURNED UPWARDS TO THE
SKY--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: "I'LL BE MARRIED IN THE BOTTLE-GREEN," CRIED ARTHUR
GRIDE--Chap. li.]

[Illustration: "THIEVES! THIEVES!" SHRIEKED THE USURER, STARTING UP AND
FOLDING HIS BOOK TO HIS BREAST; "ROBBERS! MURDER!"--Chap. liii.]

[Illustration: "I MUST BESEECH YOU TO CONTEMPLATE AGAIN THE FEARFUL
COURSE TO WHICH YOU HAVE BEEN IMPELLED"--Chap. liii.]

[Illustration: HE DREW RALPH NICKLEBY TO THE FURTHER END OF THE ROOM,
AND POINTED TOWARDS GRIDE, WHO SAT HUDDLED TOGETHER IN A CORNER,
FUMBLING NERVOUSLY WITH THE BUTTONS OF HIS COAT, AND EXHIBITING A FACE
OF WHICH EVERY SKULKING AND BASE EXPRESSION WAS SHARPENED AND AGGRAVATED
TO THE UTMOST OF HIS ANXIETY AND TREPIDATION--Chap. liv.]

[Illustration: "THERE IS SOMETHING MISSING, YOU SAY," SAID RALPH,
SHAKING HIM FURIOUSLY BY THE COLLAR. "WHAT IS IT?"--Chap. lvi.]

[Illustration: "DO YOU SEE THIS? THIS IS A BOTTLE"--Chap. lvii.]

[Illustration: "WHO TAMPERED WITH A SELFISH FATHER, URGING HIM TO SELL
HIS DAUGHTER TO OLD ARTHUR GRIDE, AND TAMPERED WITH GRIDE TOO, AND DID
SO IN THE LITTLE OFFICE, WITH A CLOSET IN THE ROOM"--Chap. lix.]

[Illustration: "TOTAL, ALL UP WITH SQUEERS!"--Chap. lx.]

[Illustration: RALPH MAKES ONE LAST APPOINTMENT--AND KEEPS IT--Chap.
lxii.]

[Illustration: CLASPING THE IRON RAILINGS WITH HIS HANDS, LOOKED EAGERLY
IN, WONDERING WHICH MIGHT BE HIS GRAVE--Chap. lxii.]

[Illustration: "OH, MR. LINKINWATER, YOU'RE JOKING!" "NO, NO, I'M NOT.
I'M NOT INDEED," SAID TIM. "I WILL, IF YOU WILL. DO, MY DEAR!"--Chap.
lxiii.]

[Illustration: THE LITTLE PEOPLE COULD DO NOTHING WITHOUT DEAR NEWMAN
NOGGS--Chap. lxv.]




MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK AND OTHER STORIES

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NINE ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD


[Illustration: AT SUCH TIMES, OR WHEN THE SHOUTS OF STRAGGLING BRAWLERS
MET HER EAR, THE BOWYER'S DAUGHTER WOULD LOOK TIMIDLY BACK AT HUGH,
BESEECHING HIM TO DRAW NEARER.--_Master Humphrey's Clock_, chap. i.]

[Illustration: AS HE SAT UPON A LOW SEAT BESIDE MY WIFE, I WOULD PEER AT
HIM FOR HOURS TOGETHER FROM BEHIND A TREE.--_Master Humphrey's Clock_,
chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "VITH THESE VORDS HE RUSHES INTO THE SHOP, BREAKS THE
DUMMY'S NOSE WITH A BLOW OF HIS CURLIN'-IRONS, MELTS HIM DOWN AT THE
PARLOUR FIRE, AND NEVER SMILES AFTERWARDS."--_Master Humphrey's Clock_,
chap. v.]

[Illustration: AT LAST THEY MADE A HALT AT THE OPENING OF A LONELY,
DESOLATE SPACE, AND, POINTING TO A BLACK OBJECT AT SOME DISTANCE, ASKED
WILL IF HE SAW THAT YONDER.--_Master Humphrey's Clock_, chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "WITH A LOOK OF SCORN, SHE PUT INTO MY HAND A BIT OF
PAPER, AND TOOK ANOTHER PARTNER. ON THE PAPER WAS PENCILLED, 'HEAVENS!
CAN I WRITE THE WORD? IS MY HUSBAND A COW?'"--_Holiday Romance_, Part
i.]

[Illustration: "WHAT IS THE MATTER?" ASKED BROTHER HAUKYARD. "AY! WHAT
IS THE MATTER?" ASKED BROTHER GIMBLET.--_George Silverman's
Explanation_, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: GEORGE SILVERMAN WRITES HIS EXPLANATION.--Chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "YOU SHALL SEE ME ONCE AGAIN IN THE BODY, WHEN YOU ARE
TRIED FOR YOUR LIFE. YOU SHALL SEE ME ONCE AGAIN IN THE SPIRIT, WHEN THE
CORD IS ROUND YOUR NECK AND THE CROWD ARE CRYING AGAINST YOU."--_Hunted
Down_, chap. v.]




THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP

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THIRTY-NINE ILLUSTRATIONS BY C. GREEN


[Illustration: THE DOOR BEING OPENED, THE CHILD ADDRESSED HIM AS HER
GRANDFATHER--Chap. i.]

[Illustration: THE OLD MAN SAT HIMSELF DOWN IN A CHAIR, AND, WITH FOLDED
HANDS, LOOKED SOMETIMES AT HIS GRANDSON AND SOMETIMES AT HIS STRANGE
COMPANION--Chap. i.]

[Illustration: WHEN HE DID SIT DOWN, HE TUCKED UP HIS SLEEVES AND
SQUARED HIS ELBOWS AND PUT HIS FACE CLOSE TO THE COPY-BOOK--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: DANIEL QUILP SAT HIMSELF DOWN IN A WHERRY TO CROSS TO THE
OPPOSITE SHORE--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: HE SOON CAST HIS EYES UPON A CHAIR, INTO WHICH HE SKIPPED
WITH UNCOMMON AGILITY, AND, PERCHING HIMSELF ON THE BACK WITH HIS FEET
UPON THE SEAT, WAS THUS ENABLED TO LOOK ON--Chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "I'LL BEAT YOU TO PULP, YOU DOGS"--Chap. vi.]

[Illustration: "IS IT GOOD, BRASS, IS IT NICE, IS IT FRAGRANT?"--Chap.
xi.]

[Illustration: NOT TO BE BEHINDHAND IN THE BUSTLE, MR. QUILP WENT TO
WORK WITH SURPRISING VIGOUR--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: NELLY, KNEELING DOWN BESIDE THE BOX, WAS SOON BUSILY
ENGAGED IN HER TASK--Chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "NOW, GENTLEMEN," SAID JERRY, LOOKING AT THEM
ATTENTIVELY, "THE DOG WHOSE NAME'S CALLED, EATS"--Chap. xviii.]

[Illustration: THERE WAS BUT ONE LADY WHO SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND THE
CHILD, AND SHE WAS ONE WHO SAT ALONE IN A HANDSOME CARRIAGE--Chap. xix.]

[Illustration: A SMALL WHITE-HEADED BOY WITH A SUNBURNT FACE APPEARED AT
THE DOOR WHILE HE WAS SPEAKING, AND STOPPING THERE TO MAKE A RUSTIC BOW,
CAME IN--Chap. xxv.]

[Illustration: AND THEN THEY WENT ON ARM-IN-ARM, VERY LOVINGLY
TOGETHER--Chap. xxiii.]

[Illustration: SHE HANDED DOWN TO THEM THE TEA-TRAY, THE BREAD AND
BUTTER, THE KNUCKLE OF HAM, AND, IN SHORT, EVERYTHING OF WHICH SHE HAD
PARTAKEN HERSELF--Chap. xxvi.]

[Illustration: "THAT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN," SAID MRS. JARLEY, "IS
JASPER PACKLEMERTON OF ATROCIOUS MEMORY"--Chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: AND IN THIS STATE AND CEREMONY RODE SLOWLY THROUGH THE
TOWN EVERY MORNING--Chap. xxix.]

[Illustration: IN SOME OF THESE FLOURISHES IT WENT CLOSE TO MISS SALLY'S
HEAD--Chap. xxxiii.]

[Illustration: "YOU'RE THE WAX-WORK CHILD, ARE YOU NOT?"--Chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: "OH PLEASE," SAID A LITTLE VOICE VERY LOW DOWN IN THE
DOORWAY, "WILL YOU COME AND SHOW THE LODGINGS?"--Chap. xxxiv.]

[Illustration: "DO YOU SEE THIS?"--Chap. xxxvi.]

[Illustration: AT LENGTH EVERYTHING WAS READY, AND THEY WENT OFF--Chap.
xxxix.]

[Illustration: THE OLD MAN STOOD HELPLESSLY AMONG THEM FOR A LITTLE
TIME--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: A MAN OF VERY UNCOUTH AND ROUGH APPEARANCE WAS STANDING
OVER THEM--Chap. xliii.]

[Illustration: "SHE IS QUITE EXHAUSTED," SAID THE SCHOOLMASTER--Chap.
xlvi.]

[Illustration: "AQUILINE!" CRIED QUILP, THRUSTING IN HIS HEAD--Chap.
xlix.]

[Illustration: BOTH MOTHER AND DAUGHTER, TREMBLING WITH TERROR AND COLD,
.... OBEYED MR. QUILP'S DIRECTIONS IN SUBMISSIVE SILENCE--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: "HALLOA!"--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: ELEVATING HIS GLASS, DRANK TO THEIR NEXT MERRY-MEETING IN
THAT JOVIAL SPOT--Chap. li.]


[Illustration: THE CHILD SAT DOWN IN THIS OLD SILENT PLACE--Chap.
liii.]

[Illustration: "THEN, MARCHIONESS," SAID MR. SWIVELLER, "FIRE
AWAY!"--Chap. lviii.]

[Illustration: THE AIR WAS, "AWAY WITH MELANCHOLY"--Chap. lvlli.]

[Illustration: "IS IT LIKE KIT--IS IT HIS PICTURE, HIS IMAGE, HIS VERY
SELF?"--Chap. lxii.]

[Illustration: THE MARCHIONESS JUMPED UP QUICKLY, AND CLAPPED HER
HANDS--Chap. lxiv.]

[Illustration: SHE HAD NOTHING FOR IT NOW, THEREFORE, BUT TO RUN AFTER
THE CHAISE--Chap. lxv.]

[Illustration: TOM IMMEDIATELY WALKED UPON HIS HANDS TO THE WINDOW,
AND--IF THE EXPRESSION BE ALLOWABLE--LOOKED IN WITH HIS SHOES--Chap.
lxvii.]

[Illustration: THE STRONG TIDE FILLED HIS THROAT, AND BORE HIM ON ITS
RAPID CURRENT--Chap. lxvii.]

[Illustration: "MASTER!" HE CRIED, STOOPING ON ONE KNEE AND CATCHING AT
HIS HAND. "DEAR MASTER! SPEAK TO ME!"--Chap. lxxi.]

[Illustration: TWO WRETCHED PEOPLE WERE MORE THAN ONCE OBSERVED TO CRAWL
AT DUSK FROM THE INMOST RECESSES OF ST. GILES'S--Chap. lxxiii.]




BARNABY RUDGE

A TALE OF THE RIOTS OF 'EIGHTY

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FORTY-SIX ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD


[Illustration: "STAND--LET ME SEE YOUR FACE"--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "DOES THE BOY KNOW WHAT HE'S A-SAYING OF!" CRIED THE
ASTONISHED JOHN WILLETT--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "I CAN'T TOUCH HIM!" CRIED THE IDIOT, FALLING BACK AND
SHUDDERING AS WITH A STRONG SPASM; "HE'S BLOODY!"--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "IF I AM EVER," SAID MRS. V.,--NOT SCOLDING, BUT IN A
SORT OF MONOTONOUS REMONSTRANCE--"IN SPIRITS, IF I AM EVER CHEERFUL, IF
I AM EVER MORE THAN USUALLY DISPOSED TO BE TALKATIVE AND COMFORTABLE,
THIS IS THE WAY I AM TREATED"--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: THOSE LIPS WITHIN SIM'S REACH FROM DAY TO DAY, AND YET SO
FAR OFF--Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: "CHESTER," SAID MR. HAREDALE AFTER A SHORT SILENCE,
DURING WHICH HE HAD EYED HIS SMILING FACE FROM TIME TO TIME INTENTLY,
"YOU HAVE THE HEAD AND HEART OF AN EVIL SPIRIT IN ALL MATTERS OF
DECEPTION"--Chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "HE MELTS, I THINK. HE GOES LIKE A DROP OF FROTH. YOU
LOOK AT HIM, AND THERE HE IS. YOU LOOK AT HIM AGAIN, AND--THERE HE
ISN'T"--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: FATHER AND SON--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: "COME, COME, MASTER," CRIED THE FELLOW, URGED ON BY THE
LOOKS OF HIS COMRADES, AND SLAPPING HIM ON THE SHOULDER; "BE MORE
COMPANIONABLE AND COMMUNICATIVE. BE MORE THE GENTLEMAN IN THIS GOOD
COMPANY"--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: WITH THAT HE ADVANCED, AND BENDING DOWN OVER THE
PROSTRATE FORM, SOFTLY TURNED BACK THE HEAD AND LOOKED INTO THE
FACE--Chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: SHE SAT HERE, THOUGHTFUL AND APART, UNTIL THEIR TIME WAS
OUT--Chap. xxv.]

[Illustration: EMMA HAREDALE AND DOLLY VARDEN--Chap. xx.]

[Illustration: "HUFF OR NO HUFF," SAID MR. TAPPERTIT, DETAINING HER BY
THE WRIST. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, JEZEBEL! WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO SAY!
ANSWER ME!"--Chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: HOW THE ACCOMPLISHED GENTLEMAN SPENT THE EVENING IN THE
MIDST OF A DAZZLING AND BRILLIANT CIRCLE--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: NOW HE WOULD CALL TO HER FROM THE TOPMOST BRANCH OF SOME
HIGH TREE BY THE ROADSIDE--Chap. xxv.]

[Illustration: "I BEG PARDON--DO I ADDRESS MISS HAREDALE!"--Chap.
xxix.]

[Illustration: FINISHED BY DRIVING HIM WITH SURPRISING SWIFTNESS AGAINST
A HEAP OF SPITTOONS IN ONE CORNER--Chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: LORD GEORGE GORDON LEAVING THE MAYPOLE--Chap. xxxvii.]

[Illustration: "IF THEY'RE A DREAM," SAID SIM, "LET SCULPTURES HAVE SUCH
WISIONS, AND CHISEL'EM OUT WHEN THEY WAKE. THIS IS REALITY. SLEEP HAS NO
SUCH LIMBS AS THEM"--Chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: "HA, HA!" ROARED THE FELLOW, SMITING HIS LEG; "FOR A
GENTLEMAN AS 'ULL SAY A PLEASANT THING IN A PLEASANT WAY, GIVE ME MUSTER
GASHFORD AGIN ALL LONDON AND WESTMINSTER!"--Chap. xxxvii.]

[Illustration: A NICE TRIO--Chap. xxxix.]

[Illustration: GABRIEL VARDEN--Chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "HE RETORT!" CRIED HAREDALE. "LOOK YOU HERE, MY LORD. DO
YOU KNOW THIS MAN!"--Chap. xliii.]

[Illustration: "IN THE NAME OF GOD NO!" SHRIEKED THE WIDOW, DARTING
FORWARD. "BARNABY--MY LORD--SEE--HE'LL COME BACK--BARNABY--BARNABY!"--Chap.
xlviii.]

[Illustration: "A BRAVE EVENING, MOTHER! IF WE HAD CHINKING IN OUR
POCKETS BUT A FEW SPECKS OF THAT GOLD WHICH IS PILED UP YONDER IN THE
SKY, WE SHOULD BE RICH FOR LIFE"--Chap. xlv.]

[Illustration: THEN SEATING HIMSELF UNDER A SPREADING HONEYSUCKLE, AND
STRETCHING HIS LEGS ACROSS THE THRESHOLD SO THAT NO PERSON COULD PASS IN
OR OUT WITHOUT HIS KNOWLEDGE, HE TOOK FROM HIS POCKET A PIPE, FLINT,
STEEL, AND TINDER-BOX, AND BEGAN TO SMOKE--Chap. xlv.]

[Illustration: THE POLE SWEPT THE AIR ABOVE THE PEOPLE'S HEADS, AND THE
MAN'S SADDLE WAS EMPTY IN AN INSTANT--Chap. xlix.]

[Illustration: IT FLITTED ONWARD, AND WAS GONE--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: "YOU HAVE BEEN DRINKING," SAID THE LOCKSMITH--Chap. li.]

[Illustration: FLUNG ITSELF UPON THE FOREMOST ONE, KNELT DOWN UPON ITS
BREAST, AND CLUTCHED ITS THROAT WITH BOTH HANDS--Chap. lvi.]

[Illustration: PUTTING HIS STAFF ACROSS HIS KNEES IN CASE OF ALARM OR
SURPRISE, SUMMONED GRIP TO DINNER--Chap. lvii.]

[Illustration: LOOKED MOODILY ON AS SHE FLEW TO MISS HAREDALE'S
SIDE--Chap. lix.]

[Illustration: "WILL YOU COME?"

"I!" SAID THE LORD MAYOR MOST EMPHATICALLY. "CERTAINLY NOT"--Chap.
lxi.]

[Illustration: "STOP!" CRIED THE LOCKSMITH, IN A VOICE THAT MADE THEM
FALTER--PRESENTING, AS HE SPOKE, A GUN. "LET AN OLD MAN DO THAT. YOU CAN
SPARE HIM BETTER"--Chap. lxiii.]

[Illustration: THE BURNING OF NEWGATE--Chap. lxiv.]

[Illustration: "NO OFFENCE, NO OFFENCE," SAID THAT PERSONAGE IN A
CONCILIATORY TONE, AS HUGH STOPPED IN HIS DRAUGHT AND EYED HIM, WITH NO
PLEASANT LOOK FROM HEAD TO FOOT--Chap. lxix.]

[Illustration: "TENDER-HEARTED!" ECHOED DENNIS. "TENDER-HEARTED! LOOK AT
THIS MAN. DO YOU CALL THIS CONSTITOOTIONAL! DO YOU SEE HIM SHOT THROUGH
AND THROUGH, INSTEAD OF BEING WORKED OFF LIKE A BRITON! DAMME IF I KNOW
WHICH PARTY TO SIDE WITH"--Chap. lxix.]

[Illustration: "YOU OUGHT TO BE THE BEST INSTEAD OF THE WORST," SAID
HUGH, STOPPING BEFORE HIM. "HA, HA, HA! SEE THE HANGMAN WHEN IT COMES
HOME TO HIM!"--Chap. lxxvi.]

[Illustration: "I SHALL BLESS YOUR NAME," SOBBED THE LOCKSMITH'S LITTLE
DAUGHTER, "AS LONG AS I LIVE"--Chap. lxxii.]

[Illustration: SAT THE UNHAPPY AUTHOR OF ALL--LORD GEORGE GORDON--Chap.
lxxiii.]

[Illustration: HE ROSE FROM HIS BED WITH A HEAVY SIGH, AND WRAPPED
HIMSELF IN HIS MORNING GOWN. "SO SHE KEPT HER WORD," HE SAID, "AND WAS
CONSTANT TO HER THREAT!"--Chap. lxxv.]

[Illustration: THE LOCKSMITH'S RUDDY FACE AND BURLY FORM COULD BE
DESCRIED, BEATING ABOUT AS THOUGH HE WAS STRUGGLING WITH A ROUGH
SEA--Chap. lxxix.]

[Illustration: RECLINING, IN AN EASY ATTITUDE, WITH HIS BACK AGAINST A
TREE, AND CONTEMPLATING THE RUIN WITH AN EXPRESSION OF PLEASURE--Chap.
lxxxi.]

[Illustration: RAISING HIMSELF UPON HIS HANDS, HE GAZED AT HIM FOR AN
INSTANT WITH SCORN AND HATRED IN HIS LOOK--Chap. lxxxi.]

[Illustration: GRIP THE RAVEN--Chap. the last.]




AMERICAN NOTES

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TEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY A. B. FROST


[Illustration: "RATHER A HEAVY SEA ON, SIR, AND A HEAD WIND"--Chap. ii].

[Illustration: RAILWAY DIALOGUE--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: WHEN SUDDENLY THE LIVELY HERO DASHES IN TO THE
RESCUE--Chap. vi.]

[Illustration: IN THE WHITE HOUSE--Chap. vii]

[Illustration: IN THE CABIN OF THE CANAL BOAT--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: EMIGRANTS--Chap. xi.]

[Illustration: "NOT YET AWHILE, SIR, NOT YET"--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: AND HAVING HIS WET PIPE PRESENTED TO HIM, ETC.--Chap.
xv.]

[Illustration: AS THE COACH STOPS A GENTLEMAN IN A STRAW HAT LOOKS OUT
OF THE WINDOW--Chap. xiv.]




THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF MARTIN CHUZZLEWIT

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FIFTY-NINE ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD

[Illustration: "I SEE YOU," CRIED MISS PECKSNIFF TO THE IDEAL INFLICTOR
OF A RUNAWAY KNOCK, "YOU'LL CATCH IT; SIR!"--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: MR. PECKSNIFF, LOOKING SWEETLY OVER THE HALF-DOOR OF THE
PAR, AND INTO THE VISTA OF SNUG PRIVACY BEYOND, MURMURED, "GOOD EVENING,
MRS. LUPIN"--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "WE WILL SAY, IF YOU PLEASE," ADDED MR. PECKSNIFF, WITH
GREAT TENDERNESS OF MANNER, "THAT IT ARISES FROM A COLD IN THE HEAD, OR
IS ATTRIBUTABLE TO SNUFF, OR SMELLING SALTS, OR ONIONS, OR ANYTHING BUT
THE REAL CAUSE"--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: MR. PECKSNIFF IS INTRODUCED TO A RELATIVE BY MR.
TIGG--Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: "HE TURNED A WHIMSICAL FACE AND VERY MERRY PAIR OF BLUE
EYES ON MR. PINCH."--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: "LET US BE MERRY." HERE HE TOOK A CAPTAIN'S
BISCUIT--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: "STILL A-BED," REPLIED THE BOY; "I WISH THEY WOS STILL
A-BED. THEY'RE VERY NOISY A-BED; ALL CALLING FOR THEIR BOOTS AT
ONCE"--Chap. viii.]

[Illustration: "OH CHIV, CHIV," MURMURED MR. TIGG, "YOU HAVE A NOBLY
INDEPENDENT NATURE, CHIV"--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "YOU'RE A PAIR OF WHITTINGTONS, GENTS, WITHOUT THE CAT,
... MY NAME IS TIGG; HOW DO YOU DO?"--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "I SAY--THERE'S FOWLS TO-MORROW, NOT SKINNY ONES. OH
NO!"--Chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "DO NOT REPINE, MY FRIENDS," SAID MR. PECKSNIFF,
TENDERLY. "DO NOT WEEP FOR ME. IT IS CHRONIC"--Chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "WE SOMETIMES VENTURE TO CONSIDER HER RATHER A FINE
FIGURE, SIR. SPEAKING AS AN ARTIST, I MAY PERHAPS BE PERMITTED TO
SUGGEST, THAT ITS OUTLINE IS GRACEFUL AND CORRECT"--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: THE DOOR OF A SMALL GLASS OFFICE, WHICH WAS PARTITIONED
OFF FROM THE REST OF THE ROOM, WAS SLOWLY OPENED, AND A LITTLE
BLEAR-EYED, WEAZEN-FACED, ANCIENT MAN CAME CREEPING OUT.--Chap. xi.]

[Illustration: "STAND OFF FOR A MOMENT, TOM," CRIED THE OLD PUPIL, ...
"LET ME LOOK AT YOU! JUST THE SAME! NOT A BIT CHANGED!"--Chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "I'M GOING UP," OBSERVED THE DRIVER; "HOUNSLOW, TEN MILES
THIS SIDE LONDON"--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: STUCK HIS HANDS IN HIS SKIRT POCKETS AND SWAGGERED ROUND
THE CORNER.--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: SEEING THAT THERE WAS NO ONE NEAR, AND THAT MARK WAS
STILL INTENT UPON THE FOG, HE NOT ONLY LOOKED AT HER LIPS, BUT KISSED
THEM INTO THE BARGAIN--Chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: ON BOARD THE "SCREW"--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: "IT IS IN SUCH ENLIGHTENED MEANS," SAID A VOICE ALMOST IN
MARTIN'S EAR, "THAT THE BUBBLING PASSIONS OF MY COUNTRY FIND A
VENT"--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: "YOU'RE THE PLEASANTEST FELLOW I HAVE SEEN YET," SAID
MARTIN, CLAPPING HIM ON THE BACK, "AND GIVE ME A BETTER APPETITE THAN
BITTERS"--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: JINIRAL BLADDOCK!--Chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "MATTER!" CRIED THE VOICE OF MR. PECKSNIFF, AS PECKSNIFF
IN THE FLESH SMILED AMIABLY UPON HIM. "THE MATTER, MR. JONAS!"--Chap.
xviii.]

[Illustration: "WELL, MRS. GAMP, AND HOW ARE _you!_ MRS. GAMP," SAID THE
GENTLEMAN, IN A VOICE AS SOFT AS HIS STEP--Chap. xix.]

[Illustration: "OH! I DON'T MIND YOUR PINCHING," GRINNED JONAS, "A
BIT"--Chap. xx.]

[Illustration: "I WAS MERELY REMARKING, GENTLEMEN--THOUGH IT'S A POINT
OF VERY LITTLE IMPORT--THAT THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND DOES NOT HAPPEN TO LIVE
IN THE TOWER OF LONDON"--Chap. xxi.]

[Illustration: "WELL, SIR!" SAID THE CAPTAIN PUTTING HIS HAT A LITTLE
MORE ON ONE SIDE, FOR IT WAS RATHER TIGHT IN THE CROWN: "YOU'RE QUITE A
PUBLIC MAN I CALC'LATE"--Chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: HE FLOURISHED HIS STICK OVER TOM'S HEAD; BUT IN A MOMENT
IT WAS SPINNING HARMLESSLY IN THE AIR, AND JONAS HIMSELF LAY SPRAWLING
IN THE DITCH--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: "LOOK ABOUT YOU," HE SAID, POINTING TO THE GRAVES; "AND
REMEMBER THAT FROM YOUR BRIDAL HOUR TO THE DAY WHICH SEES YOU BROUGHT AS
LOW AS THESE, AND LAID IN SUCH A BED, THERE WILL BE NO APPEAL AGAINST
HIM!"--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: "WHETHER I SICKS OR MONTHLIES, MA'AM ... I DO REQUIRE IT,
WHICH I MAKES CONFESSION, TO BE BROUGHT REG'LAR AND DRAW'D MILD"--Chap.
xxv.]

[Illustration: "THERE'S NOTHIN' HE DON'T KNOW; THAT'S MY OPINION,"
OBSERVED MRS. GAMP. "ALL THE WICKEDNESS OF THE WORLD IS PRINT TO
HIM"--Chap. xxvi.]

[Illustration: THE SPIDER AND THE FLY--Chap. xxvii.]

[Illustration: "TIMES IS CHANGED, AIN'T THEY! I SAY, HOW YOU'VE
GROWED!"--Chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: RUSTLING AMONG LAST YEAR'S LEAVES, WHOSE SCENT WOKE
MEMORY OF THE PAST, THE PLACID PECKSNIFF STROLLED--Chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: "I SAY," CRIED TOM, IN GREAT EXCITEMENT, "HE IS A
SCOUNDREL AND A VILLAIN! I DON'T CARE WHO HE IS, I SAY HE IS A
DOUBLE-DYED AND MOST INTOLERABLE VILLAIN"--Chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: "MR. PINCH," SAID MR. PECKSNIFF, SHAKING HIS HEAD, "OH,
MR. PINCH! I WONDER HOW YOU CAN LOOK ME IN THE FACE!"--Chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: ON THE FOURTEENTH NIGHT HE KISSED MISS PECKSNIFF'S
SNUFFERS, IN THE PASSAGE, WHEN SHE WENT UPSTAIRS TO BED: MEANING TO HAVE
KISSED HER HAND, BUT MISSING IT--Chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: "Jolly"--Chap. xxxiii.]

[Illustration: "WHY, WHAT THE 'TARNAL!" CRIED THE CAPTAIN. "WELL! I DO
ADMIRE AT THIS, I DO!"--Chap. xxxiv.]

[Illustration: MR. PECKSNIFF, PLACID, CALM, BUT PROUD. HONESTLY PROUD
... GENTLY TRAVELLING ACROSS THE DISC, AS IF HE WERE A FIGURE IN A MAGIC
LANTERN--Chap. xxxv.]

[Illustration: "NO RIGHT!" CRIED THE BRASS AND COPPER FOUNDER--Chap.
xxxvi.]

[Illustration: MR. NADGETT PRODUCES THE RESULT OF HIS PRIVATE
INQUIRIES--Chap. xxxviii.]

[Illustration: "I AM GOING TO BEGIN, TOM. DON'T YOU WONDER WHY I BUTTER
THE INSIDE OF THE BASIN!" SAID HIS BUSY LITTLE SISTER, "EH, TOM?"--Chap.
xxxix.]

[Illustration: "I CAN'T SAY; IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO TELL. I REALLY HAVE NO
IDEA. BUT," SAID FIPS, TAKING OFF A VERY DEEP IMPRESSION OF THE
WAFER-STAMP UPON THE CALF OF HIS LEFT LEG, AND LOOKING STEADILY AT TOM,
"I DON'T KNOW THAT IT'S A MATTER OF MUCH CONSEQUENCE"--Chap. xxxix.]

[Illustration: MRS. GAMP CREATES A SENSATION WITH HER UMBRELLA--Chap.
xl.]

[Illustration: "NOW, COULD YOU CUT A MANS THROAT WITH SUCH A THING AS
THIS!" DEMANDED JONAS--Chap. xli.]

[Illustration: AWOKE TO FIND JONAS STANDING AT HIS BEDSIDE WATCHING HIM.
AND THAT VERY DOOR WIDE OPEN.--Chap. xlii.]

[Illustration: FAMILIAR FACES--Chap. xliii.]

[Illustration: "OH FIE, FIE!" CRIED MR. PECKSNIFF. "YOU ARE VERY
PLEASANT. THAT I AM SURE YOU DON'T! THAT I AM SURE YOU DON'T! HOW CAN
YOU, YOU KNOW"--Chap. xliv.]

[Illustration: MR. MODDLE, WITH A DARK LOOK, REPLIED: "THE DRIVERS WON'T
DO IT"--Chap. xlvi.]

[Illustration: MRS. GAMP FAVOURS THE COMPANY WITH AN EXHIBITION OF
PROFESSIONAL SKILL--Chap. xlvi.]

[Illustration: DONE--Chap. xlvii.]

[Illustration: "SPEAK OUT!" SAID MARTIN, "AND SPEAK THE TRUTH"--Chap.
xlvii.]

[Illustration: THEN MRS. GAMP ROSE--MORALLY AND PHYSICALLY ROSE--AND
DENOUNCED HER--Chap. xlix.]

[Illustration: BROTHER AND SISTER--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: HE STARTED BACK AS HIS EYES MET THOSE, STANDING IN AN
ANGLE OF THE WALL, AND STARING AT HIM. HIS NECKERCHIEF WAS OFF; HIS FACE
WAS ASHY PALE--Chap. li.]

[Illustration: THE FALL OF PECKSNIFF--Chap. lii.]

[Illustration: "YES SIR," RETURNED MISS PECKSNIFF, MODESTLY, "I AM.
I--MY DRESS IS RATHER--REALLY MRS. TODGERS!"--Chap. liv.]

[Illustration: TOM'S REVERIE--Chap. liv.]




CHRISTMAS BOOKS

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TWENTY-EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD


[Illustration: "IT'S NOT CONVENIENT," SAID SCROOGE, "AND IT'S NOT FAIR.
IF I WAS TO STOP HALF-A-CROWN FOR IT, YOU'D THINK YOURSELF ILL USED,
I'LL BE BOUND!"--_A Christmas Carol_, Stave i.]

[Illustration: MARLEY'S GHOST--_A Christmas Carol_, Stave i.]

[Illustration: HE HAD BEEN TIM'S BLOOD-HORSE ALL THE WAY FROM CHURCH,
AND HAD COME HOME RAMPANT--_A Christmas Carol_, Stave iii.]

[Illustration: THIS PLEASANTRY WAS RECEIVED WITH A GENERAL LAUGH--_A
Christmas Carol_, Stave iv.]

[Illustration: "WHAT DO YOU CALL THIS!" SAID JOE, "BED CURTAINS!"--_A
Christmas Carol_, Stave iv.]

[Illustration: "NO," SAID TOBY, AFTER ANOTHER SNIFF. "IT'S--IT'S
MELLOWER THAN POLONIES. IT'S VERY NICE. IT IMPROVES EVERY MOMENT. IT'S
TOO DECIDED FOR TROTTERS. AN'T IT!"--_The Chimes_, First Quarter]

[Illustration: THE POOR MAN'S FRIEND.--_The Chimes_, Second Quarter]

[Illustration: "NEVER MORE, MEG; NEVER MORE! HERE! HERE! CLOSE TO YOU,
HOLDING TO YOU, FEELING YOUR DEAR BREATH UPON MY FACE!"--_The Chimes_,
Third Quarter]

[Illustration: "WHITHER THOU GOEST, I CAN NOT GO; WHERE THOU LODGEST, I
DO NOT LODGE; THY PEOPLE ARE NOT MY PEOPLE; NOR THY GOD, MY GOD!"--_The
Chimes_, Third Quarter]

[Illustration: "YOU'RE IN SPIRITS TUGBY, MY DEAR," OBSERVED HIS WIFE....
"NO," SAID TUGBY. "NO; NOT PARTICULAR. I'M A LITTLE ELEVATED. THE
MUFFINS CAME SO PAT!"--_The Chimes_, Fourth Quarter]

[Illustration: JOHN PEERYBINGLE'S FIRESIDE--_The Cricket on the Hearth_,
Chirp the first]

[Illustration: "DID ITS MOTHER MAKE IT UP A BEDS, THEN!" CRIED MISS
SLOWBOY TO THE BABY; "AND DID ITS HAIR GROW BROWN AND CURLY WHEN ITS
CAPS WAS LIFTED OFF, AND FRIGHTEN IT, A PRECIOUS PETS, A SITTING BY THE
FIRES!"--_The Cricket on the Hearth_, Chirp the first]

[Illustration: "THE EXTENT TO WHICH HE'S WINKING AT THIS MOMENT!"
WHISPERED CALEB TO HIS DAUGHTER. "OH, MY GRACIOUS!"--_The Cricket on the
Hearth_, Chirp the second]

[Illustration: SUFFERING HIM TO CLASP HER ROUND THE WAIST, AS THEY MOVED
SLOWLY DOWN THE DIM WOODEN GALLERY--_The Cricket on the Hearth_, Chirp
the second]

[Illustration: AFTER DINNER CALEB SANG THE SONG ABOUT THE SPARKLING
BOWL--_The Cricket on the Hearth_, Chirp the third]

[Illustration: THE PLOUGHSHARE STILL TURNED UP, FROM TIME TO TIME, SOME
RUSTY BITS OF METAL, BUT IT WAS HARD TO SAY WHAT USE THEY HAD EVER
SERVED, AND THOSE WHO FOUND THEM WONDERED AND DISPUTED--_The Battle of
Life_, Part the first]

[Illustration: "BY THE BYE," AND HE LOOKED INTO THE PRETTY FACE, STILL
CLOSE TO HIS, "I SUPPOSE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY"--_The Battle of Life_, Part
the first]

[Illustration: "I THINK IT WILL BE BETTER NOT TO HEAR THIS, MR. CRAGGS!"
SAID SNITCHEY, LOOKING AT HIM ACROSS THE CLIENT. "I THINK NOT," SAID
CRAGGS--BOTH LISTENING ATTENTIVELY--_The Battle of Life_, Part the
second]

[Illustration: "WHAT IS THE MATTER!" HE EXCLAIMED. "I DON'T KNOW. I--I
AM AFRAID TO THINK. GO BACK. HARK!"--_The Battle of Life_, Part the
second]

[Illustration: GUESSED HALF ALOUD, "MILK AND WATER," "MONTHLY WARNING,"
"MICE AND WALNUTS"--AND COULDN'T APPROACH HER MEANING--_The Battle of
Life_, Part the third]

[Illustration: "MERRY AND HAPPY, WAS IT?" ASKED THE CHEMIST IN A LOW
VOICE. "MERRY AND HAPPY OLD MAN!"--_The Haunted Man_, chap. i.]

