[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.]