[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.]