No wonder the brother and sister had grown up thinking everybody was their enemy. They were quite prepared to hate Mr. Crisparkle when their guardian brought them. But by the time Mr. Honeythunder had gone (and Mr. Crisparkle was as glad as they were when he went home) they liked the young minister and felt that they would be happy there. They were a handsome pair, and Mr. Crisparkle was attracted to them both. Neville was lithe, and dark and rich in color; Helena was almost like a gypsy, slender, supple and quick. Both seemed half shy, half defiant, as though their blood were untamed.

To make them welcome that first evening, Mr. Crisparkle invited to his house Jasper, the choir master, with Edwin Drood, who was visiting him, and Rosebud from the seminary. Before they parted Rosebud was asked to sing.

Jasper played her accompaniment, and while she sang he watched her lips intently. All at once, to their great astonishment, Rosebud covered her face with her hands and, crying out, "I can't bear this! I am frightened! Take me away!" burst into tears.

Helena, the new-comer, who had liked Rosebud at first sight, seemed to understand her better than any one else. She laid her on a sofa, soothed her, and in a few moments Rosebud seemed again as usual. Mr. Crisparkle and Edwin Drood thought it only a fit of nervousness. To her relief, they made light of the matter, and so the evening ended.

But later, at Nun's House, where she and Helena were to be room-mates, Rosebud told her new friend how much she disliked Jasper and how his eyes terrified her, and how, as she sang, with his eyes watching her lips, she felt as if he had kissed her.

While the two girls were talking of this, Neville and Edwin Drood, who had gone with them as far as the door of the seminary, were walking back together. Mr. Crisparkle had told Neville of Drood's betrothal to Rosebud, and Neville now spoke of it. Drood, who had felt all along that he and Rosebud did not get along well together and who was sensitive on the subject, was unjustly angry that the other should so soon know what he considered his own private affair. He answered in a surly way and, as both were quick-tempered, they soon came to high words.

As it happened, Jasper was walking near, and, overhearing, came between them. He reproved them good-naturedly and took them to his rooms, where he insisted they should drink a glass of wine with him to their good fellowship. There he did a dastardly thing. He mixed with the wine a drug which, once drunk, aroused their angry passions. Their speech grew thick and the quarrel began again. Safe now from any spectator, Jasper did not attempt to soothe them. He let them go on until they were about to come to blows. Then, pretending the greatest indignation, he threw himself upon Neville and forced him, hatless, from the house.

In the cool night air Neville's strange dizziness, and with it his rage, cleared away. He realized that the blame for the quarrel had been Jasper's, but he did not guess the drugging of the wine and could not explain the incident even to himself. He went, however, manfully and sorrowfully to Mr. Crisparkle and told him what had occurred, and naturally Mr. Crisparkle, who had never found Edwin Drood quarrelsome, thought it the fault of Neville's hot blood and revengeful character.

He was the more certain of this when Jasper came to him, bringing Neville's hat, and told him his own story of the meeting. Jasper told him falsely that Neville had made a murderous attack on Drood, and but for him would have laid his nephew dead at his feet. He warned the minister that Neville had a tigerish nature and would yet be guilty of terrible crime. Mr. Crisparkle liked Neville, and all this saddened him, for he had not the least suspicion that Jasper was lying for a cruel purpose of his own.

The affair was an unhappy one for Neville. Jasper took care that the story spread abroad, and as it went it grew, so that almost everybody in Cloisterham came to consider Helena's brother a sullen fellow of a furious temper. And they believed it the more because Neville made no secret of the fact that he had fallen in love, too, with Rosebud, and in this they thought they saw a reason for his hating Edwin Drood.

Mr. Crisparkle was a faithful friend. He concluded soon that the fault was not all on Neville's side. But he was anxious to have the two young men friends, and he begged his pupil for his own part to lay aside the ill feeling. He went to the choir master also on the same errand, and Jasper assured him that his nephew would do the same. He even promised, hypocritically, that to bring this about he would invite both Edwin Drood and Neville to dine with him on Christmas Eve, in his own rooms, where they might meet and shake hands.

Both young men promised to come to the dinner, and Mr. Crisparkle was highly pleased, little dreaming what the outcome would be.

III

THE CHOIR MASTER'S DINNER

There was a quaint character in Cloisterham named Durdles. He was a stone-mason whose specialty was the chiseling of tombstones. He was an old bachelor and was both a very skilful workman and a very great sot. He had keys to all the cathedral vaults and was fond of prowling about the old pile and its dismal crypt, for ever tap-tapping, with a little hammer he carried, on its stones and walls, hunting for forgotten cavities, in which, perhaps, centuries before, persons had been buried. He wore a coarse flannel suit with horn buttons and a yellow handkerchief with draggled ends, and it was a daily sight to see him perched on a tombstone eating his dinner out of a bundle. When he was not feeling well he used to say he had a touch of "tomb-atism," instead of rheumatism.

