[Illustration: THERE WAS BUT ONE LADY WHO SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND THE CHILD, AND SHE WAS ONE WHO SAT ALONE IN A HANDSOME CARRIAGE--Chap. xix.] [Illustration: A SMALL WHITE-HEADED BOY WITH A SUNBURNT FACE APPEARED AT THE DOOR WHILE HE WAS SPEAKING, AND STOPPING THERE TO MAKE A RUSTIC BOW, CAME IN--Chap. xxv.] [Illustration: AND THEN THEY WENT ON ARM-IN-ARM, VERY LOVINGLY TOGETHER--Chap. xxiii.] [Illustration: SHE HANDED DOWN TO THEM THE TEA-TRAY, THE BREAD AND BUTTER, THE KNUCKLE OF HAM, AND, IN SHORT, EVERYTHING OF WHICH SHE HAD PARTAKEN HERSELF--Chap. xxvi.] [Illustration: "THAT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN," SAID MRS. JARLEY, "IS JASPER PACKLEMERTON OF ATROCIOUS MEMORY"--Chap. xxviii.] [Illustration: AND IN THIS STATE AND CEREMONY RODE SLOWLY THROUGH THE TOWN EVERY MORNING--Chap. xxix.] [Illustration: IN SOME OF THESE FLOURISHES IT WENT CLOSE TO MISS SALLY'S HEAD--Chap. xxxiii.] [Illustration: "YOU'RE THE WAX-WORK CHILD, ARE YOU NOT?"--Chap. xxxi.] [Illustration: "OH PLEASE," SAID A LITTLE VOICE VERY LOW DOWN IN THE DOORWAY, "WILL YOU COME AND SHOW THE LODGINGS?"--Chap. xxxiv.] [Illustration: "DO YOU SEE THIS?"--Chap. xxxvi.] [Illustration: AT LENGTH EVERYTHING WAS READY, AND THEY WENT OFF--Chap. xxxix.] [Illustration: THE OLD MAN STOOD HELPLESSLY AMONG THEM FOR A LITTLE TIME--Chap. xiii.] [Illustration: A MAN OF VERY UNCOUTH AND ROUGH APPEARANCE WAS STANDING OVER THEM--Chap. xliii.] [Illustration: "SHE IS QUITE EXHAUSTED," SAID THE SCHOOLMASTER--Chap. xlvi.] [Illustration: "AQUILINE!" CRIED QUILP, THRUSTING IN HIS HEAD--Chap. xlix.] [Illustration: BOTH MOTHER AND DAUGHTER, TREMBLING WITH TERROR AND COLD, .... OBEYED MR. QUILP'S DIRECTIONS IN SUBMISSIVE SILENCE--Chap. l.] [Illustration: "HALLOA!"--Chap. l.] [Illustration: ELEVATING HIS GLASS, DRANK TO THEIR NEXT MERRY-MEETING IN THAT JOVIAL SPOT--Chap. li.] [Illustration: THE CHILD SAT DOWN IN THIS OLD SILENT PLACE--Chap. liii.] [Illustration: "THEN, MARCHIONESS," SAID MR. SWIVELLER, "FIRE AWAY!"--Chap. lviii.] [Illustration: THE AIR WAS, "AWAY WITH MELANCHOLY"--Chap. lvlli.] [Illustration: "IS IT LIKE KIT--IS IT HIS PICTURE, HIS IMAGE, HIS VERY SELF?"--Chap. lxii.] [Illustration: THE MARCHIONESS JUMPED UP QUICKLY, AND CLAPPED HER HANDS--Chap. lxiv.] [Illustration: SHE HAD NOTHING FOR IT NOW, THEREFORE, BUT TO RUN AFTER THE CHAISE--Chap. lxv.] [Illustration: TOM IMMEDIATELY WALKED UPON HIS HANDS TO THE WINDOW, AND--IF THE EXPRESSION BE ALLOWABLE--LOOKED IN WITH HIS SHOES--Chap. lxvii.] [Illustration: THE STRONG TIDE FILLED HIS THROAT, AND BORE HIM ON ITS RAPID CURRENT--Chap. lxvii.] [Illustration: "MASTER!" HE CRIED, STOOPING ON ONE KNEE AND CATCHING AT HIS HAND. "DEAR MASTER! SPEAK TO ME!"--Chap. lxxi.] [Illustration: TWO WRETCHED PEOPLE WERE MORE THAN ONCE OBSERVED TO CRAWL AT DUSK FROM THE INMOST RECESSES OF ST. GILES'S--Chap. lxxiii.] BARNABY RUDGE A TALE OF THE RIOTS OF 'EIGHTY [Illustration] FORTY-SIX ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD