[Illustration: "IF I DRAW YOU INTO THIS BLACK CLOSET AND SPEAK HERE."... "WHY DO YOU HIDE YOUR FACE?"... "BECAUSE I AM AFRAID OF SEEING SOMETHING."... "YOU CAN'T BE AFRAID OF SEEING ANYTHING IN THIS DARKNESS, AFFERY"--Book 2, chap. xxiii.] [Illustration: "HE COULDN'T HAVE A BETTER NURSE TO BRING HIM ROUND," MR. SPARKLER MADE BOLD TO OPINE.... "FOR A WONDER I CAN AGREE WITH YOU," RETURNED HIS WIFE, LANGUIDLY TURNING HER EYELIDS A LITTLE IN HIS DIRECTION, "AND CAN ADOPT YOUR WORDS"--Book 2, chap. xxiv.] [Illustration: THE DAY WAS SUNNY, AND THE MARSHALSEA, WITH THE HOT NOON STRIKING UPON IT WAS UNWONTEDLY QUIET. ARTHUR CLENNAM DROPPED INTO A SOLITARY ARM-CHAIR, ITSELF AS FADED AS ANY DEBTOR IN THE GAOL, AND YIELDED HIMSELF TO HIS THOUGHTS--Book 2, chap. xxvii.] [Illustration: HE AROSE AND OPENED IT, AND AN AGREEABLE VOICE ACCOSTED HIM WITH "HOW DO YOU DO, MR. CLENNAM? I HOPE I AM NOT UNWELCOME IN CALLING TO SEE YOU." IT WAS THE SPRIGHTLY YOUNG BARNACLE, FERDINAND--Book 2, chap. xxviii.] [Illustration: AND SHE CAME TOWARDS HIM WITH HER HANDS LAID ON HIS BREAST TO KEEP HIM IN HIS CHAIR, AND WITH HER KNEES UPON THE FLOOR AT HIS FEET, AND WITH HER LIPS RAISED UP TO KISS HIM, AND WITH HER TEARS DROPPING ON HIM AS THE RAIN FROM HEAVEN HAD DROPPED UPON THE FLOWERS, LITTLE DORRIT, A LOVING PRESENCE, CALLED HIM BY HIS NAME--Book 2, chap. xxix.] [Illustration: IN A MOMENT, AFFERY HAD THROWN THE STOCKING DOWN, STARTED UP, CAUGHT HOLD OF THE WINDOW-SILL WITH HER RIGHT HAND, LODGED HERSELF UPON THE WINDOW SEAT WITH HER RIGHT KNEE, AND WAS FLOURISHING HER LEFT HAND, BEATING EXPECTING ASSAILANTS OFF--Book 2, chap. xxx.] [Illustration: THE SUN HAD SET, AND THE STREETS WERE DIM IN THE DUSKY TWILIGHT, WHEN THE FIGURE, SO LONG UNUSED TO THEM, HURRIED ON ITS WAY--Book 2, chap. xxxi.] [Illustration: MR. PANCKS AND THE PATRIARCH WERE INSTANTLY THE CENTRE OF A PRESS, ALL EYES AND EARS; WINDOWS WERE THROWN OPEN, AND DOORSTEPS WERE THRONGED--Book 2, chap. xxxii.] [Illustration: SUCH A BOX HAD AFFERY FLINTWINCH SEEN IN THE FIRST OF HER DREAMS, GOING OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE ... THIS, TATTYCORAM PUT ON THE GROUND AT HER OLD MASTER'S FEET; THIS, TATTYCORAM FELL ON HER KNEES BY, AND PUT HER HANDS UPON....--Book 2, chap. xxxiii.] [Illustration: LITTLE DORRIT AND HER HUSBAND WALKED OUT OF THE CHURCH ALONE--Chap. xxxiv.] REPRINTED PIECES NINE ILLUSTRATIONS BY E. G. DALZIEL [Illustration: THE MOMENT COMES, THE FIRE IS DYING--AND THE CHILD IS DEAD--_The Long Voyage_] [Illustration: "OH, GIT ALONG WITH YOU, SIR, IF YOU PLEASE, ME AND MRS. BIGBY DON'T WANT NO MALE PARTIES HERE"--_Births--Mrs. Meeks of a son_] [Illustration: "LOOK AT THE SNIVELLING MILKSOP," SAID MY UNCLE--_The Poor Relation's Story_] [Illustration: IN THE MIDST OF THE KITCHEN ... SITS A YOUNG, MODEST, GENTLE-LOOKING CREATURE, WITH A BEAUTIFUL CHILD IN HER LAP--_On Duty with Inspector Field_]