CHARLES DICKENS: BLEAK HOUSE ILLUSTRATED BY FREDERICK BARNARD, 2nd Part

 

"O YOU RIDICOLOUS CHILD!" OBSERVED  MRS.  JELLYBY, WITH AN ABSTRACTED AIR, AS SHE LOOKED OVER THE DESPATCH LAST OPENED;  "WHAT A GOOSE YOU ARE!"

"OF ALL MY OLD ASSOCIATIONS, OF ALL MY OLD  PURSUITS AND HOPES, OF ALL THE LIVING AND THE DEAD WORLD, THIS ONE POOR SOUL ALONE  COMES NATURAL TO ME, AND I AM FIT FOR."

"WHAT'S GONE  OF YOUR FATHER AND YOUR MOTHER, EH?"

"I BELIEVE YOU" SAYS MRS. BAGNET. "HE IS A BRITON. THAT 'S WHAT  WOOLWICH IS. A BRITON!"

THE IRONMASTER.

MR.GUPPY'S CATECHISM.

"NEVER HAVE A MISSION, MY DEAR CHILD"

"O MY CHILD, O MY CHILD!"

AND HE SHIVERED IN THE WINDOW-SEAT WITH CHARLEY STANDING BY HIM, LIKE SOME WOUNDED ANIMAL THAT HAD BEEN FOUND IN A DITCH.

"MY LOVE,  YOU KNOW THESE TWO GENTLEMEN?"

"YES !" SAYS MRS. SNAGSBY  AND IN RIGID MANNER ACKNOWLEDGED THEIR PRESENCE.

"I HAVE COME DOWN,"  REPEATS GRANDFATHER SMALLWEED, HOOKING THE AIR TOWARDS HIM WITH ALL HIS TEN FINGERS AT ONCE, "TO LOOK AFTER THE PROPERTY."

"PUTS HIS HAND ON HIS BALD HEAD AGAIN, UNDER THIS NEW VERBAL SHOWER-BATH.*

"MY MOTHER."

"FOR I AM CONSTANTLY BEING TAKEN IN THESE NETS," SAID MR. SKIMPOLE, LOOKING BEAMINGLY AT US OVER A GLAS WINE-AND-WATER, "AND  AM CONSTANTLY BEING BAILED OUT - LIKE A ROAT."

"WE DANCED FOR AN HOUR WITH GREAT GRAVITY."

"SHE MADE NO SOUND OF LAUGHTER, BUT SHE ROLLED HER HEAD, AND SHOOK IT, AND PUT HER HANDKERCHIEF TO HER MOUTH, AND APPEALED TO CADDY WITH HER ELBOW."

"YOU ARE TO BE CONGRATULATED, MR. GUPPY; YOU ARE A FORTUNATE YOUNF MAN, SIR."

UNDER THE LINCOLN'S TREES.

A BIRD OF ILL OMEN.

"TURNS THE KEY UPON HER, MISTRESS, " ILLUSTRATING WITH THE CELLAR KEY.

RICHARD.

"HERE, AGAINST A  HOARDING OF DECAYING TIMBER, HE IS BROUGHT TO BAY."

THE CART IS SHAKEN ALL TO PIECES, AND THE RUGGED ROAD IS VERY NEAR ITS END.

"MR. BUCKET URGING A SENSIBLE VIEW OF THE CASE WITH HIS FAT FOREFINGER."

PEEPY WAS SUFFICIENTLY DECORATED TO WALK HAND IN HAND WITH THE PROFESSOR OF DEPORTMENT.

"ESTHER, DEAR" SHE SAID VERY QUIETLY, "I AM NOT GOING HOME AGAIN."

"HASN'T A DOUBT -ZAMPLE- FAR BETTER HANG WRONG FLER THAN NO FLER."

"CAN YOU MAKE A HAUGHTY GENTLEMAN OF HIM....THE POOR INFANT!"

"HE PUTS HIS HANDS TOGETHER,....AND RAISING THEM TOWARDS HER BREAST, BOWS DOWN HIS HEAD, AND CRIES."

MR. BUCKET IN LADY DEDLOCK'S BOUDOIR.

IN THE BRICKMAKER'S COTTAGE.

THE OLD HOUSEKEEPER WEEPNG SILENTLY; VOLUMNIA IN THE GREATEST AGITATION, WITH THE FRESHEST BLOOM ON HER CHEEKS, THE TROOPER WITH HIS ARMS FOLDED AND HIS DEAD A LIILE BENT, RESPECTFULLY ATTENTIVE.

"SHE LAY THERE WITH ONE ARM CREEPING ROUND A BAR OFTHE IRON GATE, AND SEEMING TO EMBRACE IT."

"MISS SOMERSON,", SAID MR. VHOLES, VERY SLOWLY RUBBING HIS GLOVED HANDS,....THIS WAS AN ILL-ADVISED MARRIAGE OF MR. C.'S."

"TO WHICH? SAY THAT AGAIN,2 CRIED MR. SMALLWEED, IN A SHRILL, SHARP VOICE.

"GET OUT WITH YOU, IF WE AIN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, GO AND PROCURE SOMEBODY THAT IS GOOD ENOUGH, GO ALONG AND FIND 'EM."

"BUT I NEVER OWN TO IT BEFORE THE OLD GIRL. DISCIPLINE MUST BE MAINTAINED.

VOLUMNIA'S DEVOTION TO SIR LEICESTER