[THE PERSONAL HISTORY OF
DAVID COPPERFIELD]
SIXTY-ONE ILLUSTRATIONS
BY FRED BARNARD
Peggotty seemed to swell and grow immensely large. I propped my eyelids open with my two forefingers and looked perseveringly at her, as she sat at work—Chap. ii.
"Dead, Mr. Peggotty!" I hinted, after a respectful pause.
"Drowndead," said Mr. Peggotty—Chap. iii.