THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF NICHOLAS NICKLEBY

FIFTY-NINE ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD

Ralph Nickleby and Newman Noggs—Chap. ii.

The Uncle and Nephew looked at each other for some seconds without speaking—Chap. iii.

The schoolmaster and his companion looked steadily at each other for a few seconds, and then exchanged a very meaning smile—Chap. iv.

"Snubs and Romans are plentiful enough, and there are flats of all sorts and sizes when there's a meeting at Exeter Hall"—Chap. v.

"Very glad to make your acquaintance, Miss," said Squeers, raising his hat an inch or two—Chap. v.

On the opposite side of the fire, there sat with folded arms a wrinkling hideous figure—Chap. vi.

The first class English spelling and philosophy—Chap. viii.

"Pain and fear, pain and fear for me, alive or dead. No hope, no hope!"—Chap. viii.

Kate walked sadly back to their lodgings in the Strand—Chap. x.

"Oh! as soft as possible, if you please"—Chap. ix.

"Wretch," rejoined Nicholas fiercely, "touch him at your peril! I will not stand by, and see it done. My blood is up, and I have the strength of ten such men as you"—Chap. xiii.

"I can—not help it, and it don't signify," sobbed Mrs. Kenwigs. "Oh! they're too beautiful to live, much too beautiful!"—Chap. xiv.

There came into the office an applicant in whose favour he immediately retired, and whose appearance both surprised and interested him—Chap. xvi.

"I don't forget you, my soul, and never shall, and never can," said Mantalini, kissing his wife's hand and grimacing aside to Miss Nickleby, who turned away—Chap. xvii.

"A miserable wretch," exclaimed Mr. Knag, striking his forehead. "A miserable wretch"—Chap. xviii.

"I am afraid you have been giving her some of your wicked looks, my lord," said the intended—Chap. xviii.

But the young lady making a violent effort to disengage herself, he lost his balance, and measured his length upon the ground—Chap. xix.

The dressing-room door being hastily flung open, Mr. Mantalini was disclosed to view, with his shirt collar symmetrically thrown back: putting a fine edge to a breakfast knife by means of his razor strop—Chap. xxi.

"You can just give him that ere card, and tell him if he wants to speak to me, and save trouble, here I am, that's all"—Chap. xxi.

Mr. Crummles looked, from time to time, with great interest at Smike, with whom he had appeared considerably struck from the first. He had now fallen asleep, and was nodding in his chair—Chap. xxii.

The Indian savage and the maiden—Chap. xxiii.

"As an exquisite embodiment of the poet's visions, and a realisation of human intellectuality, gilding with refulgent light our dreamy moments, and laying open a new and magic world before the mental eye, the drama is gone, perfectly gone," said Mr. Curdle—Chap. xxiv.

"Nickleby," said his client, throwing himself along the sofa on which he had been previously seated, so as to bring his lips nearer to the old man's ear, "what a pretty creature your niece is!"—Chap. xxvi.

Sir Mulberry Hawk and his friend exchanged glances over the top of the bonnet—Chap. xxvi.

"I see how it is," said poor Noggs, drawing from his pocket what seemed to be a very old duster, and wiping Kate's eyes with it as gently as if she were an infant—Chap. xxviii.

"But they shall not protect ye!" said the tragedian, taking an upward look at Nicholas, beginning at his boots and ending at the crown of his head—Chap. xxix.

Mr. Snevellicci repeated the wink, and, drinking to Mrs. Lilyvick in dumb-show, actually blew her a kiss—Chap. xxx.

Lashing himself up to an extraordinary pitch of fury, Newman Noggs jerked himself about the room with the most eccentric motion ever beheld in a human being—Chap. xxxi.

"Look at them tears, Sir!" said Squeers with a triumphant air, as master Wackford wiped his eyes with the cuff of his jacket; "there's oiliness"—Chap. xxxiv.

Sir Mulberry, shortening his whip, applied it furiously to the head and shoulders of Nicholas. It was broken in the struggle: Nicholas gained the heavy handle, and with it laid open one side of his antagonist's face from the eye to the lip—Chap. xxxii.

Night found him, at last, still harping on the same theme, and still pursuing the same unprofitable reflections—Chap. xxxiv.

"I'm not coming an hour later in the morning, you know," said Tim, breaking out all at once, and looking very resolute. "I'm not going to sleep in the fresh air—no, nor I'm not going into the country either"—Chap. xxxv.

With this the doctor laughed; but he didn't laugh half as much as a married friend of Mrs. Kenwigs's, who had just come in from the sick chamber—Chap. xxxvi.

"Ye'es," said the other, turning full upon him. "If you had told him who you were: if you had given him your card, and found out, afterwards, that his station or character prevented your fighting him, it would have been bad enough then"—Chap. xxxviii.

Darting in, covered Smike's mouth with his huge hand before he could utter a sound—Chap. xxxix.

The meditative ogre—Chap. xl.

Concluded by standing on one leg, and repeating his favourite bellow with increased vehemence—Chap. xli.

"I say," said John, rather astounded for the moment, "mak' theeself quite at whoam, will 'ee?"—Chap. xlii.

Fell upon his face in a passion of bitter grief—Chap. xliii.

"I am a most miserable and wretched outcast, nearly sixty years old, and as destitute and helpless as a child of six"—Chap. xliv.

Mr. Squeers executes an impromptu "pas seul"—Chap. xlv.

Was presently conducted by a robber, with a very large belt and buckle round his waist, and very large leather gauntlets on his hands, into the presence of his former manager—Chap. xlviii.

"No matter! do you think you bring your paltry money here as a favour or a gift; or as a matter of business, and in return for value received"—Chap. xlvi.

"Aha!" cried the old gentleman, folding his hands and squeezing them with great force against each other. "I see her now; i see her now; My love, my life, my bride, my peerless beauty! she is come at last—at last—and all is gas and gaiters"—Chap. xlix.

Two men, seizing each other by the throat, struggled into the middle of the room—Chap. l.

All the light and life of day came on; and amidst it all, and pressing down the grass whose every blade bore twenty tiny lives, lay the dead man, with his stark and rigid face turned upwards to the sky—Chap. l.

"I'll be married in the bottle-green," cried Arthur Gride—Chap. li.

"Thieves! thieves!" shrieked the usurer, starting up and folding his book to his breast; "robbers! murder!"—Chap. liii.

"I must beseech you to contemplate again the fearful course to which you have been impelled"—Chap. liii.

He drew Ralph Nickleby to the further end of the room, and pointed towards Gride, who sat huddled together in a corner, fumbling nervously with the buttons of his coat, and exhibiting a face of which every skulking and base expression was sharpened and aggravated to the utmost of his anxiety and trepidation—Chap. liv.

"There is something missing, you say," said Ralph, shaking him furiously by the collar. "What is it?"—Chap. lvi.

"Do you see this? This is a bottle"—Chap. lvii.

"Who tampered with a selfish father, urging him to sell his daughter to old Arthur Gride, and tampered with Gride too, and did so in the little office, with a closet in the room"—Chap. lix.

"Total, all up with Squeers!"—Chap. lx.

Ralph makes one last appointment—and keeps it—Chap. lxii.

Clasping the iron railings with his hands, looked eagerly in, wondering which might be his grave—Chap. lxii.

"Oh, Mr. Linkinwater, you're joking!" "No, no, I'm not. I'm not indeed," said Tim. "I will, if you will. Do, my dear!"—Chap. lxiii.

The little people could do nothing without dear Newman Noggs—Chap. lxv.