Book 3

, chap. xv.]

THE UNCOMMERCIAL TRAVELLER

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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

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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

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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--