[Illustration: "BUT WHAT--HEY?--LORD FORGIVE US!"--MRS. FLINTWINCH MUTTERED SOME EJACULATION TO THIS EFFECT, AND TURNED GIDDY--FOR MR. FLINTWINCH AWAKE, WAS WATCHING MR. FLINTWINCH ASLEEP--Book 1, chap. iv.] [Illustration: THEY LOOKED TEMPTING; EIGHT IN NUMBER, CIRCULARLY SET OUT ON A WHITE PLATE, ON A TRAY COVERED WITH A WHITE NAPKIN, FLANKED BY A SLICE OF BUTTERED FRENCH ROLL AND A LITTLE COMPACT GLASS OF COOL WINE AND WATER--Book 1, chap. v.] [Illustration: "GIVE ME THE MONEY AGAIN," SAID THE OTHER EAGERLY, "AND I'LL KEEP IT AND NEVER SPEND IT"--Book 1, chap. vi.] [Illustration: IN THE BACK GARRET--A SICKLY ROOM, WITH A TURNED UP BEDSTEAD IN IT, SO HASTILY AND RECENTLY TURNED UP THAT THE BLANKETS WERE BOILING OVER, AS IT WERE, AND KEEPING THE LID OPEN--A HALF FINISHED BREAKFAST OF COFFEE AND TOAST, FOR TWO PERSONS, WAS JUMBLED DOWN ANYHOW ON A RICKETY TABLE--Book 1, chap. ix.] [Illustration: "IS IT," SAID BARNWELL JUNIOR, TAKING HEED OF HIS VISITOR'S BROWN FACE, "ANYTHING--ABOUT--TONNAGE--OR THAT SORT OF THING?"--Book 1, chap. x.] [Illustration: ONE MAN, SLOWLY MOVING ON TOWARDS CHALONS, WAS THE ONLY VISIBLE FIGURE ON THE LANDSCAPE. CAIN MIGHT HAVE LOOKED AS LONELY AND AVOIDED--Book 1, chap. xi.] [Illustration: AND STOOPING DOWN TO PINCH THE CHEEK OF ANOTHER YOUNG CHILD WHO WAS SITTING ON THE FLOOR, STARING AT HIM, ASKED MRS. PLORNISH HOW OLD THAT FINE BOY WAS? "FOUR YEAR, JUST TURNED, SIR," SAID MRS. PLORNISH. "HE'S A FINE LITTLE FELLOW, A'INT HE, SIR, BUT THIS ONE IS RATHER SICKLY." SHE TENDERLY HUSHED THE BABY IN HER ARMS AS SHE SAID IT--Book 1, chap. xi.] [Illustration: THE PARLOUR FIRE TICKED IN THE GRATE. THERE WAS ONLY ONE PERSON ON THE PARLOUR HEARTH, AND THE LOUD WATCH IN HIS POCKET TICKED AUDIBLY. THE SERVANT MAID HAD TICKED THE TWO WORDS, "MR. CLENNAM," SO SOFTLY, THAT SHE HAD NOT BEEN HEARD; AND HE CONSEQUENTLY STOOD, WITHIN THE DOOR SHE HAD CLOSED, UNNOTICED--Book 1, chap. xiii.] [Illustration: HIS DOOR WAS SOFTLY OPENED, AND THESE SPOKEN WORDS STARTLED HIM, AND CAME AS IF THEY WERE AN ANSWER, "LITTLE DORRIT"--Book 1, chap. xiii.] [Illustration: THEY WENT TO THE CLOSED GATE, AND PEEPED THROUGH INTO THE COURTYARD. "I HOPE HE IS SOUND ASLEEP," SAID LITTLE DORRIT, KISSING ONE OF THE BARS, "AND DOES NOT MISS ME." THE GATE WAS SO FAMILIAR, AND SO LIKE A COMPANION, THAT THEY PUT DOWN MAGGY'S BASKET IN A CORNER TO SERVE FOR A SEAT, AND KEEPING CLOSE TOGETHER, RESTED THERE FOR SOME TIME--Book 1, chap. xiv.] [Illustration: THEN THE BELL RANG ONCE MORE, AND THEN ONCE MORE, AND THEN KEPT ON RINGING; IN DESPITE OF WHICH IMPORTUNATE SUMMONS, AFFERY STILL SAT BEHIND HER APRON, RECOVERING HER BREATH. AT LAST MR. FLINTWINCH CAME SHUFFLING DOWN THE STAIRCASE INTO THE HALL, MUTTERING AND CALLING "AFFERY WOMAN!" ALL THE WAY. AFFERY STILL REMAINING BEHIND HER APRON, HE CAME STUMBLING DOWN THE KITCHEN STAIRS, CANDLE IN HAND--Book 1, chap. xv.]