  | IN COLOUR | | The Pickwick Club | Frontispiece | | “Wo—o!” cried Mr. Pickwick. “Wo—o!” echoed Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass from the bin | Facing page 70 | | Mr. Pickwick ran to his assistance | „ | 72 | | “Bless my soul!” said Mr. Winkle, “I declare I forgot the cap” | „ | 98 | | “Love to Tuppy—won’t you get up behind?—drive on, boys,” replied Jingle | „ | 134 | | Sam at the White Hart | „ | 142 | | At the table sat Mr. Tupman, looking as unlike a man who had taken his leave of this world as possible | „ | 156 | | “She looked up in Tom’s face and smiled through her tears” | „ | 220 | | “I won’t suffer this barrow to be moved another step unless Winkle carries that gun of his in a different manner” | „ | 286 | | “Take example of your father, my boy, and be very careful o’ widders all your life” | „ | 310 | | “I trust, ma’am,” resumed Mr. Pickwick, “that my unblemished character and the devoted respect I entertain for your sex——” | „ | 354 | | “Mother-in-law,” said Sam, “how are you?” | „ | 418 | | A distant response is heard from the yard, and Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Tupman come running down it | „ | 430 |
| IN TEXT | | PAGE | | Heading to Chapter I | 1 | | Heading to Chapter II | 7 | | “Weeks!” said Mr. Pickwick in astonishment—and out came the note-book again | 9 | | “What’s the fun?” said a rather tall thin young man | 11 | | “My name is Winkle, sir” | 28 | | Heading to Chapter III | 39 | | Heading to Chapter IV | 52 | | “Damn that boy, he’s gone to sleep again” | 59 | | Heading to Chapter V | 66 | | “T’other side, sir, if you please” | 71 | | Heading to Chapter VI | 78 | | Heading to Chapter VII | 95 | | Heading to Chapter VIII | 111 | | “He must have been fast asleep,” whispered Mr. Tupman | 115 | | Heading to Chapter IX | 126 | | “Here I am; but I han’t a willin” | 127 | | Heading to Chapter X | 136 | | Sam Weller at the keyhole | 146 | | Heading to Chapter XI | 152 | | “There is an inscription here,” said Mr. Pickwick | 158 | | Heading to Chapter XII | 173 | | “Oh, you kind, good, playful dear” | 176 | | Heading to Chapter XIII | 181 | | “He has patted the b
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