TWENTY-THREE ILLUSTRATIONS BY E. G. DALZIEL
“I’m only a common soldier, sir,” said he. “It signifies very little what such a poor brute comes to”—Seven Poor Travellers , chap. ii.
And when the visitor (oppressed with pie) had fallen asleep, this wicked landlord would look softly in with a lamp in one hand and a knife in the other, would cut his throat, &c.—Holly Tree Inn , First Branch.
“My dear Captain Kavender,” says he. “Of all the men on earth, I wanted to see you most. I was on my way to you”—The Wreck of the Golden Mary —The Wreck
“O Christian George King sar berry sorry!” says the Sambo vagabond—The Perils of Certain English Prisoners , chap. i.
A grizzled personage in velveteen, with a face so cut up by varieties of weather that he looked as if he had been tattooed, was found smoking a pipe at the door of a wooden house on wheels—Going into Society
An imperturbable and speechless man, he had sat at his supper, with Streaker present in a swoon—The Haunted House , The Mortals in the House
“Might you be married now?” asked the Captain when he had some task with this new acquaintance. . . . “Not yet.” . . . “Going to be?” said the Captain. . . . “I hope so”—A Message from the Sea , chap. i.
“What is your name, sir, and where do you come from!” asked Mr. Mopes the hermit—Tom Tiddler’s Ground , chap. i.
“But it is not impossible that you are a pig!” retorted Madame Bouclet—Somebody’s Luggage , chap. ii.
“I am glad to see you employed,” said Mr. Traveller. . . . “I am glad to be employed,” returned the tinker-Tom Tiddler’s Ground , chap. vii.
Willing Sophy down upon her knees scrubbing early and late and ever cheerful but always smiling with a black face—Mrs. Lirriper’s Lodgings , chap. i.
“Come, sir! Remove me to my vile dungeon. Where is my mouldy straw!”—Mrs. Lirriper’s Legacy , chap. i.
And at last sitting dozing against a muddy cart wheel, I come upon the poor girl who was deaf and dumb—Dr. Marigold
While I was speaking to him, I saw it open, and a man look in, who very earnestly and mysteriously beckoned to me—Two Ghost Stories , I.
“I took you for some one else yesterday evening. That troubles me”—Two Ghost Stories , II.
“What would you do with twopence, if I gave it you!” . . . “‘Pend it”—Mugby Junction , chap. ii.
Cotched the decanter out of his hand, and said “Put it down, I won’t allow that!”—Mugby Junction , chap. iii.
“It’s from the best corner of our best forty-five-year-old bin,” said Mr. Wilding. . . . “Thank you, sir,” said Mr. Bintry. “It’s most excellent”—No Thoroughfare , Act i.
“We are famous for the growth in this vault, aren’t we!”—No Thoroughfare , Act i.
“If there had been a wrestle with a robber, as I dreamed,” said Obenreizer, “you see I was stripped for it.” . . . “And armed too,” said Vendale, glancing at his girdle—No Thoroughfare , Act iii.
He became roused to the knowledge that Obenreizer had set upon him, and that they were struggling desperately in the snow—No Thoroughfare , Act iii.
At the side door of the church are the same two men from the Hospice—No Thoroughfare , Act iv.