[Illustration: IT ROVED FROM DOOR-STEP TO DOOR-STEP, IN THE ARMS OF
LITTLE JOHNNY TETTERBY, AND LAGGED HEAVILY AT THE REAR OF TROOPS OF
JUVENILES WHO FOLLOWED THE TUMBLERS, ETC.--_The Haunted Man_, chap.
ii.]

[Illustration: "MR. REDLAW!" HE EXCLAIMED, AND STARTED UP--_The Haunted
Man_, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "I'M NOT A-GOING TO TAKE YOU THERE. LET ME BE OR I'LL
HEAVE SOME FIRE AT YOU!"--_The Haunted Man_, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "YOU SPEAK TO ME OF WHAT IS LYING HERE," THE PHANTOM
INTERPOSED, AND POINTED WITH ITS FINGER TO THE BOY--_The Haunted Man_,
chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "WHAT A WONDERFUL MAN YOU ARE, FATHER! HOW ARE YOU
FATHER? ARE YOU REALLY PRETTY HEARTY, THOUGH?" SAID WILLIAM, SHAKING
HANDS WITH HIM AGAIN, AND PATTING HIM AGAIN, AND RUBBING HIM GENTLY DOWN
AGAIN--_The Haunted Man_, chap. iii.]

[Illustration: THE SEDATE FACE IN THE PORTRAIT, WITH THE BEARD AND RUFF,
LOOKED DOWN AT THEM--_The Haunted Man_, chap. iii.]




PICTURES FROM ITALY

[Illustration]

EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY GORDON THOMSON


[Illustration: THE MALLE POST--_Going Through France_]

[Illustration: PLAYING AT MORA--_Genoa and its Neighbourhood_]

[Illustration: THE CHURCH AND THE WORLD--_To Parma, Modena, and
Bologna_]

[Illustration: AN ITALIAN DREAM]

[Illustration: A SKETCH AT THE CARNIVAL--_Rome_]

[Illustration: ARTISTS' MODELS--_Rome_]

[Illustration: PRIESTS AND MONKS--_A Rapid Diorama_]




DEALINGS WITH THE FIRM OF DOMBEY AND SON WHOLESALE, RETAIL AND FOR
EXPORTATION

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SIXTY-TWO ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD


[Illustration: A THOROUGH CONTRAST IN ALL RESPECTS TO MR. DOMBEY--Chap.
ii.]

[Illustration: "I MAY BE FOND OF PENNYWINKLES, MRS. RICHARDS, BUT IT
DON'T FOLLOW THAT I'M TO HAVE 'EM FOR TEA"--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "SO HERE'S TO DOMBEY--AND SON--AND DAUGHTER"--Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: MR. DOMBEY DISMOUNTING FIRST TO HELP THE LADIES
OUT--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: "WHY, WHAT CAN YOU WANT WITH DOMBEY AND SON'S!" ... "TO
KNOW THE WAY THERE, IF YOU PLEASE."--Chap. vi.]

[Illustration: FLORENCE OBEYED AS FAST AS HER TREMBLING HANDS WOULD
ALLOW; KEEPING, ALL THE WHILE, A FRIGHTENED EYE ON MRS. BROWN--Chap.
vi.]

[Illustration: DOMBEY AND SON--Chap. viii.]

[Illustration: LISTENING TO THE SEA--Chap. viii.]

[Illustration: AND WHEN HE GOT THERE, SAT DOWN IN A CHAIR, AND FELL INTO
A SILENT FIT OF LAUGHTER WITH WHICH HE WAS SOMETIMES SEIZED, AND WHICH
WAS ALWAYS PARTICULARLY AWFUL--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: WHEN THE DOCTOR SMILED AUSPICIOUSLY AT HIS AUTHOR, OR
KNIT HIS BROWS, OR SHOOK HIS HEAD AND MADE WRY FACES AT HIM, AS MUCH AS
TO SAY, "DON'T TELL ME, SIR; I KNOW BETTER," IT WAS TERRIFIC--Chap.
xi.]

[Illustration: "YOUR FATHER'S REGULARLY RICH, AIN'T HE!" INQUIRED MR.
TOOTS. "YES, SIR," SAID PAUL; "HE'S DOMBEY AND SON"--Chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "YOU RESPECT NOBODY, CARKER, I THINK," SAID MR. DOMBEY.
"NO!" INQUIRED CARKER, WITH ANOTHER WIDE AND MOST FELINE SHOW OF HIS
TEETH--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: DURING THIS CONVERSATION, WALTER HAD LOOKED FROM ONE
BROTHER TO THE OTHER WITH PAIN AND AMAZEMENT--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: PAUL ALSO ASKED HIM, AS A PRACTICAL MAN, WHAT HE THOUGHT
ABOUT KING ALFRED'S IDEA OF MEASURING TIME BY THE BURNING OF CANDLES, TO
WHICH THE WORKMAN REPLIED THAT HE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE THE RUIN OF THE
CLOCK TRADE IF IT WAS TO COME UP AGAIN--Chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: THE BREAKING-UP PARTY AT DOCTOR BLIMBER'S--Chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: BEFORE THEY HAD GONE VERY FAR, THEY ENCOUNTERED A WOMAN
SELLING FLOWERS: WHEN THE CAPTAIN, STOPPING SHORT, AS IF STRUCK BY A
HAPPY IDEA, MADE A PURCHASE OF THE LARGEST BUNDLE IN HER BASKET--Chap.
xv.]

[Illustration: ALL THIS TIME, THE BEREAVED FATHER HAS NOT BEEN SEEN EVEN
BY HIS ATTENDANT; FOR HE SITS IN A CORNER OF HIS OWN DARK ROOM--Chap.
xviii.]

[Illustration: IT WAS REPEATED OFTEN--VERY OFTEN, IN THE SHADOWY
SOLITUDE; AND BROKEN MURMURS OF THE STRAIN STILL TREMBLED ON THE KEYS,
WHEN THE SWEET VOICE WAS HUSHED IN TEARS--Chap. xviii.]

[Illustration: TOOK UNCLE SOL'S SNUFF-COLOURED LAPPELS, ONE IN EACH
HAND; KISSED HIM ON THE CHEEK, ETC.--Chap. xix.]

[Illustration: "TAKE ADVICE FROM PLAIN OLD JOE, AND NEVER EDUCATE THAT
SORT OF PEOPLE, SIR," RETURNED THE MAJOR. "DAMME, SIR, IT NEVER DOES! IT
ALWAYS FAILS!"--Chap. xx.]

[Illustration: WITHERS THE WAN, AT THIS PERIOD, HANDING ROUND THE TEA,
MR. DOMBEY AGAIN ADDRESSED HIMSELF TO EDITH--Chap. xxi.]

[Illustration: "DO YOU KNOW THAT THERE IS SOME ONE HERE!" SHE RETURNED,
NOW LOOKING AT HIM STEADILY--Chap. xxxvi.]

[Illustration: "LET YOU ALONE!" SAID MR. CARKER. "WHAT! I HAVE GOT YOU,
HAVE I!" THERE WAS NO DOUBT OF THAT, AND TIGHTLY TOO. "YOU DOG," SAID
MR. CARKER, THROUGH HIS SET JAWS, "I'LL STRANGLE YOU!"--Chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH CAPTAIN CUTTLE, I SHOULD WISH TO
KNOW!" SAID MRS. MACSTINGER. "SHOULD YOU! THEN I'M SORRY THAT YOU WON'T
BE SATISFIED," RETURNED MISS NIPPER--Chap. xxiii.]

[Illustration: THE FLOWERS WERE SCATTERED ON THE GROUND LIKE DUST; THE
EMPTY HANDS WERE SPREAD UPON THE FACE; AND ORPHANED FLORENCE, SHRINKING
DOWN UPON THE GROUND, WEPT LONG AND BITTERLY--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: THE CAPTAIN'S VOICE WAS SO TREMENDOUS, AND HE CAME OUT OF
HIS CORNER WITH SUCH WAY ON HIM, THAT ROB RETREATED BEFORE HIM INTO
ANOTHER CORNER; HOLDING OUT THE KEYS AND PACKET, TO PREVENT HIMSELF FROM
BEING RUN DOWN--Chap. xxv.]

[Illustration: "GO AND MEET HER!"--Chap. xxvii.]

[Illustration: "THANK YOU. I HAVE NO DESIRE TO READ IT," WAS HER
ANSWER--Chap. xxvi.]

[Illustration: "A CHILD!" SAID EDITH, LOOKING AT HER. "WHEN WAS I A
CHILD! WHAT CHILDHOOD DID YOU EVER LEAVE TO ME!"--Chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: LUCRETIA TOX'S REVERIE--Chap. xxix.]

[Illustration: ONE OF THE VERY TALL YOUNG MEN ON HIRE, WHOSE ORGAN OF
VENERATION WAS IMPERFECTLY DEVELOPED, THRUSTING HIS TONGUE INTO HIS
CHEEK, FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT OF THE OTHER VERY TALL YOUNG MAN ON HIRE,
AS THE COUPLE TURNED INTO THE DINING-ROOM--Chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: SHE STARTED, STOPPED, AND LOOKED IN--Chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: IN A FIRM, FREE HAND, THE BRIDE SUBSCRIBES HER NAME IN
THE REGISTER--Chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: "GO," SAID THE GOOD-HUMOURED MANAGER, GATHERING UP HIS
SKIRTS, AND STANDING ASTRIDE ON THE HEARTH-RUG, "LIKE A SENSIBLE FELLOW,
AND LET US HAVE NO TURNING OUT, OR ANY SUCH VIOLENT MEASURES"--Chap.
xxxii.]

[Illustration: AND READING SOFTLY TO HIMSELF, IN THE LITTLE BACK
PARLOUR, AND STOPPING NOW AND THEN TO WIPE HIS EYES, THE CAPTAIN, IN A
TRUE AND SIMPLE SPIRIT, COMMITTED WALTER'S BODY TO THE DEEP--Chap.
xxxii.]

[Illustration: A CERTAIN SKILFUL ACTION OF HIS FINGERS AS HE HUMMED SOME
BARS, AND BEAT TIME ON THE SEAT BESIDE HIM, SEEMED TO DENOTE THE
MUSICIAN--Chap. xxxiii.]

[Illustration: "SHE'S COME BACK HARDER THAN SHE WENT!" CRIED THE MOTHER,
LOOKING UP IN HER FACE, AND STILL HOLDING TO HER KNEES--Chap. xxxiv.]

[Illustration: WITHERS, MEETING HIM ON THE STAIRS, STOOD AMAZED AT THE
BEAUTY OF HIS TEETH, AND AT HIS BRILLIANT SMILE--Chap. xxxvii.]

[Illustration: RAN SNIGGERING OFF TO GET CHANGE, AND TOSSED IT AWAY WITH
A PIEMAN--Chap. xxxviii.]

[Illustration: "AND YOU'RE A-GOING TO DESERT YOUR COLOURS, ARE YOU, MY
LAD," SAID THE CAPTAIN, AFTER A LONG EXAMINATION OF HIS FACE--Chap.
xxxix.]

[Illustration: MR. TOOTS REPLIES BY LAUNCHING WILDLY OUT INTO MISS
DOMBEY'S PRAISES, AND BY INSINUATIONS THAT SOMETIMES HE THINKS HE SHOULD
LIKE TO BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT--Chap. xli.]

[Illustration: "DOMBEY," SAYS COUSIN FEENIX, "UPON MY SOUL, I AM VERY
MUCH SHOCKED TO SEE YOU ON SUCH A MELANCHOLY OCCASION"--Chap. xli.]

[Illustration: "DO YOU CALL IT MANAGING THIS ESTABLISHMENT, MADAM," SAID
MR. DOMBEY, "TO LEAVE A PERSON LIKE THIS AT LIBERTY TO COME AND TALK TO
ME!"--Chap. xliv.]

[Illustration: "MISS DOMBEY," RETURNED MR. TOOTS, "IF YOU'LL ONLY NAME
ONE, YOU'LL--YOU'LL GIVE ME AN APPETITE. TO WHICH," SAID MR. TOOTS, WITH
SOME SENTIMENT, "I HAVE LONG BEEN A STRANGER"--Chap. xliv.]

[Illustration: FLUNG IT DOWN, AND TROD UPON THE GLITTERING HEAP--Chap.
xlvii.]

[Illustration: THROWN DOWN IN A COSTLY MASS UPON THE GROUND WAS EVERY
ORNAMENT SHE HAD HAD SINCE SHE HAD BEEN HIS WIFE; EVERY DRESS SHE HAD
WORN; AND EVERYTHING SHE HAD POSSESSED--Chap. xlvii.]

[Illustration: FLORENCE MADE A MOTION WITH HER HAND TOWARDS HIM, REELED
AND FELL UPON THE FLOOR--Chap. xlviii.]

[Illustration: WHEN HE HAD FILLED HIS PIPE IN AN ABSOLUTE REVERIE OF
SATISFACTION, FLORENCE LIGHTED IT FOR HIM--Chap. xlix.]

[Illustration: BLESSED TWILIGHT STEALING ON, AND SHADING HER SO
SOOTHINGLY AND GRAVELY AS SHE FALLS ASLEEP, LIKE A HUSHED CHILD, UPON
THE BOSOM SHE HAS CLUNG TO!--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: IT APPEARS THAT HE MET EVERYBODY CONCERNED IN THE LATE
TRANSACTION, EVERYWHERE, AND SAID TO THEM, "SIR," OR "MADAM," AS THE
CASE WAS, "WHY DO YOU LOOK SO PALE!" AT WHICH EACH SHUDDERED FROM HEAD
TO FOOT, AND SAID, "OH, PERCH!" AND RAN AWAY--Chap. li.]

[Illustration: D. I. J. O. N--Chap. lii.]

[Illustration: STILL UPON HER KNEES, AND WITH HER EYES UPON THE
FIRE--Chap. liii.]

[Illustration: HE SAW THE FACE CHANGE FROM ITS VINDICTIVE PASSION TO A
FAINT SICKNESS AND TERROR--Chap. lv.]

[Illustration: AFTER THIS, HE SMOKED FOUR PIPES SUCCESSIVELY IN THE
LITTLE PARLOUR BY HIMSELF, AND WAS DISCOVERED CHUCKLING AT THE
EXPIRATION OF AS MANY HOURS--Chap. lvi.]

[Illustration: "WY, IT'S MEAN .... THAT'S WHERE IT IS. IT'S
MEAN!"--Chap. lvi.]

[Illustration: "JOE HAD BEEN DECEIVED, SIR, TAKEN IN, HOODWINKED,
BLINDFOLDED, BUT WAS BROAD AWAKE AGAIN, AND STARING"--Chap. lviii.]

[Illustration: "YES, MRS. PIPCHIN, IT IS," REPLIES COOK, ADVANCING. "AND
WHAT THEN PRAY!"--Chap. lix.]

[Illustration: "OH, MY GOD, FORGIVE ME, FOR I NEED IT VERY MUCH!"--Chap.
lix.]

[Illustration: "NO, NO!" CRIED FLORENCE, SHRINKING BACK AS SHE ROSE UP,
AND PUTTING OUT HER HANDS TO KEEP HER OFF. "MAMMA!"--Chap. lxi.]

[Illustration: CAPTAIN CUTTLE GIVES THEM THE LOVELY PEG--Chap. lxii.]

[Illustration: "DEAR GRANDPAPA, WHY DO YOU CRY WHEN YOU KISS ME?"--Chap.
lxii.]




THE PERSONAL HISTORY OF DAVID COPPERFIELD

[Illustration]

SIXTY-ONE ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD

[Illustration: PEGGOTTY SEEMED TO SWELL AND GROW IMMENSELY LARGE. I
PROPPED MY EYELIDS OPEN WITH MY TWO FOREFINGERS AND LOOKED PERSEVERINGLY
AT HER, AS SHE SAT AT WORK--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "DEAD, MR. PEGGOTTY!" I HINTED, AFTER A RESPECTFUL PAUSE.

"DROWNDEAD," SAID MR. PEGGOTTY--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "THAT'S NOT IT!" SAID I, "THAT SHIP-LOOKING THING!"
"THAT'S IT, MAS'R DAVY," RETURNED HAM--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: AND WHEN WE CAME AT LAST TO THE FIVE THOUSAND CHEESES
(CANES HE MADE IT THAT DAY, I REMEMBER), MY MOTHER BURST OUT
CRYING--Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: I SAW TO MY AMAZEMENT, PEGGOTTY BURST FROM A HEDGE AND
CLIMB INTO THE CART--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: "HE KNOWS ME, AND I KNOW HIM. DO YOU KNOW ME! HEY!" SAID
MR. CREAKLE, PINCHING MY EAR WITH FEROCIOUS PLAYFULNESS--Chap. vi.]

