[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