File:Our mutual friend (1895) (14778722874).jpg

Identifier: ourmutualfriend00dick (find matches)
Title: Our mutual friend
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Dickens, Charles, 1837-1896, ed
Subjects: Inheritance and succession Social classes Poor families Deception
Publisher: New York, London, Macmillan
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
g through the window.Perhaps it drew him on to look in. Perhaps he had come out withthe express intention. That part of the bank having rank grassgrowing on it, there was no difficulty in getting close, without anynoise of footsteps : it was but to scramble up a ragged face of prettyhard mud some three or four feet high and come upon the grass andto the window. He came to the window by that means. She had no other light than the light of the fire. The unkindledlamp stood on the table. She sat on the ground, looking at thebrasier, with her face leaning on her hand. There was a kind offilm or flicker on her face, which at first he took to be the fitful fire-light ; but, on a second look, he saw that she was weeping. A sadand solitary spectacle, as shown him by the rising and the falling ofthe fire. It was a little window of but four pieces of glass, and was notcurtained ; he chose it because the larger window near it was. Itshowed him the room, and the bills upon the wall respecting the
Text Appearing After Image:
WAITING FOR FATHEK. OUR MUTUAL FRIEND. 155 drowned people starting out and receding by turns. But he glancedslightly at them, though he looked long and steadily at her. A deeprich piece of colour, with the brown flush of her cheek and the shin-ing lustre of her hair, though sad and solitary, weeping by the risingand the falling of the fire. She started up. He had been so very still, that he felt sure itwas not he who had disturbed her, so merely withdrew from the win-dow and stood near it in the shadow of the wall. She opened thedoor, and said in an alarmed tone, Father, was that you callingme? And again, Father! And once again, after listening, Father ! I thought I heard you call me twice before ! No response. As she re-entered at the door, he dropped over thebank and made his way back, among the ooze and near the hiding-place, to Mortimer Lightwood : to whom he told what he had seenof the girl, and how this was becoming very grim indeed. If the real man feels as guilty as I do, said

Note About Images