[Illustration: "LET HIM DENY IT," SAID STEERFORTH--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "DON'T GO, STEERFORTH, IF YOU PLEASE. THESE ARE TWO
YARMOUTH BOATMEN--VERY KIND, GOOD PEOPLE--WHO ARE RELATIONS OF MY NURSE,
AND HAVE COME FROM GRAVESEND TO SEE ME"--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "FATHER!" SAID MINNIE PLAYFULLY. "WHAT A PORPOISE YOU DO
GROW!"--Chap. ix.]

[Illustration: I BEGIN LIFE ON MY OWN ACCOUNT, AND DON'T LIKE IT--Chap.
xi.]

[Illustration: I AM PRESENTED TO MRS. MICAWBER--Chap. xi.]

[Illustration: THE YOUNG MAN STILL REPLIED: "COME TO THE POLLIS!" AND
WAS DRAGGING ME AGAINST THE DONKEY IN A VIOLENT MANNER, AS IF THERE WERE
ANY AFFINITY BETWEEN THAT ANIMAL AND A MAGISTRATE--Chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "OH, MY LUNGS AND LIVER, WILL YOU GO FOR
THREEPENCE!"--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: MR. MICAWBER, IMPRESSING THE NAMES OF THE STREETS AND THE
SHAPES OF CORNER HOUSES UPON ME AS WE WENT ALONG, THAT I MIGHT FIND MY
WAY BACK EASILY IN THE MORNING--Chap. xi.]

[Illustration: THE BATTLE ON THE GREEN--Chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: SHE ALWAYS ROUSED HIM WITH A QUESTION OR CARESS--Chap.
xv.]

[Illustration: "OH, THANK YOU, MASTER COPPERFIELD," SAID URIAH HEEP,
"FOR THAT REMARK! IT IS SO TRUE! 'UMBLE AS I AM, I KNOW IT IS SO TRUE!
OH, THANK YOU, MASTER COPPERFIELD!"--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: THE DOCTOR'S WALK--Chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "I ASK AN INESTIMABLE PRICE FOR IT, MISS LARKINS"....
"INDEED! WHAT IS THAT!" RETURNS MISS LARKINS. "A FLOWER OF YOURS, THAT I
MAY TREASURE IT AS A MISER DOES GOLD"--Chap. xviii.]

[Illustration: "OH, REALLY! YOU KNOW HOW IGNORANT I AM, AND THAT I ONLY
ASK FOR INFORMATION, BUT ISN'T IT ALWAYS SO! I THOUGHT THAT KIND OF LIFE
WAS ON ALL HANDS UNDERSTOOD TO BE--EH!"--Chap. XX.]

[Illustration: PRESENTLY THEY BROUGHT HER TO THE FIRESIDE, VERY MUCH
CONFUSED, AND VERY SHY--Chap. xxi.]

[Illustration: "THAT IS A BLACK SHADOW TO BE FOLLOWING THE GIRL," SAID
STEERFORTH, STANDING STILL; "WHAT DOES IT MEAN!"--Chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: "TROT! MY DEAR TROT!" CRIED MY AUNT, IN A TERRIFIED
WHISPER, AND PRESSING MY ARM. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO"--Chap, xxiii.]

[Illustration: AND MRS. CRUPP SAID, THANK HEAVEN SHE HAD NOW FOUND
SUMMUN SHE COULD CARE FOR--Chap. xxiii.]

[Illustration: HAMLET'S AUNT BETRAYS THE FAMILY FAILING, AND INDULGES IN
A SOLILOQUY ON "BLOOD"--Chap. xxv.]

[Illustration: DORA--Chap. xxvi.]

[Illustration: "HERE," DRAWING THE CLOTH OFF WITH GREAT PRIDE AND CARE,
"ARE TWO PIECES OF FURNITURE TO COMMENCE WITH"--Chap. xxvii.]

[Illustration: MR. MICAWBER IN HIS ELEMENT--Chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: HE WAS FAST ASLEEP; LYING EASILY, WITH HIS HEAD UPON HIS
ARM, AS I HAD OFTEN SEEN HIM LIE AT SCHOOL--Chap. xxix.]

[Illustration: "GIVE ME BREATH ENOUGH," SAYS I TO MY DAUGHTER MINNIE,
"AND I'LL FIND PASSAGES, MY DEAR"--Chap. xxx]

[Illustration: "READ IT, SIR," HE SAID, IN A LOW SHIVERING VOICE. "SLOW,
PLEASE. I DOEN'T KNOW AS I CAN UNDERSTAND"--Chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: "TAKE A WORD OF ADVICE, EVEN FROM THREE FOOT NOTHING, TRY
NOT TO ASSOCIATE BODILY DEFECTS WITH MENTAL, MY GOOD FRIEND, EXCEPT FOR
A SOLID REASON"--Chap. xxxii.]

[Illustration: UNDER THE LILAC TREE--Chap. xxxiii.]

[Illustration: I PARTED FROM HIM, POOR FELLOW, AT THE CORNER OF THE
STREET, WITH HIS GREAT KITE AT HIS BACK, A VERY MONUMENT OF HUMAN
MISERY--Chap. xxxiv.]

[Illustration: "DEUCE TAKE THE MAN!" SAID MY AUNT STERNLY, "WHAT'S HE
ABOUT! DON'T BE GALVANIC, SIR!"--Chap. xxxv.]

[Illustration: "I HARDLY EVER TAKE BREAKFAST, SIR," HE REPLIED WITH HIS
HEAD THROWN BACK IN AN EASY CHAIR. "I FIND IT BORES ME"--Chap. xxxvi.]

[Illustration: "YOU HAVE HEARD MISS MURDSTONE," SAID MR. SPENLOW,
TURNING TO ME. "I BEG TO ASK MR. COPPERFIELD, IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO
SAY IN REPLY!"--Chap. xxxviii.]

[Illustration: "PAPA, YOU ARE NOT WELL. COME WITH ME!"--Chap. xxxix.]

[Illustration: I STOOD FACE TO FACE WITH MR. PEGGOTTY!--Chap. xl.]

[Illustration: "I WONDER WHY YOU EVER FELL IN LOVE WITH ME!" SAID DORA,
BEGINNING ON ANOTHER BUTTON OF MY COAT--Chap. xli.]

[Illustration: HE CAUGHT THE HAND IN HIS, AND WE STOOD IN THAT
CONNECTION, LOOKING AT EACH OTHER--Chap. xlii.]

[Illustration: HOLDING THE PENS--Chap. xliv.]

[Illustration: "THEN, I HAVE GOT IT, BOY!" SAID MR. DICK--Chap. xlv.]

[Illustration: MR. LITTIMER TELLS HIS STORY--Chap. xlvi.]

[Illustration: "OH, THE RIVER!" SHE CRIED PASSIONATELY. "OH, THE
RIVER!"--Chap. xlvii.]

[Illustration: "WHEN I CAN RUN ABOUT AGAIN, AS I USED TO DO, AUNT," SAID
DORA, "I SHALL MAKE JIP RACE. HE IS GETTING QUITE SLOW AND LAZY"--Chap.
xlviii.]

[Illustration: "AND THE NAME OF THE WHOLE ATROCIOUS MASS
IS--HEEP!"--Chap. xlix.]

[Illustration: ROSA DARTLE SPRANG UP FROM HER SEAT: RECOILED, AND IN
RECOILING STRUCK AT HER, WITH A FACE OF SUCH MALIGNITY, SO DARKENED AND
DISFIGURED BY PASSION, THAT I HAD ALMOST THROWN MYSELF BETWEEN
THEM--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: "APPROACH ME AGAIN, YOU--YOU--YOU HEEP OF INFAMY," GASPED
MR. MICAWBER, "AND IF YOUR HEAD IS HUMAN, I'LL BREAK IT. COME ON, COME
ON"--Chap. lii.]

[Illustration: "IT IS MUCH BETTER AS IT IS!"--Chap. liii.]

[Illustration: I HAVE MYSELF DIRECTED SOME ATTENTION, DURING THE PAST
WEEK, TO THE ART OF BAKING--Chap. liv.]

[Illustration: THEY DREW HIM TO MY VERY FEET--INSENSIBLE--DEAD--Chap.
lv.]

[Illustration: I FOUND MR. MICAWBER SITTING IN A CORNER, LOOKING DARKLY
AT THE SHERIFF'S OFFICER WHO HAD EFFECTED THE CAPTURE--Chap. lvii.]

[Illustration: THE STORM--Chap. lv.]

[Illustration: I WALKED UP TO WHERE HE WAS SITTING, AND SAID, "HOW DO
YOU DO, MR. CHILLIP!"--Chap. lix.]

[Illustration: FOR AN INSTANT, A DISTRESSFUL SHADOW CROSSED HER FACE;
BUT, EVEN IN THE START IT GAVE ME, IT WAS GONE--Chap. lx.]

[Illustration: I TOOK AGNES IN MY ARM TO THE BACK OF HER CHAIR, AND WE
BOTH LEANED OVER HER--Chap. lxii.]

[Illustration: "IF A SHIP'S COOK THAT WAS TURNING SETTLER, MAS'R DAVY,
DIDN'T MAKE OFFERS FUR TO MARRY MRS. GUMMIDGE, I'M GORMED--AND I CAN'T
SAY NO FAIRER THAN THAT!"--Chap, lxiii.]

[Illustration: "TROTWOOD, YOU WILL BE GLAD TO HEAR THAT I SHALL FINISH
THE MEMORIAL WHEN I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO DO, AND THAT YOUR AUNT'S THE
MOST EXTRAORDINARY WOMAN IN THE WORLD, SIR!"--Chap. lxiv.]

[Illustration: BUT ONE FACE, SHINING ON ME LIKE A HEAVENLY LIGHT BY
WHICH I SEE ALL OTHER OBJECTS, IS ABOVE THEM AND BEYOND THEM ALL--Chap.
lxiv.]




A CHILD'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND

[Illustration]

FIFTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. McL. RALSTON


[Illustration: THE ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY AND THE DANES--Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: THE ESCAPE OF QUEEN MATILDA FROM OXFORD CASTLE--Chap.
xi.]

[Illustration: HUBERT DE BURGH AND THE BLACK BAND--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: THE DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER DOING PENANCE--Chap. xii, Part
Third]

[Illustration: KING JOHN OF FRANCE AT THE BATTLE OF POITIERS--Chap.
xviii.]

[Illustration: LAMBERT SIMNEL--Chap. xxvi.]

[Illustration: SIR EDWARD HOWARD--Chap. xxvii.]

[Illustration: THE SPANISH ARMADA--Chap, xxxi., Third Part]

[Illustration: BEFORE HE WENT AWAY, THE LANDLORD CAME BEHIND HIS
CHAIR--Chap. xxxiv., First Part]

[Illustration: MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS LEAVING FRANCE--Chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: THE SEIZURE OF GUY FAWKES--Chap. xxxii., First Part]

[Illustration: OLIVER CROMWELL AND IRETON AT THE BLUE BOAR--Chap.
xxxiii., Fourth Part]

[Illustration: EXECUTION OF SIR CHARLES LUCAS AND SIR GEORGE
LISLE--Chap. xxxiii., Fourth Part]

[Illustration: CHARLES THE FIRST TAKING LEAVE OF HIS CHILDREN--Chap,
xxxiii., Fourth Part]




BLEAK HOUSE

[Illustration]

SIXTY-ONE ILLUSTRATIONS

BY FRED BARNARD


[Illustration: "WHO COPIED THAT!"--Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: I AM INTRODUCED TO CONVERSATION KENGE--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: IN AN ATMOSPHERE OF BORRIOBOOLA--GHA--Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: THE LORD CHANCELLOR RELATES THE DEATH OF TOM
JARNDYCE--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: "WE ARE NOT SO PREJUDICED AS TO SUPPOSE THAT IN PRIVATE
LIFE YOU ARE OTHERWISE THAN A VERY ESTIMABLE MAN, WITH A GREAT DEAL OF
POETRY IN YOUR NATURE, OF WHICH YOU MAY NOT BE CONSCIOUS"--Chap. vi.]

[Illustration: THE GROWLERY--Chap. viii.]

[Illustration: "ALFRED, MY YOUNGEST (FIVE), HAS VOLUNTARILY ENROLLED
HIMSELF IN THE INFANT BONDS OF JOY, AND IS PLEDGED NEVER, THROUGH LIFE,
TO USE TOBACCO IN ANY FORM"--Chap. viii.]

[Illustration: "IF I WERE IN YOUR PLACE I WOULD SEIZE EVERY MASTER IN
CHANCERY BY THE THROAT TO-MORROW MORNING, AND SHAKE HIM UNTIL HIS MONEY
ROLLED OUT OF HIS POCKETS, AND HIS BONES RATTLED IN HIS SKIN"--Chap.
ix.]

[Illustration: NEMO--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: "HE WOS WERY GOOD TO ME, HE WOS!"--Chap. xi.]

[Illustration: "WHY, DO YOU KNOW HOW PRETTY YOU ARE, CHILD!" SHE SAYS,
TOUCHING HER SHOULDER WITH HER TWO FORE-FINGERS--Chap. xii.]

[Illustration: DEPORTMENT--Chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: "HONOURED, INDEED," SAID SHE, "BY ANOTHER VISIT FROM THE
WARDS IN JARNDYCE!"--Chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: "'I'M FLY," SAYS JO. "BUT FEN LARKS, YOU KNOW. STOW
HOOKING IT"--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: TO MY GREAT SURPRISE, ON GOING IN, I FOUND MY GUARDIAN
STILL THERE, AND SITTING LOOKING AT THE ASHES--Chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "I HAVE FRIGHTENED YOU!" SHE SAID--Chap. xviii.]

[Illustration: "JO"--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: "WHO UD GO AND LET A NICE INNOCENT LODGING TO SUCH A
REG'LAR ONE AS ME!"--Chap. xix.]

[Illustration: "I AM GROWN UP, NOW, GUPPY. I HAVE ARRIVED AT
MATURITY"--Chap. xx.]

[Illustration: GRANDFATHER SMALLWEED ASTONISHES MR. GEORGE--Chap. xxi.]

[Illustration: "THERE SHE IS!" CRIES JO--Chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: "O, YOU RIDICULOUS CHILD!" OBSERVED MRS. JELLYBY, WITH AN
ABSTRACTED AIR, AS SHE LOOKED OVER THE DESPATCH LAST OPENED; "WHAT A
GOOSE YOU ARE!"--Chap. xxiii.]

[Illustration: "OF ALL MY OLD ASSOCIATIONS, OF ALL MY OLD PURSUITS AND
HOPES, OF ALL THE LIVING AND THE DEAD WORLD, THIS ONE POOR SOUL ALONE
COMES NATURAL TO ME, AND I AM FIT FOR"--Chap. xxiv].

[Illustration: "WHAT'S GONE OF YOUR FATHER AND YOUR MOTHER, EH!"--Chap.
xxv.]

[Illustration: "I BELIEVE YOU!" SAYS MRS. BAGNET. "HE'S A BRITON. THAT'S
WHAT WOOLWICH IS. A BRITON!"--Chap. xxvii.]

[Illustration: THE IRONMASTER--Chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: MR. GUPPY'S CATECHISM--Chap. xxix.]

[Illustration: "O MY CHILD, O MY CHILD!"--Chap. xxix.]

[Illustration: "NEVER HAVE A MISSION, MY DEAR CHILD"--Chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: AND HE SHIVERED IN THE WINDOW-SEAT WITH CHARLEY STANDING
BY HIM, LIKE SOME WOUNDED ANIMAL THAT HAD BEEN FOUND IN A DITCH--Chap.
xxx.]

[Illustration: "MY LOVE, YOU KNOW THESE TWO GENTLEMEN!" ... "YES!" SAYS
MRS. SNAGSBY, AND IN A RIGID MANNER ACKNOWLEDGES THEIR PRESENCE--Chap.
xxxiii.]

[Illustration: "I HAVE COME DOWN," REPEATS GRANDFATHER SMALLWEED,
HOOKING THE AIR TOWARDS HIM WITH ALL HIS TEN FINGERS AT ONCE, "TO LOOK
AFTER THE PROPERTY"--Chap. xxxiii.]

[Illustration: PUTS HIS HAND ON HIS BALD HEAD AGAIN, UNDER THIS NEW
VERBAL SHOWER-BATH--Chap. xxxiv.]

[Illustration: MY MOTHER--Chap. xxxvi.]

[Illustration: "FOR I AM CONSTANTLY BEING TAKEN IN THESE NETS," SAID MR.
SKIMPOLE, LOOKING BEAMINGLY AT US OVER A GLASS OF WINE-AND-WATER, "AND
AM CONSTANTLY BEING BAILED OUT--LIKE A BOAT"--Chap. xxxvii.]

[Illustration: WE DANCED FOR AN HOUR WITH GREAT GRAVITY--Chap.
xxxviii.]

[Illustration: SHE MADE NO SOUND OF LAUGHTER: BUT SHE ROLLED HER HEAD,
AND SHOOK IT, AND PUT HER HANDKERCHIEF TO HER MOUTH, AND APPEALED TO
CADDY WITH HER ELBOW--Chap. xxxviii.]

[Illustration: "YOU ARE TO BE CONGRATULATED, MR. GUPPY, YOU ARE A
FORTUNATE YOUNG MAN, SIR"--Chap. xxxix.]

[Illustration: UNDER THE LINCOLN'S INN TREES--Chap. xxxix]

[Illustration: A BIRD OF ILL OMEN--Chap. xli.]

[Illustration: "TURNS THE KEY UPON HER, MISTRESS," ILLUSTRATING WITH THE
CELLAR KEY--Chap. xlii.]

[Illustration: RICHARD--Chap. xlv.]

[Illustration: HERE, AGAINST A HOARDING OF DECAYING TIMBER, HE IS
BROUGHT TO BAY--Chap. xlvi.]

[Illustration: THE CART IS SHAKEN ALL TO PIECES, AND THE RUGGED ROAD IS
VERY NEAR ITS END--Chap. xlvii.]

[Illustration: MR. BUCKET URGING A SENSIBLE VIEW OF THE CASE WITH HIS
FAT FOREFINGER--Chap. xlix.]

