ILLUSTRATIONS
| They walked in silence, oppressed by the greatness of their grief | [Frontispiece] |
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| Instantly the air was filled with flying sponges | [4] |
| "Good gracious!" cried Miss Dabtree with an impetuous lunge towards the point of attack | [78] |
| "Really, Jack, I'm beginning to suspect you're an old hand." | [140] |
| He balanced carefully, stretched out one arm to encircle an imaginary waist | [172] |
| The partner of his arms, escaping, rolled over towards Tootsie | [182] |