GREAT EXPECTATIONS
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THIRTY ILLUSTRATIONS BY F. A. FRASER
"Hold your noise!" cried a horrible voice . . . "keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat"—Chap. i.
The sergeant ran in first—Chap. v.
"Why, here's a J!" said Joe, "and a O equal to anythink!"—Chap. vii.
She gave a contemptuous toss . . . and left me—Chap. viii.
He said, "Aha! Would you!" and began dancing backwards and forwards—Chap. xi.
"Well, Pip, you know, . . . you yourself see me put 'em in my 'at, and therefore you know as they are here"—Chap. xiii.
Orlick . . . was very soon among the coal-dust, and in no hurry to come out of it—Chap. xv.
Then she softly patted my shoulder in a soothing way—Chap. xvii.
"Now, this," said Mr. Trabb . . . "Is a very sweet article"—Chap. xix
"Say another word—one single word—and Wemmick shall give you your money back"—Chap. xx.
"This chap . . . murdered his master"—Chap. xxiv.
We found the aged heating the poker, with expectant eyes—Chap. xxv.
"Do you take tea, or coffee, Mr. Gargery?"—Chap. xxvii.
Drawling to his attendants, "Don't know yah, don't know yah!"—Chap. xxx
"Oh, you must take the purse!"—Chap. xxxiii.
It was fine summer weather again—Chap. xxxv.
"It is of no use," said Biddy—Chap. xxxv.
"What!" said Estella, preserving her attitude of indifference as she leaned against the great chimney-piece, and only moving her eyes, "Do you reproach me for being cold! You!"—Chap. xxxviii.
"Why should I look at him?" returned Estella—Chap. xxxviii.
I rose out of my chair, and stood with my hand upon the back of it, looking wildly at him—Chap. xxxix.
Gradually I slipped from the chair, and lay on the floor—Chap. xl.
"When I say to Compeyson 'Once out of this court, I'll smash that face o' yourn!' Ain't it Compeyson as prays the judge to be protected, and gets two turnkeys stood betwixt us!"—Chap. xiii
He came back calling for a light for the cigar in his mouth, which he had forgotten. A man in a dust-coloured dress appeared with what he wanted—Chap. xliii.
I had to feel my way back among the shipping—Chap. xlvii.
I entreated her to rise—Chap. xlix.
"Him that i speak of," said the landlord, "Mr. Pumblechook"—Chap. lii.
"Do you know this!" said he—Chap. liii.
He had spoken his last words—Chap. lvi.
We sat down on a bench that was near—Chap. lix.
