OUR MUTUAL FRIEND
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FIFTY-EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. MAHONEY
The bird of prey—Chap. i.
"Show us a picture," said the boy. "Tell us where to look!"—Chap. iii.
When it came to Bella's turn to sign her name, Mr. Rokesmith, who was standing, as he had sat, with a hesitating hand upon the table, looked at her stealthily, but narrowly—Chap. iv.
"Here you are again," repeated Mr. Wegg, musing. "And what are you now?"—Chap. v
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Lizzie, looking for her father, saw him coming, and stood upon the causeway that he might see her—Chap. vi.
After holding her to his breast with a passionate cry, he took up his bundle and darted out at the door, with an arm across her eyes—Book 1, chap. vi.
"You're casting your eyes round the shop, Mr. Wegg. Let me show you a light"—Chap. vii.
"Noody!" said Mrs. Boffin, coming from her fashionable sofa to his side on the plain settle and hooking her comfortable arm through his—Chap. ix.
That he knew it as well as she, she knew as well as he, when they were left together standing on the path by the garden-gate—Chap. ix.
She sits upon her stone, and takes no heed of him—Chap. x.
"Apparently one of the Ghosts has lost its way, and dropped in to be directed. Look at this Phantom!"—Chap. xii.
It was a little window of but four pieces of glass, and was not curtained; he chose it because the larger window near it was—Chap. xiii.
They had opened the door at the bottom of the staircase giving on the yard, and they stood in the sun-light looking at the scrawl of the two unsteady childish hands two or three steps up the staircase—Chap. xv.
"Come here, Toddles and Poddles"—Chap. xvi.
Mr. Bradley Headstone, highly certificated stipendiary schoolmaster, drew his right fore-finger through one of the button-holes of the boy's coat, and looked at it attentively—Book 2, chap. i.
He stood leaning by the door at Lizzie's side—Book 2, chap. ii.
"One thing, however, I can do for you," says Twemlow, "and that is, work for you." Veneering blessed him again—Book 2, chap. iii.
Ah! here was Alfred. Having stolen in unobserved, he playfully leaned on the back of Sophronia's chair—Book 2, chap. iv.
Perched on the stool, with his hat cocked on his head, and one of his legs dangling, the youth of Fledgeby hardly contrasted to advantage with the age of the Jewish man as he stood with his bare head bowed—Book 2, chap. v.
"Come up and be dead! Come up and be dead"—Book 2, chap. v.
"Good evening, Mr. Wegg. The yard-gate lock should be looked to, if you please; it don't catch"—Book 2, chap. vii.
"You never charge me, Miss Wilfer," said the secretary, encountering her by chance alone in the great drawing-room, "with commissions for home. I shall always be happy to execute any commands you may have in that direction"—Book 2, chap. viii.
"Now you may give me a kiss, Pa"—Book 2, chap. viii.
"A kiss for the boofer lady"—Book 2, chap. ix.
"Meaning," returned the little creature, "every one of you but you. Hah! now look this lady in the face. This is Mrs. Truth. The Honourable. Full-dressed"—Book 2, chap. xi.
And now, as the man held out the bottle to fill all round, Riderhood stood up, leaned over the table to look closer at the knife, and stared from it to him—Book 2, chap. xii.
Yet the cold was merciful, for it was the cold night air and the rain that restored me from a swoon on the stones of the causeway—Book 2, chap. xiii.
The dark look of hatred and revenge with which the words broke from his livid lips . . . made her so afraid of him that she turned to run away. But he caught her by the arm—Book 2, chap. xv.
Mrs. Lammle, on a sofa by a table, invites Mr. Twemlow's attention to a book of portraits in her hand—Book 2, chap. xvi.
It was an edifying spectacle, the young man in his easy chair taking his coffee, and the old man, with his grey head bent, standing awaiting his pleasure—Book 3, chap. i.
"It's summat run down in the fog"—Book 3, Chap. ii.
