قراءة كتاب Scenes and Characters from the Works of Charles Dickens Being Eight Hundred and Sixty-six Pictures Printed From the Original Wood Blocks
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Scenes and Characters from the Works of Charles Dickens Being Eight Hundred and Sixty-six Pictures Printed From the Original Wood Blocks
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class="small">ILLUSTRATIVE OF
EVERY-DAY LIFE AND
EVERY-DAY PEOPLE.
THIRTY-FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS
BY FRED BARNARD
BY FRED BARNARD
The Half-pay Captain completely effaced the old lady's name from the brass door-plate in his attempts to polish it with aqua-fortis—Our Parish, chap. ii.
"Why the Devil ain't you looking after that plate?"—Our Parish, chap. v. 
When he first came to look at the lodgings, he inquired most particularly whether he was sure to be able to get a seat in the Parish Church—Our Parish, chap. vii.
"It is nearly eleven o'clock, and the cold thin rain, which has been drizzling so long, is beginning to pour down in good earnest"—Scenes, chap. ii. 
The Gravesend boat.—Scenes, chap. x.
Different women of the House gossiping on the steps . . . the native Diallers—Scenes, chap. v.
It was a wedding party and sketched from one of the interior streets near Fitzroy Square—Scenes, chap. vii.
The Gentleman described looks extremely foolish, and squeezes her hand, and fees the Gipsy liberally—Scenes, chap. xii. 
"I may as well get board, lodgin', and washin' till then, out of the country, as pay for it myself; consequently here goes"—Scenes, chap. xvii.
"His line is genteel comedy—his father's coal and potato. He does Alfred Highflier in the last piece, and very well he'll do it—at the price."—Scenes, chap. xiv.
Tureens of soup are emptied with awful rapidity—Scenes, chap. x. 19 
A gin-shop—Scenes, chap. xxii.
The Pawnbroker's Shop—Scenes, chap. xxiii. 
Children were playing on the grass; groups . . . chatting and laughing; but the man walked steadily up and down, unheeding and unheeded—Characters, chap. i.
"What do you mean by that, Scoundrel?" exclaimed Mr. Samuel Wilkins. . . . "What's the matter with you, you little Humbug?" replied Whiskers—Characters, chap. iv. 
The Prisoners' van—Characters, chap. xii.
Hurrying along a by-street, keeping as close as he can to the area railings, a Man of about forty or fifty, clad in an old rusty suit of threadbare black cloth—Characters, chap. x.
"I received a note"—he said tremulously, in a voice like a Punch with a cold—"Yes," returned the other, "You did,"—"Exactly,"—"Yes"—Tales, Chap. i. 
"No what?" inquired Mrs. Bloss with a look of the most