[Illustration: PEEPY WAS SUFFICIENTLY DECORATED TO WALK HAND-IN-HAND
WITH THE PROFESSOR OF DEPORTMENT--Chap. l.]

[Illustration: "ESTHER, DEAR," SHE SAID VERY QUIETLY, "I AM NOT GOING
HOME AGAIN"--Chap. li.]

[Illustration: "HAS'NT A DOUBT--ZAMPLE--FAR BETTER HANG WRONG F'LER THAN
NO F'LER"--Chap. liii.]

[Illustration: "CAN YOU MAKE A HAUGHTY GENTLEMAN OF HIM ... THE POOR
INFANT!"--Chap. liv.]

[Illustration: HE PUTS HIS HANDS TOGETHER ... AND RAISING THEM TOWARDS
HER BREAST, BOWS DOWN HIS HEAD, AND CRIES--Chap. lv.]

[Illustration: MR. BUCKET IN LADY DEDLOCK'S BOUDOIR--Chap. lvi.]

[Illustration: IN THE BRICKMAKER'S COTTAGE--Chap. lvii.]

[Illustration: THE OLD HOUSEKEEPER WEEPING SILENTLY; VOLUMNIA IN THE
GREATEST AGITATION, WITH THE FRESHEST BLOOM ON HER CHEEKS; THE TROOPER
WITH HIS ARMS FOLDED AND HIS HEAD A LITTLE BENT, RESPECTFULLY
ATTENTIVE--Chap. lviii.]

[Illustration: SHE LAY THERE, WITH ONE ARM CREEPING ROUND A BAR OF THE
IRON GATE, AND SEEMING TO EMBRACE IT--Chap. lix.]

[Illustration: "MISS SUMMERSON," SAID MR. VHOLES, VERY SLOWLY RUBBING
HIS GLOVED HANDS, .... "THIS WAS AN ILL-ADVISED MARRIAGE OF MR.
C'S"--Chap. lx.]

[Illustration: "TO WHICH! SAY THAT AGAIN," CRIED MR. SMALLWEED, IN A
SHRILL, SHARP VOICE--Chap. lxii.]

[Illustration: "GET OUT WITH YOU. IF WE AIN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, GO
AND PROCURE SOMEBODY THAT IS GOOD ENOUGH. GO ALONG AND FIND 'EM"--Chap.
lxiv.]

[Illustration: "BUT I NEVER OWN TO IT BEFORE THE OLD GIRL. DISCIPLINE
MUST BE MAINTAINED"--Chap. lxvi.]

[Illustration: VOLUMNIA'S DEVOTION TO SIR LEICESTER--Chap. lxvi.]

[Illustration]




HARD TIMES

[Illustration]

TWENTY ILLUSTRATIONS BY H. FRENCH


[Illustration: "LOUISA!! THOMAS!"--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "THIS IS A VERY OBTRUSIVE LAD!" SAID MR. GRADGRIND--Chap.
vi.]

[Illustration: "HEAVEN'S MERCY, WOMAN!" HE CRIED, FALLING FARTHER OFF
FROM THE FIGURE, "HAST THOU COME BACK AGEN!"--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: "IT WOULD BE A FINE THING TO BE YOU, MISS LOUISA!"--Chap.
ix.]

[Illustration: HE FELT A TOUCH UPON HIS ARM--Chap. xii.]

[Illustration: HE WENT DOWN ON HIS KNEE BEFORE HER ON THE POOR MEAN
STAIRS, AND PUT AN END OF HER SHAWL TO HIS LIPS--Chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: "WHAT A COMICAL BROTHER-IN-LAW YOU ARE!"--Book 2, chap.
iii.]

[Illustration: "LOUISA, MY DEAR, YOU ARE THE SUBJECT OF A PROPOSAL OF
MARRIAGE THAT HAS BEEN MADE TO ME"--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: "THIS, SIR," SAID BOUNDERBY, "IS MY WIFE, MRS.
BOUNDERBY"--Book 2, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "HEAVEN HELP US ALL IN THIS WORLD!"--Book 2, chap. v.]

[Illustration: "MRS. BOUNDERBY, I ESTEEM IT A MOST FORTUNATE ACCIDENT
THAT I FIND YOU ALONE HERE"--Book 2, chap. vii.]

[Illustration: MRS. SPARSIT ADVANCED CLOSER TO THEM--Book 2, chap. xi.]

[Illustration: LEFT ALONE WITH HER MOTHER, LOUISA SAW HER LYING WITH AN
AWFUL LULL UPON HER FACE--Book 2, chap. ix]

[Illustration: "I ONLY ENTREAT YOU TO BELIEVE, MY FAVOURITE CHILD, THAT
I HAVE MEANT TO DO RIGHT"--Book 3, chap. i.]

[Illustration: "YOU HAVE SEEN ME ONCE BEFORE, YOUNG LADY," SAID
RACHAEL--Book 3, chap. iv.]

[Illustration: "NOW, THETHILIA, I DON'T ATHK TO KNOW ANY THECRETH, BUT I
THUPPOTHE I MAY CONTHIDER THITH TO BE MITH THQUIRE"--Book 3, chap.
vii.]

[Illustration: SHE STOOPED DOWN ON THE GRASS AT HIS SIDE, AND BENT OVER
HIM--Book 3, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: HERE WAS LOUISA, ON THE NIGHT OF THE SAME DAY, WATCHING
THE FIRE AS IN THE DAYS OF YORE--Book 3, chap. ix.]

[Illustration: HE DREW UP A PLACARD, OFFERING TWENTY POUNDS REWARD, FOR
THE APPREHENSION OF STEPHEN BLACKWOOD--Book 3, chap. iv.]




LITTLE DORRIT

[Illustration]

FIFTY-EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. MAHONEY


[Illustration: IN MARSEILLES THAT DAY THERE WAS A VILLAINOUS PRISON. IN
ONE OF ITS CHAMBERS, SO REPULSIVE A PLACE, THAT EVEN THE OBTRUSIVE STARS
BLINKED AT IT, AND LEFT IT TO SUCH REFUSE OF REFLECTED LIGHT AS IT COULD
FIND FOR ITSELF, WERE TWO MEN--Book 1, chap. i.]

[Illustration: "NOTHING CHANGED," SAID THE TRAVELLER, STOPPING TO LOOK
ROUND. "DARK AND MISERABLE AS EVER"--Book 1, chap. iii.]

[Illustration: THE OBSERVER STOOD WITH HER HAND UPON HER OWN BOSOM,
LOOKING AT THE GIRL--Book 1, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "BUT WHAT--HEY?--LORD FORGIVE US!"--MRS. FLINTWINCH
MUTTERED SOME EJACULATION TO THIS EFFECT, AND TURNED GIDDY--FOR MR.
FLINTWINCH AWAKE, WAS WATCHING MR. FLINTWINCH ASLEEP--Book 1, chap. iv.]

[Illustration: THEY LOOKED TEMPTING; EIGHT IN NUMBER, CIRCULARLY SET OUT
ON A WHITE PLATE, ON A TRAY COVERED WITH A WHITE NAPKIN, FLANKED BY A
SLICE OF BUTTERED FRENCH ROLL AND A LITTLE COMPACT GLASS OF COOL WINE
AND WATER--Book 1, chap. v.]

[Illustration: "GIVE ME THE MONEY AGAIN," SAID THE OTHER EAGERLY, "AND
I'LL KEEP IT AND NEVER SPEND IT"--Book 1, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: IN THE BACK GARRET--A SICKLY ROOM, WITH A TURNED UP
BEDSTEAD IN IT, SO HASTILY AND RECENTLY TURNED UP THAT THE BLANKETS WERE
BOILING OVER, AS IT WERE, AND KEEPING THE LID OPEN--A HALF FINISHED
BREAKFAST OF COFFEE AND TOAST, FOR TWO PERSONS, WAS JUMBLED DOWN ANYHOW
ON A RICKETY TABLE--Book 1, chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "IS IT," SAID BARNWELL JUNIOR, TAKING HEED OF HIS
VISITOR'S BROWN FACE, "ANYTHING--ABOUT--TONNAGE--OR THAT SORT OF
THING?"--Book 1, chap. x.]

[Illustration: ONE MAN, SLOWLY MOVING ON TOWARDS CHALONS, WAS THE ONLY
VISIBLE FIGURE ON THE LANDSCAPE. CAIN MIGHT HAVE LOOKED AS LONELY AND
AVOIDED--Book 1, chap. xi.]

[Illustration: AND STOOPING DOWN TO PINCH THE CHEEK OF ANOTHER YOUNG
CHILD WHO WAS SITTING ON THE FLOOR, STARING AT HIM, ASKED MRS. PLORNISH
HOW OLD THAT FINE BOY WAS? "FOUR YEAR, JUST TURNED, SIR," SAID MRS.
PLORNISH. "HE'S A FINE LITTLE FELLOW, A'INT HE, SIR, BUT THIS ONE IS
RATHER SICKLY." SHE TENDERLY HUSHED THE BABY IN HER ARMS AS SHE SAID
IT--Book 1, chap. xi.]

[Illustration: THE PARLOUR FIRE TICKED IN THE GRATE. THERE WAS ONLY ONE
PERSON ON THE PARLOUR HEARTH, AND THE LOUD WATCH IN HIS POCKET TICKED
AUDIBLY. THE SERVANT MAID HAD TICKED THE TWO WORDS, "MR. CLENNAM," SO
SOFTLY, THAT SHE HAD NOT BEEN HEARD; AND HE CONSEQUENTLY STOOD, WITHIN
THE DOOR SHE HAD CLOSED, UNNOTICED--Book 1, chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: HIS DOOR WAS SOFTLY OPENED, AND THESE SPOKEN WORDS
STARTLED HIM, AND CAME AS IF THEY WERE AN ANSWER, "LITTLE DORRIT"--Book
1, chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: THEY WENT TO THE CLOSED GATE, AND PEEPED THROUGH INTO THE
COURTYARD. "I HOPE HE IS SOUND ASLEEP," SAID LITTLE DORRIT, KISSING ONE
OF THE BARS, "AND DOES NOT MISS ME." THE GATE WAS SO FAMILIAR, AND SO
LIKE A COMPANION, THAT THEY PUT DOWN MAGGY'S BASKET IN A CORNER TO SERVE
FOR A SEAT, AND KEEPING CLOSE TOGETHER, RESTED THERE FOR SOME TIME--Book
1, chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: THEN THE BELL RANG ONCE MORE, AND THEN ONCE MORE, AND
THEN KEPT ON RINGING; IN DESPITE OF WHICH IMPORTUNATE SUMMONS, AFFERY
STILL SAT BEHIND HER APRON, RECOVERING HER BREATH. AT LAST MR.
FLINTWINCH CAME SHUFFLING DOWN THE STAIRCASE INTO THE HALL, MUTTERING
AND CALLING "AFFERY WOMAN!" ALL THE WAY. AFFERY STILL REMAINING BEHIND
HER APRON, HE CAME STUMBLING DOWN THE KITCHEN STAIRS, CANDLE IN
HAND--Book 1, chap. xv.]

[Illustration: AS ARTHUR CAME OVER THE STYLE AND DOWN TO THE WATER'S
EDGE, THE LOUNGER GLANCED AT HIM FOR A MOMENT AND THEN RESUMED HIS
OCCUPATION OF IDLY TOSSING STONES INTO THE WATER WITH HIS FOOT.--Book 1,
chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "O DON'T CRY!" SAID LITTLE DORRIT PITEOUSLY. "DON'T,
DON'T! GOOD-BYE, JOHN. GOD BLESS YOU!" "GOOD-BYE, MISS AMY. GOOD-BYE!"
AND SO HE LEFT HER--Book 1, chap, xviii.]

[Illustration: AS SHE STOOD BEHIND HIM, LEANING OVER HIS CHAIR SO
LOVINGLY, HE LOOKED WITH DOWNCAST EYES AT THE FIRE. AN UNEASINESS STOLE
OVER HIM THAT WAS LIKE A TOUCH OF SHAME; AND WHEN HE SPOKE, AS HE
PRESENTLY DID, IT WAS IN AN UNCONNECTED AND EMBARRASSED MANNER--Book 1,
chap. xix.]

[Illustration: THEY SPOKE NO MORE, ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE LODGING WHERE
FANNY AND HER UNCLE LIVED. WHEN THEY ARRIVED THERE THEY FOUND THE OLD
MAN PRACTISING HIS CLARIONET IN THE DOLEFULLEST MANNER IN A CORNER OF
THE ROOM--Book 1, chap. xx.]

[Illustration: ARTHUR CLENNAM WITH THE CARD IN HIS HAND, BETOOK HIMSELF
TO THE ADDRESS SET FORTH ON IT, AND SPEEDILY ARRIVED THERE. IT WAS A
VERY SMALL ESTABLISHMENT, WHEREIN A DECENT WOMAN SAT BEHIND THE COUNTER
WORKING AT HER NEEDLE--Book 1, chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: "WHAT NIMBLE FINGERS YOU HAVE," SAID FLORA, "BUT ARE YOU
SURE YOU ARE WELL?" ... "OH YES, INDEED!" FLORA PUT HER FEET UPON THE
FENDER AND SETTLED HERSELF FOR A THOROUGH GOOD ROMANTIC DISCLOSURE--Book
1, chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: MOUNTING TO HIS ATTIC, ATTENDED BY MRS. PLORNISH AS
INTERPRETER, HE FOUND MR. BAPTIST WITH NO FURNITURE BUT HIS BED ON THE
GROUND, A TABLE AND A CHAIR, CARVING WITH THE AID OF A FEW SIMPLE TOOLS,
IN THE BLITHEST WAY POSSIBLE. "NOW, OLD CHAP," SAID MR. PANCKS, "PAY
UP!"--Book 1, chap. xxxiii.]

[Illustration: MR. DOYCE HAD BEEN TO TWICKENHAM TO PASS THE DAY. CLENNAM
HAD EXCUSED HIMSELF, MR. DOYCE WAS JUST COME HOME. HE PUT IN HIS HEAD AT
THE DOOR OF CLENNAM'S SITTING-ROOM TO SAY GOOD NIGHT. "COME IN, COME
IN!" SAID CLENNAM--Book 1, chap. xxvi.]

[Illustration: HE WAS SLOWLY RESUMING HIS WAY, WHEN HE SAW A FIGURE IN
THE PATH BEFORE HIM WHICH HE HAD, PERHAPS, ALREADY ASSOCIATED WITH THE
EVENING AND ITS IMPRESSIONS. MINNIE WAS THERE ALONE--Book 1, chap.
xxviii.]

[Illustration: WHY SHE SHOULD THEN STOOP DOWN AND LOOK IN AT THE
KEY-HOLE OF THE DOOR, AS IF AN EYE WOULD OPEN IT, IT WOULD BE DIFFICULT
TO SAY. FROM THIS POSTURE SHE STARTED SUDDENLY, WITH A HALF SCREAM,
FEELING SOMETHING ON HER SHOULDER. IT WAS THE TOUCH OF A HAND; OF A
MAN'S HAND--Book 1, chap. xxix.]

[Illustration: THE STRANGER, TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THIS FITFUL
ILLUMINATION OF HIS VISAGE, LOOKED INTENTLY AND WONDERINGLY AT HIM--Book
1, chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: ON THEIR ARRIVAL AT MR. BLANDOIS'S ROOM, A BOTTLE OF PORT
WINE WAS ORDERED BY THAT GALLANT GENTLEMAN; WHO COILED HIMSELF UP ON THE
WINDOW-SEAT, WHILE MR. FLINTWINCH TOOK A CHAIR OPPOSITE TO HIM, WITH THE
TABLE BETWEEN THEM--Book 1, chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: THEY WERE WITHIN FIVE MINUTES OF THEIR DESTINATION, WHEN,
AT THE CORNER OF HER OWN STREET, THEY CAME UPON FANNY, IN HER NEW
BONNET, BOUND FOR THE SAME PORT--Book 1, chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: "DEAR LITTLE DORRIT, LET ME LAY IT DOWN." SHE YIELDED TO
HIM, AND HE PUT IT ASIDE! HER HANDS WERE THEN NERVOUSLY CLASPING
TOGETHER--Book 1, chap. xxxii.]

[Illustration: "WHAT A GOOD FELLOW YOU ARE, CLENNAM!" EXCLAIMED THE
OTHER STOPPING TO LOOK AT HIM, AS IF WITH IRREPRESSIBLE ADMIRATION.
"WHAT A CAPITAL FELLOW! YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN DISAPPOINTED. THAT'S EASY TO
SEE."--Book 1, chap. xxxiv.]

[Illustration: WORN OUT WITH HER OWN EMOTIONS, AND YIELDING TO THE
SILENCE OF THE ROOM, HER HAND SLOWLY SLACKENED AND FAILED IN ITS FANNING
MOVEMENT, AND HER HEAD DROPPED DOWN ON THE PILLOW AT HER FATHER'S SIDE.
CLENNAM ROSE SOFTLY, OPENED AND CLOSED THE DOOR WITHOUT A SOUND--Book 1,
chap. xxxv.]

[Illustration: THROUGH THESE SPECTATORS, THE LITTLE PROCESSION, HEADED
BY THE TWO BROTHERS, MOVED SLOWLY TO THE GATE. MR. DORRIT, YIELDING TO
THE VAST SPECULATION HOW THE POOR CREATURES WERE TO GET ON WITHOUT HIM,
WAS GREAT, AND SAD, BUT NOT ABSORBED--Book 1, chap. xxxvi.]

[Illustration: "PERMIT ME!" SAID THE TRAVELLER, RISING AND HOLDING THE
DOOR OPEN. "GOOD REPOSE! TO THE PLEASURE OF SEEING YOU ONCE MORE! TO
TO-MORROW!" AS HE KISSED HER HAND, WITH HIS BEST MANNER, AND HIS
DAINTIEST SMILE, THE YOUNG LADY DREW A LITTLE NEARER TO HER FATHER, AND
PASSED HIM WITH A DREAD OF TOUCHING HIM--Book 2, chap. i.]

