THE PERSONAL HISTORY OF DAVID COPPERFIELD
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SIXTY-ONE ILLUSTRATIONS BY FRED BARNARD
Peggotty seemed to swell and grow immensely large. I propped my eyelids open with my two forefingers and looked perseveringly at her, as she sat at work—Chap. ii.
"Dead, Mr. Peggotty!" I hinted, after a respectful pause. "Drowndead," said Mr. Peggotty—Chap. iii.
"That's not it!" said I, "that ship-looking thing!" "That's it, Mas'r Davy," returned Ham—Chap. iii.
And when we came at last to the five thousand cheeses (canes he made it that day, I remember), my mother burst out crying—Chap. iv.
I saw to my amazement, Peggotty burst from a hedge and climb into the cart—Chap. v.
"He knows me, and I know him. Do you know me! Hey!" said Mr. Creakle, pinching my ear with ferocious playfulness—Chap. vi.
"Let him deny it," said Steerforth—Chap. vii.
"Don't go, Steerforth, if you please. These are two Yarmouth boatmen—very kind, good people—who are relations of my nurse, and have come from Gravesend to see me"—Chap. vii.
"Father!" said Minnie playfully. "What a porpoise you do grow!"—Chap. ix.
I begin life on my own account, and don't like it—Chap. xi.
I am presented to Mrs. Micawber—Chap. xi.
The young man still replied: "Come to the pollis!" and was dragging me against the donkey in a violent manner, as if there were any affinity between that animal and a magistrate—Chap. xii.
"Oh, my lungs and liver, will you go for threepence!"—Chap. xiii.
Mr. Micawber, impressing the names of the streets and the shapes of corner houses upon me as we went along, that I might find my way back easily in the morning—Chap. xi.
The battle on the green—Chap. xiv.
She always roused him with a question or caress—Chap. xv.
"Oh, thank you, Master Copperfield," said Uriah Heep, "for that remark! it is so true! 'umble as I am, I know it is so true! Oh, thank you, Master Copperfield!"—Chap. xvi.
The doctor's walk—Chap. xvii.
"I ask an inestimable price for it, Miss Larkins" . . . . "Indeed! what is that!" returns Miss Larkins. "A flower of yours, that I may treasure it as a miser does gold"—Chap. xviii.
"Oh, really! you know how ignorant I am, and that I only ask for information, but isn't it always so! I thought that kind of life was on all hands understood to be—eh!"—Chap. XX.
Presently they brought her to the fireside, very much confused, and very shy—Chap. xxi.
"That is a black shadow to be following the girl," said Steerforth, standing still; "what does it mean!"—Chap. xxii.
"Trot! my dear Trot!" cried my aunt, in a terrified whisper, and pressing my arm. "I don't know what to do"—Chap, xxiii.
And Mrs. Crupp said, thank heaven she had now found summun she could care for—Chap. xxiii.
Hamlet's aunt betrays the family failing, and indulges in a soliloquy on "blood"—Chap. xxv.
Dora—Chap. xxvi.
"Here," drawing the cloth off with great pride and care, "are two pieces of furniture to commence with"—Chap. xxvii.
Mr. Micawber in his element—Chap. xxviii.
He was fast asleep; lying easily, with his head upon his arm, as I had often seen him lie at school—Chap. xxix.
"Give me breath enough," says I to my daughter Minnie, "and I'll find passages, my dear"—Chap. xxx
"Read it, sir," he said, in a low shivering voice. "Slow, please. I doen't know as I can understand"—Chap. xxxi.
"Take a word of advice, even from three foot nothing, try not to associate bodily defects with mental, my good friend, except for a solid reason"—Chap. xxxii.
Under the lilac tree—Chap. xxxiii.
I parted from him, poor fellow, at the corner of the street, with his great kite at his back, a very monument of human misery—Chap. xxxiv.
"Deuce take the man!" said my aunt sternly, "what's he about! don't be galvanic, sir!"—Chap. xxxv.
"I hardly ever take breakfast, sir," he replied with his head thrown back in an easy chair. "I find it bores me"—Chap. xxxvi.
"You have heard Miss Murdstone," said Mr. Spenlow, turning to me. "I beg to ask Mr. Copperfield, if you have anything to say in reply!"—Chap. xxxviii.
"Papa, you are not well. Come with me!"—Chap. xxxix.
I stood face to face with Mr. Peggotty!—Chap. xl.
"I wonder why you ever fell in love with me!" said Dora, beginning on another button of my coat—Chap. xli.
He caught the hand in his, and we stood in that connection, looking at each other—Chap. xlii.
Holding the pens—Chap. xliv.
"Then, I have got it, boy!" said Mr. Dick—Chap. xlv.
Mr. Littimer tells his story—Chap. xlvi.
"Oh, the river!" she cried passionately. "Oh, the river!"—Chap. xlvii.
"When I can run about again, as I used to do, aunt," said Dora, "I shall make Jip race. He is getting quite slow and lazy"—Chap. xlviii.
"And the name of the whole atrocious mass is—Heep!"—Chap. xlix.
Rosa Dartle sprang up from her seat: recoiled, and in recoiling struck at her, with a face of such malignity, so darkened and disfigured by passion, that I had almost thrown myself between them—Chap. l.
"Approach me again, you—you—you Heep of infamy," gasped Mr. Micawber, "and if your head is human, I'll break it. Come on, come on"—Chap. lii.
"It is much better as it is!"—Chap. liii.
I have myself directed some attention, during the past week, to the art of baking—Chap. liv.
They drew him to my very feet—insensible—dead—Chap. lv.
I found Mr. Micawber sitting in a corner, looking darkly at the sheriff's officer who had effected the capture—Chap. lvii.
The Storm—Chap. lv.
I walked up to where he was sitting, and said, "How do you do, Mr. Chillip!"—Chap. lix.
For an instant, a distressful shadow crossed her face; but, even in the start it gave me, it was gone—Chap. lx.
I took Agnes in my arm to the back of her chair, and we both leaned over her—Chap. lxii.
"If a ship's cook that was turning settler, Mas'r Davy, didn't make offers fur to marry Mrs. Gummidge, I'm gormed—and I can't say no fairer than that!"—Chap, lxiii.
"Trotwood, you will be glad to hear that I shall finish the memorial when I have nothing else to do, and that your aunt's the most extraordinary woman in the world, sir!"—Chap. lxiv.
But one face, shining on me like a heavenly light by which I see all other objects, is above them and beyond them all—Chap. lxiv.
