[Illustration: "I ASK AN INESTIMABLE PRICE FOR IT, MISS LARKINS".... "INDEED! WHAT IS THAT!" RETURNS MISS LARKINS. "A FLOWER OF YOURS, THAT I MAY TREASURE IT AS A MISER DOES GOLD"--Chap. xviii.] [Illustration: "OH, REALLY! YOU KNOW HOW IGNORANT I AM, AND THAT I ONLY ASK FOR INFORMATION, BUT ISN'T IT ALWAYS SO! I THOUGHT THAT KIND OF LIFE WAS ON ALL HANDS UNDERSTOOD TO BE--EH!"--Chap. XX.] [Illustration: PRESENTLY THEY BROUGHT HER TO THE FIRESIDE, VERY MUCH CONFUSED, AND VERY SHY--Chap. xxi.] [Illustration: "THAT IS A BLACK SHADOW TO BE FOLLOWING THE GIRL," SAID STEERFORTH, STANDING STILL; "WHAT DOES IT MEAN!"--Chap. xxii.] [Illustration: "TROT! MY DEAR TROT!" CRIED MY AUNT, IN A TERRIFIED WHISPER, AND PRESSING MY ARM. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO"--Chap, xxiii.] [Illustration: AND MRS. CRUPP SAID, THANK HEAVEN SHE HAD NOW FOUND SUMMUN SHE COULD CARE FOR--Chap. xxiii.] [Illustration: HAMLET'S AUNT BETRAYS THE FAMILY FAILING, AND INDULGES IN A SOLILOQUY ON "BLOOD"--Chap. xxv.] [Illustration: DORA--Chap. xxvi.] [Illustration: "HERE," DRAWING THE CLOTH OFF WITH GREAT PRIDE AND CARE, "ARE TWO PIECES OF FURNITURE TO COMMENCE WITH"--Chap. xxvii.] [Illustration: MR. MICAWBER IN HIS ELEMENT--Chap. xxviii.] [Illustration: HE WAS FAST ASLEEP; LYING EASILY, WITH HIS HEAD UPON HIS ARM, AS I HAD OFTEN SEEN HIM LIE AT SCHOOL--Chap. xxix.] [Illustration: "GIVE ME BREATH ENOUGH," SAYS I TO MY DAUGHTER MINNIE, "AND I'LL FIND PASSAGES, MY DEAR"--Chap. xxx] [Illustration: "READ IT, SIR," HE SAID, IN A LOW SHIVERING VOICE. "SLOW, PLEASE. I DOEN'T KNOW AS I CAN UNDERSTAND"--Chap. xxxi.] [Illustration: "TAKE A WORD OF ADVICE, EVEN FROM THREE FOOT NOTHING, TRY NOT TO ASSOCIATE BODILY DEFECTS WITH MENTAL, MY GOOD FRIEND, EXCEPT FOR A SOLID REASON"--Chap. xxxii.] [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.]