[Illustration: NEVERTHELESS, AS THEY WOUND ROUND THE RUGGED WAY WHILE
THE CONVENT WAS YET IN SIGHT, SHE MORE THAN ONCE LOOKED ROUND, AND
DESCRIED MR. BLANDOIS, BACKED BY THE CONVENT SMOKE WHICH ROSE HIGH FROM
THE CHIMNEYS IN A GOLDEN FILM, ALWAYS STANDING ON ONE JUTTING POINT
LOOKING DOWN AFTER THEM--Book 2, chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "IT OUGHT TO BRING A JUDGMENT ON US. BROTHER, I PROTEST
AGAINST IT IN THE SIGHT OF GOD!" AS HIS HAND WENT ABOVE HIS HEAD AND
CAME DOWN UPON THE TABLE, IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN A BLACKSMITH'S--Book 2,
chap. v.]

[Illustration: LITTLE DORRIT WAS IN FRONT, WITH HER BROTHER AND MRS.
GENERAL (MR. DORRIT HAD REMAINED AT HOME). BUT ON THE BRINK OF THE QUAY,
THEY ALL CAME TOGETHER. SHE STARTED AGAIN TO FIND BLANDOIS CLOSE TO HER,
HANDING FANNY INTO THE BOAT--Book 2, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: "GOOD-BYE, MY LOVE! GOOD-BYE!" THE LAST WORDS WERE SPOKEN
ALOUD AS THE VIGILANT BLANDOIS STOPPED, TURNED HIS HEAD, AND LOOKED AT
THEM FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRCASE--Book 2, chap. vii.]

[Illustration: HE STOPPED AT THE CORNER, SEEMING TO LOOK BACK
EXPECTANTLY UP THE STREET AS IF HE HAD MADE AN APPOINTMENT WITH SOME ONE
TO MEET HIM THERE; BUT HE KEPT A CAREFUL EYE ON THE THREE. WHEN THEY
CAME TOGETHER, THE MAN TOOK OFF HIS HAT AND MADE MISS WADE A BOW--Book
2, chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "DESPATCH THEN! ACHIEVE THEN! BRING MR. FLINTWINCH!
ANNOUNCE ME TO MY LADY!" CRIED THE STRANGER, CLANKING ABOUT THE STONE
FLOOR. "PRAY TELL ME, AFFERY," SAID ARTHUR ALOUD AND STERNLY, AS HE
SURVEYED HIM FROM HEAD TO FOOT WITH INDIGNATION, "WHO IS THIS
GENTLEMAN?"--Book 2, chap. x.]

[Illustration: THERE IS A CURTAIN, MORE DIRT-COLOURED THAN RED, WHICH
DIVIDES IT, AND THE PART BEHIND THE CURTAIN MAKES THE PRIVATE
SITTING-ROOM. WHEN I FIRST SAW HER THERE SHE WAS ALONE, AND HER WORK HAD
FALLEN OUT OF HER HAND, AND SHE WAS LOOKING UP AT THE SKY SHINING
THROUGH THE TOPS OF THE WINDOWS--Book 2, chap. xi.]

[Illustration: "AND YOU HAVE REALLY INVESTED," CLENNAM HAD ALREADY
PASSED TO THAT WORD, "YOUR THOUSAND POUNDS, PANCKS?" ... "TO BE SURE,
SIR!" REPLIED PANCKS BOLDLY, WITH A PUFF OF SMOKE, "AND ONLY WISH IT
TEN."--Book 2, chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: LITTLE DORRIT USED TO SIT AND MUSE HERE, MUCH AS SHE HAD
BEEN USED TO WHILE AWAY THE TIME ON HER BALCONY IN VENICE. SEATED THUS
ONE DAY, SHE WAS SOFTLY TOUCHED ON THE SHOULDER, AND FANNY SAID, "WELL,
MY DEAR," AND TOOK HER SEAT AT HER SIDE--Book 2, chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: "TO PRESERVE YOUR APPROBATION, MRS. GENERAL," SAID FANNY,
RETURNING THE SMILE WITH ONE IN WHICH THERE WAS NO TRACE OF THOSE
INGREDIENTS, "WILL OF COURSE BE THE HIGHEST OBJECT OF MY MARRIED LIFE;
TO LOSE IT, WOULD OF COURSE BE PERFECT WRETCHEDNESS"--Book 2, chap. xv.]

[Illustration: "WHERE IS THIS MISSING MAN? HAVE YOU COME TO GIVE US
INFORMATION WHERE HE IS? I HOPE YOU HAVE." "SO FAR FROM IT, I--HUM, HAVE
COME TO SEEK INFORMATION."... "UNFORTUNATELY FOR US, THERE IS NONE TO BE
GOT HERE. FLINTWINCH, SHOW THE GENTLEMAN THE HAND-BILL. GIVE HIM SEVERAL
TO TAKE AWAY. HOLD THE LIGHT FOR HIM TO READ IT"--Book 2, chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: THE SUN HAD GONE DOWN FULL FOUR HOURS, AND IT WAS LATER
THAN MOST TRAVELLERS WOULD LIKE IT TO BE FOR FINDING THEMSELVES OUTSIDE
THE WALLS OF ROME, WHEN MR. DORRIT'S CARRIAGE, STILL ON ITS LAST
WEARISOME STAGE, RATTLED OVER THE SOLITARY CAMPAGNA--Book 2, chap. xix.]

[Illustration: AS EACH OF THE TWO HANDSOME FACES LOOKED AT EACH OTHER,
CLENNAM FELT HOW EACH OF THE TWO NATURES MUST BE CONSTANTLY TEARING THE
OTHER TO PIECES--Book 2, chap. xx.]

[Illustration: ONE FIGURE REPOSED UPON THE BED, THE OTHER KNEELING ON
THE FLOOR, DROOPED OVER IT THE ARMS EASILY AND PEACEFULLY RESTING ON THE
COVERLET; ... THE TWO BROTHERS WERE BEFORE THEIR FATHER; FAR BEYOND THE
TWILIGHT JUDGMENTS OF THIS WORLD; HIGH ABOVE ITS MISTS AND
OBSCURITIES--Book 2, chap. xix.]

[Illustration: AFTER ONE OF THE NIGHTS THAT I HAVE SPOKEN OF, I CAME
DOWN INTO A GREENHOUSE BEFORE BREAKFAST. CHARLOTTE (THE NAME OF MY FALSE
YOUNG FRIEND) HAD GONE DOWN BEFORE ME, AND I HEARD HER AUNT SPEAKING TO
HER ABOUT ME, AS I ENTERED. I STOPPED WHERE I WAS, AMONG THE LEAVES AND
LISTENED--Book 2, chap. xxi.]

[Illustration: "IF I DRAW YOU INTO THIS BLACK CLOSET AND SPEAK HERE."...
"WHY DO YOU HIDE YOUR FACE?"... "BECAUSE I AM AFRAID OF SEEING
SOMETHING."... "YOU CAN'T BE AFRAID OF SEEING ANYTHING IN THIS DARKNESS,
AFFERY"--Book 2, chap. xxiii.]

[Illustration: "HE COULDN'T HAVE A BETTER NURSE TO BRING HIM ROUND," MR.
SPARKLER MADE BOLD TO OPINE.... "FOR A WONDER I CAN AGREE WITH YOU,"
RETURNED HIS WIFE, LANGUIDLY TURNING HER EYELIDS A LITTLE IN HIS
DIRECTION, "AND CAN ADOPT YOUR WORDS"--Book 2, chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: THE DAY WAS SUNNY, AND THE MARSHALSEA, WITH THE HOT NOON
STRIKING UPON IT WAS UNWONTEDLY QUIET. ARTHUR CLENNAM DROPPED INTO A
SOLITARY ARM-CHAIR, ITSELF AS FADED AS ANY DEBTOR IN THE GAOL, AND
YIELDED HIMSELF TO HIS THOUGHTS--Book 2, chap. xxvii.]

[Illustration: HE AROSE AND OPENED IT, AND AN AGREEABLE VOICE ACCOSTED
HIM WITH "HOW DO YOU DO, MR. CLENNAM? I HOPE I AM NOT UNWELCOME IN
CALLING TO SEE YOU." IT WAS THE SPRIGHTLY YOUNG BARNACLE,
FERDINAND--Book 2, chap. xxviii.]

[Illustration: AND SHE CAME TOWARDS HIM WITH HER HANDS LAID ON HIS
BREAST TO KEEP HIM IN HIS CHAIR, AND WITH HER KNEES UPON THE FLOOR AT
HIS FEET, AND WITH HER LIPS RAISED UP TO KISS HIM, AND WITH HER TEARS
DROPPING ON HIM AS THE RAIN FROM HEAVEN HAD DROPPED UPON THE FLOWERS,
LITTLE DORRIT, A LOVING PRESENCE, CALLED HIM BY HIS NAME--Book 2, chap.
xxix.]

[Illustration: IN A MOMENT, AFFERY HAD THROWN THE STOCKING DOWN, STARTED
UP, CAUGHT HOLD OF THE WINDOW-SILL WITH HER RIGHT HAND, LODGED HERSELF
UPON THE WINDOW SEAT WITH HER RIGHT KNEE, AND WAS FLOURISHING HER LEFT
HAND, BEATING EXPECTING ASSAILANTS OFF--Book 2, chap. xxx.]

[Illustration: THE SUN HAD SET, AND THE STREETS WERE DIM IN THE DUSKY
TWILIGHT, WHEN THE FIGURE, SO LONG UNUSED TO THEM, HURRIED ON ITS
WAY--Book 2, chap. xxxi.]

[Illustration: MR. PANCKS AND THE PATRIARCH WERE INSTANTLY THE CENTRE OF
A PRESS, ALL EYES AND EARS; WINDOWS WERE THROWN OPEN, AND DOORSTEPS WERE
THRONGED--Book 2, chap. xxxii.]

[Illustration: SUCH A BOX HAD AFFERY FLINTWINCH SEEN IN THE FIRST OF HER
DREAMS, GOING OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE ... THIS, TATTYCORAM PUT ON THE
GROUND AT HER OLD MASTER'S FEET; THIS, TATTYCORAM FELL ON HER KNEES BY,
AND PUT HER HANDS UPON....--Book 2, chap. xxxiii.]

[Illustration: LITTLE DORRIT AND HER HUSBAND WALKED OUT OF THE CHURCH
ALONE--Chap. xxxiv.]




REPRINTED PIECES

NINE ILLUSTRATIONS BY E. G. DALZIEL


[Illustration: THE MOMENT COMES, THE FIRE IS DYING--AND THE CHILD IS
DEAD--_The Long Voyage_]

[Illustration: "OH, GIT ALONG WITH YOU, SIR, IF YOU PLEASE, ME AND MRS.
BIGBY DON'T WANT NO MALE PARTIES HERE"--_Births--Mrs. Meeks of a son_]

[Illustration: "LOOK AT THE SNIVELLING MILKSOP," SAID MY UNCLE--_The
Poor Relation's Story_]

[Illustration: IN THE MIDST OF THE KITCHEN ... SITS A YOUNG, MODEST,
GENTLE-LOOKING CREATURE, WITH A BEAUTIFUL CHILD IN HER LAP--_On Duty
with Inspector Field_]

[Illustration: "WHETHER HE WAS THE VICAR, OR MOSES, OR MR. BURCHILL, OR
A CONGLOMERATION OF ALL FOUR, I KNEW NOT"--_The Ghost of Art_]

[Illustration: "ARE YOU FROM THE COUNTRY, YOUNG MAN?" "YES," I SAY, "I
AM"--_The Detective Police_]

[Illustration: "IN ANOTHER ROOM WERE SEVERAL UGLY OLD WOMEN CROUCHING,
WITCH-LIKE, ROUND A HEARTH, AND CHATTING AND NODDING, AFTER THE MANNER
OF MONKEYS"--_A Walk in a Workhouse_]

[Illustration: "MR. BLINKINS, ARE YOU ILL, SIR?"--_Our School_]

[Illustration: HE TOOK HER IN HIS ARMS AND TOLD HER IT WAS FANCY--_A
Christmas Tree_]




A TALE OF TWO CITIES

[Illustration]

TWENTY-FIVE ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD


[Illustration: MISS MANETTE CURTSIED TO MR. LORRY, WITH A PRETTY DESIRE
TO CONVEY TO HIM THAT SHE FELT HOW MUCH OLDER AND WISER HE WAS THAN SHE.
HE MADE HER ANOTHER BOW--Book 1, Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: THE WINE SHOP--Book 1, chap. v.]

[Illustration: THE SHOEMAKER--Book 1, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: MESSRS. CRUNCHER AND SON--Book 2, chap. i.]

[Illustration: AND SMOOTHING HER RICH HAIR WITH AS MUCH PRIDE AS SHE
COULD POSSIBLY HAVE TAKEN IN HER OWN HAIR IF SHE HAD BEEN THE VAINEST
AND HANDSOMEST OF WOMEN--Book 2, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: THE LION AND THE JACKAL--Book 2, chap. v.]

[Illustration: HE STOOPED A LITTLE, AND WITH HIS TATTERED BLUE CAP
POINTED UNDER THE CARRIAGE. ALL HIS FELLOWS STOOPED TO LOOK UNDER THE
CARRIAGE--Book 2, chap. viii.]

[Illustration: DRIVE HIM FAST FROM THE TOMB. THIS FROM JACQUES--Book 2,
chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "THINK NOW AND THEN THAT THERE IS A MAN WHO WOULD GIVE
HIS LIFE TO KEEP A LIFE YOU LOVE BESIDE YOU"--Book 2, chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: "IT IS FRIGHTFUL, MESSIEURS. HOW CAN THE WOMEN AND
CHILDREN DRAW WATER? WHO CAN GOSSIP OF AN EVENING UNDER THAT
SHADOW?"--Book 2, chap. xv.]

[Illustration: SAINT ANTOINE--Book 2, chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: "STILL, THE DOCTOR, WITH SHADED FOREHEAD, BEAT HIS FOOT
NERVOUSLY ON THE GROUND"--Book 2, chap. xix.]

[Illustration: DRAGGED, AND STRUCK AT, AND STIFLED BY THE BUNCHES OF
GRASS AND STRAW THAT WERE THRUST INTO HIS FACE BY HUNDREDS OF
HANDS--Book 2, chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: AMONG THE TALKERS WAS STRYVER, OF THE KING'S BENCH BAR
... BROACHING TO MONSEIGNEUR HIS DEVICES FOR BLOWING THE PEOPLE UP, AND
EXTERMINATING THEM FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH.--Book 2, chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: SOME REGISTERS WERE LYING OPEN ON A DESK AND AN OFFICER
OF A COARSE DARK ASPECT PRESIDED OVER THESE--Book 3, chap. i.]

[Illustration: THE GRINDSTONE--Book 3, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: THE CARMAGNOLE--Book 3, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: HERE MR. LORRY BECAME AWARE, FROM WHERE HE SAT, OF A MOST
REMARKABLE GOBLIN SHADOW ON THE WALL--Book 3, chap. x.]

[Illustration: TWICE HE PUT HIS HAND TO THE WOUND IN HIS BREAST, AND
WITH HIS FOREFINGER DREW A CROSS IN THE AIR--Book 3, chap. x.]

[Illustration: THE TRIAL OF EVRÉMONDE--Book 3, chap. ix.]

[Illustration: AS HE WAS DRAWN AWAY, HIS WIFE RELEASED HIM, AND STOOD
LOOKING AFTER HIM WITH HER HANDS TOUCHING ONE ANOTHER IN THE ATTITUDE OF
PRAYER--Book 3, chap. xi.]

[Illustration: HIS HEAD AND THROAT WERE BARE, AND, AS HE SPOKE WITH
HELPLESS LOOK STRAYING ALL ROUND, HE TOOK HIS COAT OFF, AND LET IT DROP
ON THE FLOOR--Book 3, chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "YOU MIGHT, FROM YOUR APPEARANCE, BE THE WIFE OF
LUCIFER," SAID MISS PROSS IN HER BREATHING. "NEVERTHELESS YOU SHALL NOT
GET THE BETTER OF ME. I AM AN ENGLISHWOMAN"--Book 3, chap. xiv.]

[Illustration: THE THIRD TUMBREL--Book 3, chap. xv.]




THE UNCOMMERCIAL TRAVELLER

[Illustration]

TWENTY-SIX ILLUSTRATIONS BY E. G. DALZIEL


[Illustration: SAW FROM THE LADDER'S ELEVATION, AS HE LOOKED DOWN BY
CHANCE TOWARDS THE SHORE, SOME DARK, TROUBLED OBJECT CLOSE IN WITH THE
LAND--_The Shipwreck_]

[Illustration: A CHEAP THEATRE, SUNDAY NIGHT--_Two Views of a Cheap
Theatre_]

[Illustration: STOOD A CREATURE REMOTELY IN THE LIKENESS OF A YOUNG MAN,
WITH PUFFED, SALLOW FACE, AND A FIGURE ALL DIRTY AND SHINY AND SLIMY,
WHO MAY HAVE BEEN THE YOUNGEST SON OF HIS FILTHY OLD FATHER,
THAMES--_Wapping Workhouse_]

[Illustration: MR. GRAZINGLANDS LOOKED INTO A PASTRYCOOK'S WINDOW,
HESITATING AS TO THE EXPEDIENCY OF LUNCHING AT THAT ESTABLISHMENT
--_Refreshments for Travellers_]

[Illustration: "BAGS TO HOLD YOUR MONEY," SAYS THE WITCH, SHAKING HER
HEAD AND SETTING HER TEETH; "YOU AS HAS GOT IT"--_Poor Mercantile Jack_]

[Illustration: THE TALL GLAZED HEAD-DRESS OF HIS WARRIOR STRAUDENHEIM
INSTANTLY KNOCKED OFF--_Travelling Abroad_]

[Illustration: HE WAS TAKEN INTO CUSTODY BY THE POLICE--_Shy
Neighbourhoods_]

[Illustration: "DROP OF SOMETHING TO DRINK," INTERPOSED THE STRANGER. "I
AM AGREEABLE"--_Chambers_]

[Illustration: "'THEN YOU'RE A TRAMP,' HE SES. 'I'D RATHER BE THAT THAN
A BEADLE,' I SES"--_Tramps_]

[Illustration: "AM I RED TO-NIGHT?" "YOU ARE," HE UNCOMPROMISINGLY
ANSWERED--_Night Walks_]

[Illustration: "A LEMON HAS PIPS, AND A YARD HAS SHIPS, AND I'LL HAVE
CHIPS!"--_Nurses' Stories_]

[Illustration: THE WIND BLOWS STIFFLY FROM THE NOR'-EAST ... AND THE
SHAPELESS PASSENGERS LIE ABOUT IN MELANCHOLY BUNDLES--_The Calais Night
Mail_]

[Illustration: THEN DROPPED UPON HER KNEES BEFORE US, WITH PROTESTATIONS
THAT WE WERE RIGHT--_Some Recollections of Mortality_]

[Illustration: ON THE STARBOARD SIDE OF THE SHIP A GRIZZLED MAN DICTATED
A LONG LETTER TO ANOTHER GRIZZLED MAN IN AN IMMENSE FUR CAP--_Bound for
the Great Salt Lake_]

[Illustration: BLINKING OLD MEN WHO ARE LET OUT OF THE WORKHOUSE BY THE
HOUR HAVE A TENDENCY TO SIT ON BITS OF COPING STONE IN THESE CHURCHYARDS
... THE MORE DEPRESSED CLASS OF BEGGARS TOO BRING HITHER BROKEN MEALS,
AND MUNCH--_The City of the Absent_]

[Illustration: MR. J. MELLOWS, OF THE "DOLPHIN'S HEAD"--_An old
Stage-coaching House_]

[Illustration: BUILDING H.M.S. ACHILLES--_Chatham Dockyard_]

[Illustration: AT THE STATION THEY HAD BEEN SITTING ABOUT IN THEIR
THREADBARE HOMESPUN GARMENTS ... SAD ENOUGH AT HEART, MOST OF THEM--_In
the French-Flemish Country_]

[Illustration: IT WAS AGREED THAT MR. BATTENS "OUGHT TO TAKE IT UP," AND
MR. BATTENS WAS COMMUNICATED WITH ON THE SUBJECT--_Titbull's
Almshouses_]

[Illustration: AT THE UPPER END OF THIS DUNGEON ... THE ENGLISHMAN FIRST
BEHELD HIM, SITTING ON AN IRON BEDSTEAD, TO WHICH HE WAS CHAINED BY A
HEAVY CHAIN--_The Italian Prisoner_]

[Illustration: TROTTING ABOUT AMONG THE BEDS, ON FAMILIAR TERMS WITH ALL
THE PATIENTS, WAS A COMICAL MONGREL DOG CALLED POODLES--_A Small Star in
the East_]

[Illustration: OVER THE GROG, MIXED IN A BUCKET, PRESIDES THE
BOATSWAIN'S MATE--_Aboard Ship_]

[Illustration: THIS ENGAGING FIGURE APPROACHED THE FATAL LAMPS--_Mr.
Barlow_]

[Illustration: LOOK AT THIS GROUP AT A STREET CORNER--_The Ruffian_]

[Illustration: AND WHITE RIDING HOOD WAS FINED TEN SHILLINGS--_The
Ruffian_]




GREAT EXPECTATIONS

[Illustration]

THIRTY ILLUSTRATIONS BY F. A. FRASER

[Illustration: "HOLD YOUR NOISE!" CRIED A HORRIBLE VOICE ... "KEEP
STILL, YOU LITTLE DEVIL, OR I'LL CUT YOUR THROAT"--Chap. i.]

[Illustration: THE SERGEANT RAN IN FIRST--Chap. v.]

[Illustration: "WHY, HERE'S A J!" SAID JOE, "AND A O EQUAL TO
ANYTHINK!"--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: SHE GAVE A CONTEMPTUOUS TOSS ... AND LEFT ME--Chap.
viii.]

[Illustration: HE SAID, "AHA! WOULD YOU!" AND BEGAN DANCING BACKWARDS
AND FORWARDS--Chap. xi.]

[Illustration: "WELL, PIP, YOU KNOW, ... YOU YOURSELF SEE ME PUT 'EM IN
MY 'AT, AND THEREFORE YOU KNOW AS THEY ARE HERE"--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: ORLICK ... WAS VERY SOON AMONG THE COAL-DUST, AND IN NO
HURRY TO COME OUT OF IT--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: THEN SHE SOFTLY PATTED MY SHOULDER IN A SOOTHING
WAY--Chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: "NOW, THIS," SAID MR. TRABB ... "IS A VERY SWEET
ARTICLE"--Chap. xix]

[Illustration: "SAY ANOTHER WORD--ONE SINGLE WORD--AND WEMMICK SHALL
GIVE YOU YOUR MONEY BACK"--Chap. xx.]

[Illustration: "THIS CHAP ... MURDERED HIS MASTER"--Chap. xxiv.]

[Illustration: WE FOUND THE AGED HEATING THE POKER, WITH EXPECTANT
EYES--Chap. xxv.]

[Illustration: "DO YOU TAKE TEA, OR COFFEE, MR. GARGERY?"--Chap. xxvii.]

[Illustration: DRAWLING TO HIS ATTENDANTS, "DON'T KNOW YAH, DON'T KNOW
YAH!"--Chap. xxx]

[Illustration: "OH, YOU MUST TAKE THE PURSE!"--Chap. xxxiii.]

[Illustration: IT WAS FINE SUMMER WEATHER AGAIN--Chap. xxxv.]

[Illustration: "IT IS OF NO USE," SAID BIDDY--Chap. xxxv.]

[Illustration: "WHAT!" SAID ESTELLA, PRESERVING HER ATTITUDE OF
INDIFFERENCE AS SHE LEANED AGAINST THE GREAT CHIMNEY-PIECE, AND ONLY
MOVING HER EYES, "DO YOU REPROACH ME FOR BEING COLD! YOU!"--Chap.
xxxviii.]

[Illustration: "WHY SHOULD I LOOK AT HIM?" RETURNED ESTELLA--Chap.
xxxviii.]

[Illustration: I ROSE OUT OF MY CHAIR, AND STOOD WITH MY HAND UPON THE
BACK OF IT, LOOKING WILDLY AT HIM--Chap. xxxix.]

[Illustration: GRADUALLY I SLIPPED FROM THE CHAIR, AND LAY ON THE
FLOOR--Chap. xl.]

[Illustration: "WHEN I SAY TO COMPEYSON 'ONCE OUT OF THIS COURT, I'LL
SMASH THAT FACE O' YOURN!' AIN'T IT COMPEYSON AS PRAYS THE JUDGE TO BE
PROTECTED, AND GETS TWO TURNKEYS STOOD BETWIXT US!"--Chap. xiii]

[Illustration: HE CAME BACK CALLING FOR A LIGHT FOR THE CIGAR IN HIS
MOUTH, WHICH HE HAD FORGOTTEN. A MAN IN A DUST-COLOURED DRESS APPEARED
WITH WHAT HE WANTED--Chap. xliii.]

[Illustration: I HAD TO FEEL MY WAY BACK AMONG THE SHIPPING--Chap.
xlvii.]

[Illustration: I ENTREATED HER TO RISE--Chap. xlix.]

[Illustration: "HIM THAT I SPEAK OF," SAID THE LANDLORD, "MR.
PUMBLECHOOK"--Chap. lii.]

[Illustration: "DO YOU KNOW THIS!" SAID HE--Chap. liii.]

[Illustration: HE HAD SPOKEN HIS LAST WORDS--Chap. lvi.]

[Illustration: WE SAT DOWN ON A BENCH THAT WAS NEAR--Chap. lix.]




OUR MUTUAL FRIEND

[Illustration]

FIFTY-EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS

BY J. MAHONEY

[Illustration: THE BIRD OF PREY--Chap. i.]

[Illustration: "SHOW US A PICTURE," SAID THE BOY. "TELL US WHERE TO
LOOK!"--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: WHEN IT CAME TO BELLA'S TURN TO SIGN HER NAME, MR.
ROKESMITH, WHO WAS STANDING, AS HE HAD SAT, WITH A HESITATING HAND UPON
THE TABLE, LOOKED AT HER STEALTHILY, BUT NARROWLY--Chap. iv.]

[Illustration: "HERE YOU ARE AGAIN," REPEATED MR. WEGG, MUSING. "AND
WHAT ARE YOU NOW?"--Chap. v].

[Illustration: LIZZIE, LOOKING FOR HER FATHER, SAW HIM COMING, AND STOOD
UPON THE CAUSEWAY THAT HE MIGHT SEE HER--Chap. vi.]

[Illustration: AFTER HOLDING HER TO HIS BREAST WITH A PASSIONATE CRY, HE
TOOK UP HIS BUNDLE AND DARTED OUT AT THE DOOR, WITH AN ARM ACROSS HER
EYES--Book 1, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: "YOU'RE CASTING YOUR EYES ROUND THE SHOP, MR. WEGG. LET
ME SHOW YOU A LIGHT"--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "NOODY!" SAID MRS. BOFFIN, COMING FROM HER FASHIONABLE
SOFA TO HIS SIDE ON THE PLAIN SETTLE AND HOOKING HER COMFORTABLE ARM
THROUGH HIS--Chap. ix.]

[Illustration: THAT HE KNEW IT AS WELL AS SHE, SHE KNEW AS WELL AS HE,
WHEN THEY WERE LEFT TOGETHER STANDING ON THE PATH BY THE
GARDEN-GATE--Chap. ix.]

[Illustration: SHE SITS UPON HER STONE, AND TAKES NO HEED OF HIM--Chap.
x.]

[Illustration: "APPARENTLY ONE OF THE GHOSTS HAS LOST ITS WAY, AND
DROPPED IN TO BE DIRECTED. LOOK AT THIS PHANTOM!"--Chap. xii.]

[Illustration: IT WAS A LITTLE WINDOW OF BUT FOUR PIECES OF GLASS, AND
WAS NOT CURTAINED; HE CHOSE IT BECAUSE THE LARGER WINDOW NEAR IT
WAS--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: THEY HAD OPENED THE DOOR AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRCASE
GIVING ON THE YARD, AND THEY STOOD IN THE SUN-LIGHT LOOKING AT THE
SCRAWL OF THE TWO UNSTEADY CHILDISH HANDS TWO OR THREE STEPS UP THE
STAIRCASE--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: "COME HERE, TODDLES AND PODDLES"--Chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: MR. BRADLEY HEADSTONE, HIGHLY CERTIFICATED STIPENDIARY
SCHOOLMASTER, DREW HIS RIGHT FORE-FINGER THROUGH ONE OF THE BUTTON-HOLES
OF THE BOY'S COAT, AND LOOKED AT IT ATTENTIVELY--Book 2, chap. i.]

[Illustration: HE STOOD LEANING BY THE DOOR AT LIZZIE'S SIDE--Book 2,
chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "ONE THING, HOWEVER, I CAN DO FOR YOU," SAYS TWEMLOW,
"AND THAT IS, WORK FOR YOU." VENEERING BLESSED HIM AGAIN--Book 2, chap.
iii.]

[Illustration: AH! HERE WAS ALFRED. HAVING STOLEN IN UNOBSERVED, HE
PLAYFULLY LEANED ON THE BACK OF SOPHRONIA'S CHAIR--Book 2, chap. iv.]

[Illustration: PERCHED ON THE STOOL, WITH HIS HAT COCKED ON HIS HEAD,
AND ONE OF HIS LEGS DANGLING, THE YOUTH OF FLEDGEBY HARDLY CONTRASTED TO
ADVANTAGE WITH THE AGE OF THE JEWISH MAN AS HE STOOD WITH HIS BARE HEAD
BOWED--Book 2, chap. v.]

[Illustration: "COME UP AND BE DEAD! COME UP AND BE DEAD"--Book 2, chap.
v.]

[Illustration: "GOOD EVENING, MR. WEGG. THE YARD-GATE LOCK SHOULD BE
LOOKED TO, IF YOU PLEASE; IT DON'T CATCH"--Book 2, chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "YOU NEVER CHARGE ME, MISS WILFER," SAID THE SECRETARY,
ENCOUNTERING HER BY CHANCE ALONE IN THE GREAT DRAWING-ROOM, "WITH
COMMISSIONS FOR HOME. I SHALL ALWAYS BE HAPPY TO EXECUTE ANY COMMANDS
YOU MAY HAVE IN THAT DIRECTION"--Book 2, chap. viii.]

[Illustration: "NOW YOU MAY GIVE ME A KISS, PA"--Book 2, chap. viii.]

[Illustration: "A KISS FOR THE BOOFER LADY"--Book 2, chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "MEANING," RETURNED THE LITTLE CREATURE, "EVERY ONE OF
YOU BUT YOU. HAH! NOW LOOK THIS LADY IN THE FACE. THIS IS MRS. TRUTH.
THE HONOURABLE. FULL-DRESSED"--Book 2, chap. xi.]

[Illustration: AND NOW, AS THE MAN HELD OUT THE BOTTLE TO FILL ALL
ROUND, RIDERHOOD STOOD UP, LEANED OVER THE TABLE TO LOOK CLOSER AT THE
KNIFE, AND STARED FROM IT TO HIM--Book 2, chap. xii.]

[Illustration: YET THE COLD WAS MERCIFUL, FOR IT WAS THE COLD NIGHT AIR
AND THE RAIN THAT RESTORED ME FROM A SWOON ON THE STONES OF THE
CAUSEWAY--Book 2, chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: THE DARK LOOK OF HATRED AND REVENGE WITH WHICH THE WORDS
BROKE FROM HIS LIVID LIPS ... MADE HER SO AFRAID OF HIM THAT SHE TURNED
TO RUN AWAY. BUT HE CAUGHT HER BY THE ARM--Book 2, chap. xv.]

[Illustration: MRS. LAMMLE, ON A SOFA BY A TABLE, INVITES MR. TWEMLOW'S
ATTENTION TO A BOOK OF PORTRAITS IN HER HAND--Book 2, chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: IT WAS AN EDIFYING SPECTACLE, THE YOUNG MAN IN HIS EASY
CHAIR TAKING HIS COFFEE, AND THE OLD MAN, WITH HIS GREY HEAD BENT,
STANDING AWAITING HIS PLEASURE--Book 3, chap. i.]

[Illustration: "IT'S SUMMAT RUN DOWN IN THE FOG"--Book 3, Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "OH, INDEED, SIR! I FANCY I CAN GUESS WHOM YOU THINK
THAT'S LIKE"--Book 3, chap. iv.]

[Illustration: JENNY TWISTED HER VENERABLE FRIEND ASIDE, TO A
BRILLIANTLY LIGHTED TOY-SHOP WINDOW, AND SAID, "NOW LOOK AT 'EM! ALL MY
WORK!"--Book 3, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: FEIGNING TO BE INTENT ON HER EMBROIDERY, SHE SAT PLYING
HER NEEDLE UNTIL HER BUSY HAND WAS STOPPED BY MRS. BOFFIN'S HAND BEING
LIGHTLY LAID UPON IT--Book 3, chap. v.]

[Illustration: "HE CAN NEVER BE GOING TO DIG UP THE POLE!" WHISPERED
VENUS AS THEY DROPPED LOW AND KEPT CLOSE--Book 3, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: "THERE'LL SHORTLY BE AN END OF YOU," SAID WEGG,
THREATENING IT WITH THE HAT-BOX, "YOUR VARNISH IS FADING"--Book 3, chap.
vii.]

[Illustration: LIZZIE HEXHAM VERY SOFTLY RAISED THE WEATHER-STAINED GREY
HEAD, AND LIFTED HER AS HIGH AS HEAVEN--Book 3, chap. viii.]

[Illustration: SO THEY WALKED, SPEAKING OF THE NEWLY-FILLED-UP GRAVE,
AND OF JOHNNY, AND OF MANY THINGS--Book 3, chap. ix.]

[Illustration: "AND YOU SEE, AS I WAS SAYING, MORTIMER," REMARKED EUGENE
ALOUD WITH THE UTMOST COOLNESS, AS THOUGH THERE WERE NO ONE WITHIN
HEARING BUT THEMSELVES, "AND YOU SEE, AS I WAS SAYING--UNDERGOING
GRINDING TORMENTS"--Book 3, chap. x.]

[Illustration: SHE SHOOK THAT EMPHATIC LITTLE FOREFINGER OF HERS IN HIS
FACE, AT PARTING, AS EARNESTLY AND REPROACHFULLY AS SHE HAD EVER SHAKEN
IT AT HER GRIM OLD CHILD AT HOME--Book 3, chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: MR. VENUS PRODUCED THE DOCUMENT, HOLDING ON BY HIS USUAL
CORNER. MR. WEGG, HOLDING ON BY THE OPPOSITE CORNER, SAT DOWN ON THE
SEAT SO LATELY VACATED BY MR. BOFFIN, AND LOOKED IT OVER--Book 3, chap.
xiv.]

[Illustration: "YOU HAVE BEEN A PLEASANT ROOM TO ME, DEAR ROOM! ADIEU!
WE SHALL NEVER SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN"--Book 3, chap. xv.]

[Illustration: THE CHERUB, WHOSE HAIR WOULD HAVE DONE FOR ITSELF UNDER
THE INFLUENCE OF THIS AMAZING SPECTACLE, WHAT BELLA HAD JUST NOW DONE
FOR IT, STAGGERED BACK INTO THE WINDOW SEAT FROM WHICH HE HAD RISEN, AND
SURVEYED THE PAIR WITH HIS EYES DILATED TO THEIR UTMOST--Book 3, chap.
xvi.]

[Illustration: "NOW, DOLLS, WAKE UP!" "MIST WRAYBURN! DRECTION! FIFTEEN
SHILLINGS!"--Book 3, chap. xvii.]

