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--