[Illustration: IT WAS A STILL MORE EXCITING SPECTACLE TO BEHOLD MR. WELLER .... IMMERSING MR. STIGGINS'S HEAD IN A HORSE-TROUGH FULL OF WATER, AND HOLDING IT THERE UNTIL HE WAS HALF SUFFOCATED--Chap. lii.] [Illustration: "I SAY INSOLENT FAMILIARITY, SIR," SAID MR. PICKWICK, TURNING UPON FOGG WITH A FIERCENESS OF GESTURE WHICH CAUSED THAT PERSON TO RETREAT TOWARDS THE DOOR WITH GREAT EXPEDITION--Chap. liii.] [Illustration: "I SAY, HOW NICE YOU LOOK!"--Chap. liv.] [Illustration: THE MOTTLED-FACED GENTLEMAN REVIEWED THE COMPANY, AND SLOWLY LIFTED HIS HAND--Chap. lv.] [Illustration: THE WORDS WERE SCARCELY OUT OF THE OLD GENTLEMAN'S LIPS, WHEN FOOTSTEPS WERE HEARD ASCENDING THE STAIRS--Chap. lvi.] THE ADVENTURES OF OLIVER TWIST [Illustration] TWENTY-EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. MAHONEY [Illustration: OLIVER ASKS FOR MORE--Chap. ii.] [Illustration: "LIBERAL TERMS, MR. SOWERBERRY, LIBERAL TERMS!"--Chap. iv.] [Illustration: OLIVER RATHER ASTONISHES NOAH--Chap. vi.] [Illustration: "HULLO, MY COVEY! WHAT'S THE ROW?"--Chap. viii.] [Illustration: "STOP THIEF!"--Chap. x.] [Illustration: "WHAT'S BECOME OF THE BOY?"--Chap. xiii.] [Illustration: "YOU ARE ON THE SCENT, ARE YOU, NANCY?"--Chap. xv.] [Illustration: "A BEADLE! A PARISH BEADLE, OR I'LL EAT MY HEAD"--Chap. xvii.] [Illustration: THE BOY WAS LYING FAST ASLEEP, ON A RUDE BED UPON THE FLOOR--Chap. xix.] [Illustration: SIKES, WITH OLIVER'S HANDS STILL IN HIS, SOFTLY APPROACHED THE LOW PORCH--Chap. xxi.] [Illustration: "DIRECTLY I LEAVE GO OF YOU, DO YOUR WORK. HARK!"--Chap. xxii.] [Illustration: "FAGIN!" WHISPERED A VOICE CLOSE TO HIS EAR--Chap. xxvi.] [Illustration: "DON'T SIGH, MRS. CORNEY," SAID MR. BUMBLE--Chap. xxvii.] [Illustration: "JUST SEND SOMEBODY OUT TO RELIEVE MY MATE, WILL YOU, YOUNG MAN?"--Chap. xxxi.] [Illustration: WHEN IT BECAME QUITE DARK, AND THEY RETURNED HOME, THE YOUNG LADY WOULD SIT DOWN TO THE PIANO, AND PLAY SOME PLEASANT AIR--Chap. xxxii.] [Illustration: LOOKING ROUND, HE SAW THAT IT WAS A POST-CHAISE, DRIVEN AT GREAT SPEED--Chap. xxxiv.] [Illustration: A "FEW--A VERY FEW--WILL SUFFICE, ROSE," SAID THE YOUNG MAN, DRAWING HIS CHAIR TOWARDS HER--Chap. xxxv.] [Illustration: "WERE YOU LOOKING FOR ME," HE SAID, "WHEN YOU PEERED IN AT THE WINDOW?"--Chap. xxxvii.] [Illustration: THE EVIDENCE DESTROYED--Chap. xxxviii.] [Illustration: THEN, STOOPING SOFTLY OVER THE BED, SHE KISSED THE ROBBER'S LIPS--Chap. xxxix.] [Illustration: "LOOK THERE! THOSE ARE THE LIGHTS OF LONDON"--Chap. xlii.] [Illustration: "WHAT IS THIS?" INQUIRED ONE OF THE MAGISTRATES. "A PICK-POCKETING CASE, YOUR WORSHIP"--Chap. xliii.] [Illustration: WHEN SHE WAS ABOUT THE SAME DISTANCE IN ADVANCE AS SHE HAD BEEN BEFORE, HE SLIPPED QUIETLY DOWN, AND FOLLOWED HER AGAIN--Chap. xlvi.] [Illustration: HE MOVED, BACKWARD, TOWARDS THE DOOR: DRAGGED THE DOG WITH HIM--Chap. xlviii.] [Illustration: AND CREEPING OVER THE TILES, LOOKED OVER THE LOW PARAPET--Chap. l.]