[Illustration: ROGUE RIDERHOOD RECOGNISED HIS "T'OTHER GOVERNOR," MR.
EUGENE WRAYBURN--Book 4, Chap. i.]

[Illustration: THERE WERE ACTUALLY TEARS IN THE BOLD WOMAN'S EYES AS THE
SOFT-HEADED AND SOFT-HEARTED GIRL TWINED HER ARMS ABOUT HER NECK--Book
4, chap. ii]

[Illustration: IT WAS A PLEASANT SIGHT, IN THE MIDST OF THE GOLDEN
BLOOM, TO SEE THIS SALT OLD GRUFF AND GLUM WAVING HIS SHOVEL HAT AT
BELLA, WHILE HIS THIN WHITE HAIR FLOWED FREE, AS IF SHE HAD ONCE MORE
LAUNCHED HIM INTO BLUE WATER AGAIN--Book 4, chap. iv.]

[Illustration: "THERE!" SAID BELLA, WHEN SHE HAD AT LAST COMPLETED THE
FINAL TOUCHES. "NOW YOU ARE SOMETHING LIKE A GENTEEL BOY! PUT YOUR
JACKET ON AND COME AND HAVE YOUR SUPPER."--Book 4, chap. v.]

[Illustration: HE HAD SAUNTERED FAR ENOUGH. BEFORE RETURNING TO RETRACE
HIS STEPS, HE STOPPED UPON THE MARGIN TO LOOK DOWN AT THE REFLECTED
NIGHT--Book 4, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: WHEN THE BATHER HAD FINISHED DRESSING, HE KNEELED ON THE
GRASS, DOING SOMETHING WITH HIS HANDS, AND AGAIN STOOD UP WITH HIS
BUNDLE UNDER HIS ARM. LOOKING ALL AROUND HIM WITH GREAT ATTENTION, HE
THEN WENT TO THE RIVER'S EDGE, AND FLUNG IT IN AS FAR, AND YET AS
LIGHTLY, AS HE COULD--Book 4, chap. vii.]

[Illustration: SHE TOOK THE LIBERTY OF OPENING AN INNER DOOR, AND THEN
BEHELD THE EXTRAORDINARY SPECTACLE OF MR. FLEDGEBY IN A SHIRT, A PAIR OF
TURKISH TROUSERS, AND A TURKISH CAP, ROLLING OVER AND OVER ON HIS OWN
CARPET, AND SPLUTTERING WONDERFULLY--Book 4, chap. viii.]

[Illustration: MISS JENNY GAVE UP ALTOGETHER ON THIS PARTING TAKING
PLACE BETWEEN THE FRIENDS, AND SITTING WITH HER BACK TOWARDS THE BED IN
THE BOWER MADE BY BRIGHT HAIR WEPT HEARTILY THOUGH NOISELESSLY--Book 4,
chap. vii.]

[Illustration: BELLA'S HUSBAND STEPPED SOFTLY TO THE HALF-DOOR OF THE
BAR AND STOOD THERE--Book 4, chap. xii.]

[Illustration: "IT LOOKS AS IF THE OLD MAN'S SPIRIT HAD FOUND REST AT
LAST; DON'T IT!" SAID MRS. BOFFIN--Book 4, chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: BRADLEY HESITATED FOR A MOMENT, BUT PLACED HIS USUAL
SIGNATURE, ENLARGED, UPON THE BOARD--Book 4, chap. xv.]

[Illustration: "THERE, THERE, THERE!" SAID MISS WREN, "FOR GOODNESS'
SAKE STOP, GIANT, OR I SHALL BE SWALLOWED UP ALIVE BEFORE I KNOW
IT"--Book 4, chap. xvi.]

[Illustration: RIDERHOOD WENT OVER INTO THE SMOOTH PIT BACKWARDS, AND
BRADLEY HEADSTONE UPON HIM--Book 4, chap. xv.]




CHRISTMAS STORIES FROM "HOUSEHOLD WORDS" AND "ALL THE YEAR ROUND"

[Illustration]

TWENTY-THREE ILLUSTRATIONS BY E. G. DALZIEL


[Illustration: "I'M ONLY A COMMON SOLDIER, SIR," SAID HE. "IT SIGNIFIES
VERY LITTLE WHAT SUCH A POOR BRUTE COMES TO"--_Seven Poor Travellers_,
chap. ii.]

[Illustration: AND WHEN THE VISITOR (OPPRESSED WITH PIE) HAD FALLEN
ASLEEP, THIS WICKED LANDLORD WOULD LOOK SOFTLY IN WITH A LAMP IN ONE
HAND AND A KNIFE IN THE OTHER, WOULD CUT HIS THROAT, &C.--_Holly Tree
Inn_, First Branch.]

[Illustration: "MY DEAR CAPTAIN KAVENDER," SAYS HE. "OF ALL THE MEN ON
EARTH, I WANTED TO SEE YOU MOST. I WAS ON MY WAY TO YOU"--_The Wreck of
the Golden Mary_--The Wreck]

[Illustration: "O CHRISTIAN GEORGE KING SAR BERRY SORRY!" SAYS THE SAMBO
VAGABOND--_The Perils of Certain English Prisoners_, chap. i.]

[Illustration: A GRIZZLED PERSONAGE IN VELVETEEN, WITH A FACE SO CUT UP
BY VARIETIES OF WEATHER THAT HE LOOKED AS IF HE HAD BEEN TATTOOED, WAS
FOUND SMOKING A PIPE AT THE DOOR OF A WOODEN HOUSE ON WHEELS--_Going
into Society_]

[Illustration: AN IMPERTURBABLE AND SPEECHLESS MAN, HE HAD SAT AT HIS
SUPPER, WITH STREAKER PRESENT IN A SWOON--_The Haunted House_, The
Mortals in the House]

[Illustration: "MIGHT YOU BE MARRIED NOW?" ASKED THE CAPTAIN WHEN HE HAD
SOME TASK WITH THIS NEW ACQUAINTANCE.... "NOT YET." ... "GOING TO BE?"
SAID THE CAPTAIN.... "I HOPE SO"--_A Message from the Sea_, chap. i.]

[Illustration: "WHAT IS YOUR NAME, SIR, AND WHERE DO YOU COME FROM!"
ASKED MR. MOPES THE HERMIT--_Tom Tiddler's Ground_, chap. i.]

[Illustration: "BUT IT IS NOT IMPOSSIBLE THAT YOU ARE A PIG!" RETORTED
MADAME BOUCLET--_Somebody's Luggage_, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "I AM GLAD TO SEE YOU EMPLOYED," SAID MR. TRAVELLER....
"I AM GLAD TO BE EMPLOYED," RETURNED THE TINKER-_Tom Tiddler's Ground_,
chap. vii.]

[Illustration: WILLING SOPHY DOWN UPON HER KNEES SCRUBBING EARLY AND
LATE AND EVER CHEERFUL BUT ALWAYS SMILING WITH A BLACK FACE--_Mrs.
Lirriper's Lodgings_, chap. i.]

[Illustration: "COME, SIR! REMOVE ME TO MY VILE DUNGEON. WHERE IS MY
MOULDY STRAW!"--_Mrs. Lirriper's Legacy_, chap. i.]

[Illustration: AND AT LAST SITTING DOZING AGAINST A MUDDY CART WHEEL, I
COME UPON THE POOR GIRL WHO WAS DEAF AND DUMB--_Dr. Marigold_]

[Illustration: WHILE I WAS SPEAKING TO HIM, I SAW IT OPEN, AND A MAN
LOOK IN, WHO VERY EARNESTLY AND MYSTERIOUSLY BECKONED TO ME--_Two Ghost
Stories_, I.]

[Illustration: "I TOOK YOU FOR SOME ONE ELSE YESTERDAY EVENING. THAT
TROUBLES ME"--_Two Ghost Stories_, II.]

[Illustration: "WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH TWOPENCE, IF I GAVE IT YOU!"...
"'PEND IT"--_Mugby Junction_, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: COTCHED THE DECANTER OUT OF HIS HAND, AND SAID "PUT IT
DOWN, I WON'T ALLOW THAT!"--_Mugby Junction_, chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "IT'S FROM THE BEST CORNER OF OUR BEST
FORTY-FIVE-YEAR-OLD BIN," SAID MR. WILDING.... "THANK YOU, SIR," SAID
MR. BINTRY. "IT'S MOST EXCELLENT"--_No Thoroughfare_, Act i.]

[Illustration: "WE ARE FAMOUS FOR THE GROWTH IN THIS VAULT, AREN'T
WE!"--_No Thoroughfare_, Act i.]

[Illustration: "IF THERE HAD BEEN A WRESTLE WITH A ROBBER, AS I
DREAMED," SAID OBENREIZER, "YOU SEE I WAS STRIPPED FOR IT."... "AND
ARMED TOO," SAID VENDALE, GLANCING AT HIS GIRDLE--_No Thoroughfare_, Act
iii.]

[Illustration: HE BECAME ROUSED TO THE KNOWLEDGE THAT OBENREIZER HAD SET
UPON HIM, AND THAT THEY WERE STRUGGLING DESPERATELY IN THE SNOW--_No
Thoroughfare_, Act iii.]

[Illustration: AT THE SIDE DOOR OF THE CHURCH ARE THE SAME TWO MEN FROM
THE HOSPICE--_No Thoroughfare_, Act iv.]




THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD

TWELVE ILLUSTRATIONS BY SIR LUKE FILDES, R.A.


[Illustration: IN THE COURT--Chap. i.]

[Illustration: UNDER THE TREES--Chap. iii.]

[Illustration: AT THE PIANO--Chap. vii.]

[Illustration: ON DANGEROUS GROUND--Chap. viii.]

[Illustration: MR. CRISPARKLE IS OVERPAID--Chap. x.]

[Illustration: DURDLES CAUTIONS MR. SAPSEA AGAINST BOASTING--Chap.
xii.]

[Illustration: "GOOD-BYE, ROSEBUD, DARLING!"--Chap. xiii.]

[Illustration: MR. GREWGIOUS HAS HIS SUSPICIONS--Chap. xv.]

[Illustration: JASPER'S SACRIFICES--Chap. xix.]

[Illustration: MR. GREWGIOUS EXPERIENCES A NEW SENSATION--Chap. xx.]

[Illustration: UP THE RIVER--Chap. xxii.]

[Illustration: SLEEPING IT OFF--Chap. xxiii.]




THE LIFE OF CHARLES DICKENS

[Illustration]

TWENTY-EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD


[Illustration: IF HE WEAKLY SHOWED THE LEAST DISPOSITION TO HEAR IT,
CAPTAIN PORTER, IN A LOUD SONOROUS VOICE, GAVE HIM EVERY WORD OF
IT--Book 1, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: ONE OF WHOM TOLD US SHE "HAD NO MONEY FOR BEGGAR
BOYS"--Book 1, chap. iii.]

[Illustration: JACK STRAW'S CASTLE, MEMORABLE FOR MANY HAPPY MEETINGS IN
COMING YEARS--Book 2, chap. i.]

[Illustration: "IT A'NT A SMOKIN' YOUR WAY, SIR, I SAYS;" HE SAYS, "NO
MORE IT IS, COACHMAN, AND AS LONG AS IT SMOKES ANYBODY ELSE'S WAY, IT'S
ALL RIGHT AND I'M AGREEABLE"--Book 2, chap. viii.]

[Illustration: IF YOU COULD BUT KNOW HOW I HATED ONE MAN IN VERY DIRTY
GAITERS, AND WITH VERY PROTRUDING UPPER TEETH, WHO SAID TO ALL COMERS
AFTER HIM, "SO YOU'VE BEEN INTRODUCED TO OUR FRIEND DICKENS--EH!"--Book
3, Chap. ii.]

[Illustration: HE LOOKED UP AT ME; GAVE HIMSELF AN ODD, DOGGED KIND OF
SHAKE; AND FIXED HIS EYES ON HIS BOOK AGAIN--Book 4, chap. iv.]

[Illustration: HE IS PERHAPS THE MOST HORRIBLE BORE IN THE COUNTRY--Book
3, chap. v.]

[Illustration: VISIT TO A TRAMPS' LODGING-HOUSE--Book 3, chap. viii.]

[Illustration: GENOESE WASHERWOMEN--Book 4, chap. v.]

[Illustration: THE RADICOFANI WIZARD--Book 4, chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "I SAY, WHAT'S FRENCH FOR A PILLOW!" "IS THERE ANY
ITALIAN PHRASE FOR A LUMP OF SUGAR! JUST LOOK, WILL YOU!" "WHAT THE
DEVIL DOES ECHO MEAN! THE GARSONG SAYS ECHO TO EVERYTHING"--Book 4,
Chap. vi.]

[Illustration: NEAPOLITAN LAZZARONI--Book 4, chap. vii.]

[Illustration: READING "DOMBEY" AT THE SNUFF SHOP--Book 5, chap. vii.]

[Illustration: "I HAVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO SEE WHAT THEY ARE, BECAUSE ONE
OF THE OLD LADIES ALWAYS SITS BEFORE THEM; BUT THEY LOOK, OUTSIDE, LIKE
VERY OLD BACKGAMMON BOARDS"--Book 5, chap. iv.]

[Illustration: "HALLOA, MRS. GAMP, WHAT ARE YOU UP TO!"--Book 6, chap.
i]

[Illustration: OFF YARMOUTH--Book 6, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: LIKEWISE AN OLD MAN WHO RAN OVER A MILK-CHILD RATHER THAN
STOP!--WITH NO NECKCLOTH, ON PRINCIPLE; AND WITH HIS MOUTH WIDE OPEN TO
CATCH THE MORNING AIR--Book 6, chap. vi.]

[Illustration: BYE AND BYE I CAME UPON A POLENTA-SHOP IN THE CLOUDS,
WHERE AN OLD FRENCHMAN WITH AN UMBRELLA LIKE A FADED TROPICAL LEAF (IT
HAD NOT RAINED IN NAPLES FOR SIX WEEKS) WAS STARING AT NOTHING AT ALL,
WITH A SNUFF-BOX IN HIS HAND--Book 7, chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "C'EST VRAI DONC," SAYS THE DUKE, "QUE MADAME LA DUCHESSE
N'EST PLUS!"... "C'EST TROP VRAI, MONSEIGNEUR."... "TANT MIEUX," SAYS
THE DUKE, AND WALKS OFF DELIBERATELY, TO THE GREAT SATISFACTION OF THE
ASSEMBLAGE--Book 7, chap. v.]

[Illustration: A WARM CORNER IN THE PIG-MARKET AT BOULOGNE--Book 7,
chap. v.]

[Illustration: WHENEVER HE FELT TOOTS COMING AGAIN, HE BEGAN TO LAUGH
AND WIPE HIS EYES AFRESH; AND WHEN TOOTS CAME ONCE MORE, HE GAVE A KIND
OF CRY, AS IF IT WERE TOO MUCH FOR HIM--Book 8, chap. iv.]

[Illustration: HE ... SLIGHTLY COCKED UP HIS EVIL EYE AT THE GOLDFINCH.
INSTANTLY A RAGING THIRST BESET THAT BIRD; AND WHEN IT WAS APPEASED HE
STILL DREW SEVERAL UNNECESSARY BUCKETS OF WATER, LEAPING ABOUT HIS PERCH
AND SHARPENING HIS BILL WITH IRREPRESSIBLE SATISFACTION--Book 8, chap.
v.]

[Illustration: THE UNEDUCATED FATHER IN FUSTIAN AND THE EDUCATED BOY IN
SPECTACLES--Book 9, chap. v.]

[Illustration: SAM WELLER IN SIERRA NEVADA--Book 9, chap. viii.]

[Illustration: IN A TRANSPORT OF PRESENCE OF MIND AND FURY, HE INSTANTLY
CAUGHT HIM UP IN BOTH HANDS, AND THREW HIM OVER HIS OWN HEAD OUT INTO
THE ENTRY, WHERE THE CHECK-TAKERS RECEIVED HIM LIKE A GAME AT BALL--Book
10, chap. ii.]

[Illustration: "I BEG YOUR PARDON, SIR," HE ANSWERED, "BUT IF IT HADN'T
BEEN FOR MY PIPE, I SHOULD HAVE BEEN NOWHERE"--Book 11, chap. iii.]

[Illustration: "IN A MISERABLE COURT AT NIGHT," SAYS MR. FIELDS, "WE
FOUND A HAGGARD OLD WOMAN BLOWING AT A KIND OF PIPE MADE OF AN OLD
INK-BOTTLE"--Book 1, chap. xii.]

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Obvious punctuation repaired.

Page 24, "the" changed to "The" at start of sentence. (The body washed
ashore)

Page 61, "i" changed to "I" (I'll eat my head)

Page 63, "i" changed to "I" (Directly I leave go)

Page 81, "i" changed to "I" (and I have the strength)

Page 82, "vi" changed to "xvi" (Chap. xvi.)

Page 85, "i" changed to "I" (here I am)

Page 86, first word of new sentence "He" capitalized. (He had now
fallen)

Page 111, "i" changed to "I" (No, no, I'm not)

Page 111, "--Chap. lxiii." added to illustration

Page 117, "Heavans" changed to "Heavens" (Heavens! Can I write)

Page 150, "is'nt" changed to "isn't" (there he isn't)

Page 162, "--Chap. xlviii." added to illustration

Page 201, "xxvl" changed to "xxvi" (Chap. xxvi.)

Page 323, "Hamlet'8" changed to "Hamlet's" (Hamlet's aunt betrays)

Page 381, "Buckett" changed to "Bucket" (Mr. Bucket urging a sensible)

Page 402, "i" changed to "I" (that I have meant)

Page 431, "rome" changed to "Rome" (the walls of Rome)

Page 464, "sunday" changed to "Sunday" (theatre, Sunday night)

Page 521, "Wraeburn" changed to "Wrayburn" (Mr. Eugene Wrayburn)

Page 522, "p easant" changed to "pleasant" (It was a pleasant sight)

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