Mrs. Bloss with a look of the most indescribable alarm "No stomach," repeated Mrs. Tibbs with a shake of the head—
Tales, chap. i.
The dear little fellow, having recovered his animal spirits, was standing upon her soft tender foot—Tales, chap. iii.
"So exactly the air of the Marquis," said the Military Gentleman—Tales, chap. iv.
"How delightful, how refreshing it is, to retire from the cloudy storms, the vicissitudes, and the troubles of life, even if it be but for a few fleeting moments."—Tales, chap. v.
"Who was he?" inquired the Surgeon. "My Son!" rejoined the Woman; and fell senseless at his feet—Tales, chap. vi.
The facetious Hardy, in fulfilment of his promise, had watched the Child to a remote part of the vessel, and, suddenly appearing before him with the most awful contortions of visage, had produced his paroxysms of terror—Tales, chap. vii.
One Gentleman was observed suddenly to rush from table without the slightest ostensible reason, and dart up the steps with incredible swiftness, thereby greatly damaging both himself and the Steward, who happened to be coming down at the same moment—Tales, chap. vii.
"Leave that 'ere bell alone, you wretched loo-nattic!" said the Boots, suddenly forcing the unfortunate Trott back into his chair, and brandishing the stick aloft—Tales, chap. viii.
The Black Veil—Tales, chap. vi.
"Why," replied Mr. Walkins Tottle evasively; for he trembled violently, and felt a sudden tingling throughout his whole frame; "Why—i should certainly—at least, i think i should like——"—Tales, chap. x. 1
Mr. Nicodemus Dumps … cross, cadaverous, odd and ill-natured—Tales, chap. xi.
"I've brought this here note," replied the individual in the painted tops in a hoarse whisper; "I've brought this here note from a Gen'l'm'n as come to our house this mornin'."—Tales, Chap. x. 2
He raised his manacled hands in a threatening attitude, fixed his eyes on his shrinking Parent and slowly left the room—Tales, chap. xii.
Looks that he had long forgotten were fixed upon him once more; voices long since hushed in death sounded in his ears like the music of village bells—Tales, chap. xii.
The body was washed ashore, some miles down the river, a swollen disfigured mass—Tales, chap. xii.
THE POSTHUMOUS PAPERS OF
THE PICKWICK CLUB
Table of Contents
FIFTY-SEVEN ILLUSTRATIONS
BY PHIZ
"Come on," said the cab-driver, sparring away like clockwork. "Come on—all four on you"—Chap. i.
"What! introducing his friend!"—Chap. ii.
Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle had each performed a compulsory summerset with remarkable agility—Chap. iv.
The horse no sooner beheld Mr. Pickwick advancing with the chaise whip in his hand—Chap. v.
There was a scream as of an individual—not a rook—in corporeal anguish. Mr. Tupman had saved the lives of innumerable unoffending birds by receiving a portion of the charge in his left arm—Chap. vii.
Mr. Wardle looked on, in silent wonder—Chap. vii.
Old Mr. Wardle, with a highly-inflamed countenance, was grasping the hand of a strange gentleman—Chap. viii.
Mr. Tupman looked round. There was the fat boy—Chap. viii.
Sam stole a look at the inquirer—Chap. x.
"God bless me, what's the matter"—Chap. xi.
"Take this little villain away," said the agonised Mr. Pickwick—Chap. xii.
"He has come out," said little Mr. Perker, greatly excited; the more so as their position did not enable them to see what was going forward—Chap. xiii.
The chair was an ugly old gentleman; and what was more, he was winking at Tom Smart—Chap. xiv.
"Permit me to introduce my friends—Mr. Tupman—Mr. Winkle—Mr. Snodgrass"—Chap. xv.