"Oh, indeed, sir! I fancy I can guess whom you think that's like"—Book 3, chap. iv.
Jenny twisted her venerable friend aside, to a brilliantly lighted toy-shop window, and said, "Now look at 'em! All my work!"—Book 3, chap. ii.
Feigning to be intent on her embroidery, she sat plying her needle until her busy hand was stopped by Mrs. Boffin's hand being lightly laid upon it—Book 3, chap. v.
"He can never be going to dig up the pole!" whispered Venus as they dropped low and kept close—Book 3, chap. vi.
"There'll shortly be an end of you," said Wegg, threatening it with the hat-box, "Your varnish is fading"—Book 3, chap. vii.
Lizzie Hexham very softly raised the weather-stained grey head, and lifted her as high as heaven—Book 3, chap. viii.
So they walked, speaking of the newly-filled-up grave, and of Johnny, and of many things—Book 3, chap. ix.
"And you see, as I was saying, Mortimer," remarked Eugene aloud with the utmost coolness, as though there were no one within hearing but themselves, "and you see, as I was saying—undergoing grinding torments"—Book 3, chap. x.
She shook that emphatic little forefinger of hers in his face, at parting, as earnestly and reproachfully as she had ever shaken it at her grim old child at home—Book 3, chap. xiii.
Mr. Venus produced the document, holding on by his usual corner. Mr. Wegg, holding on by the opposite corner, sat down on the seat so lately vacated by Mr. Boffin, and looked it over—Book 3, chap. xiv.
"You have been a pleasant room to me, dear room! Adieu! We shall never see each other again"—Book 3, chap. xv.
The Cherub, whose hair would have done for itself under the influence of this amazing spectacle, what Bella had just now done for it, staggered back into the window seat from which he had risen, and surveyed the pair with his eyes dilated to their utmost—Book 3, chap. xvi.
"Now, Dolls, wake up!" "Mist Wrayburn! Drection! Fifteen Shillings!"—Book 3, chap. xvii.
Rogue Riderhood recognised his "t'other governor," Mr. Eugene Wrayburn—Book 4, Chap. i.
There were actually tears in the bold woman's eyes as the soft-headed and soft-hearted girl twined her arms about her neck—Book 4, chap. ii
It was a pleasant sight, in the midst of the golden bloom, to see this salt old gruff and glum waving his shovel hat at Bella, while his thin white hair flowed free, as if she had once more launched him into blue water again—Book 4, chap. iv.
"There!" said Bella, when she had at last completed the final touches. "Now you are something like a genteel boy! Put your jacket on and come and have your supper."—Book 4, chap. v.
He had sauntered far enough. Before returning to retrace his steps, he stopped upon the margin to look down at the reflected night—Book 4, chap. vi.
When the bather had finished dressing, he kneeled on the grass, doing something with his hands, and again stood up with his bundle under his arm. Looking all around him with great attention, he then went to the river's edge, and flung it in as far, and yet as lightly, as he could—Book 4, chap. vii.
She took the liberty of opening an inner door, and then beheld the extraordinary spectacle of Mr. Fledgeby in a shirt, a pair of Turkish trousers, and a Turkish cap, rolling over and over on his own carpet, and spluttering wonderfully—Book 4, chap. viii.
Miss Jenny gave up altogether on this parting taking place between the friends, and sitting with her back towards the bed in the bower made by bright hair wept heartily though noiselessly—Book 4, chap. vii.
Bella's husband stepped softly to the half-door of the bar and stood there—Book 4, chap. xii.
"It looks as if the old man's spirit had found rest at last; don't it!" said Mrs. Boffin—Book 4, chap. xiii.
Bradley hesitated for a moment, but placed his usual signature, enlarged, upon the board—Book 4, chap. xv.
"There, there, there!" said Miss Wren, "for goodness' sake stop, giant, or I shall be swallowed up alive before I know it"—Book 4, chap. xvi.
Riderhood went over into the smooth pit backwards, and Bradley Headstone upon him—Book 4, chap. xv.