Durdles was drunk so much that he was never certain about getting home at night, so he had hired, at a penny a day, a hideous small boy, known as "The Deputy" to throw stones at him whenever he found him out of doors after ten o'clock, and drive him home to his little hole of an unfurnished stone house.

The Deputy used to watch for Durdles after this hour, and when he saw him he would dance up and sing:

"Widdy, widdy, wen! I ketches—him—out—arter ten! Widdy, widdy wy! When he—don't—go—then—I shy! Widdy, widdy, Wake-Cock-Warning!"

It was a part of the bargain that he must give this warning before he began to throw the stones, and when Durdles heard this yell he knew what was coming.

Before the Christmas Eve dinner Jasper picked a friendship with Durdles, and, pretending he wanted to make a trip by moonlight with him among the vaults, he persuaded him one night to be his guide. While they were in the crypt of the cathedral Jasper plied him with liquor which he had brought, to such purpose that Durdles went fast asleep and the key of the crypt fell from his hand. He had a dim idea that Jasper picked up the key and went away with it, and was a long time gone, but when he awoke he could not tell whether this had really happened or not. And this, when The Deputy stoned him home that night, was all he could remember of the expedition.

But what Jasper had really done while Durdles was asleep—whether he had taken away the key to make a copy of it so as to make one like it for some evil purpose of his own, or whether he wanted to be able to unlock that dark underground place and hide something in it sometime when no one would be with him—this only Jasper himself knew!

The Christmas season arrived, and Edwin Drood, according to his promise, came to Cloisterham to his uncle's dinner, at which he was to meet Neville.

Before leaving, however, he called upon Mr. Grewgious, Rosebud's guardian, who had sent for him with a particular purpose. This purpose was to give into his hands a ring set with diamonds and rubies that had belonged to Rosebud's mother. It had been left in trust to Mr. Grewgious to give to the man who married her, that he might himself put it on her finger. And in accordance with the trust, the lawyer charged Drood if anything should be amiss or if anything happened between him and Rosebud, to bring back the ring.

Mr. Grewgious gave him this keepsake with such wise and friendly advice on the seriousness of marriage that all the way to Cloisterham with the ring in his pocket, Edwin Drood was very thoughtful. He asked himself whether he really loved Rosebud as a man should love his wife, whether he had not drifted into this betrothal rather as a result of their parents' wish and wills than from any deeper feeling. And he began to wonder if by marrying her thus he would not be doing her a vast injustice. He decided, therefore, to tell her all that was in his mind and be guided by her judgment.

Rosebud, meanwhile, in the silence of the Christmas vacation, with only Helena for her companion, had been thinking of the same matter, and her wise little head had reached almost the same conclusion. When Drood came they walked out together under the trees by the cathedral. Their talk was not so difficult after all as each had feared it would be, and both felt relieved when they decided they could be far happier to remain as brother and sister, and not become husband and wife. So they agreed without pain on either side.

Drood's only anxiety was for his uncle. He thought Jasper had looked forward to his marriage to Rosebud so long that he would be pained and disappointed to learn it was not to be. So he concluded he would not tell him as yet. Poor Rosebud! She was greatly agitated. She felt the falseness of Jasper, and knew that he loved her himself, but she realized the impossibility of telling this to the nephew who believed in him. So she was silent. Drood, for his part, since the betrothal was ended, said nothing to her of the ring Grewgious had given to him, intending to return it to the lawyer.

They kissed each other when they parted. The wicked choir master, who happened to be walking near, saw the embrace and thought it the kiss of lovers soon to be wed. Drood left Rosebud then, to pass the time till the hour of the dinner in Jasper's rooms.

Neville that day had determined, the dinner over, to start at dawn next morning on a walking tour, to be absent a fortnight. He bought a knapsack and a heavy steel-shod stick in preparation for this expedition, and bade his sister Helena and Mr. Crisparkle good-by before he went to the appointed meeting at the choir master's.

Jasper himself, it was noticed, had never seemed in better spirits than on that day, nor had he ever sung more sweetly than in the afternoon service before the dinner which he gave to the two young men. If he was contemplating a terrible crime, no one would have guessed it from his serene face and his agreeable manner.

Edwin Drood had one warning just before he went up the postern stair that led to his Uncle Jasper's. The old hag who mixed the opium in the London garret where the choir master smoked the drug, had more than once tried to find out who her strange, gentlemanly visitor was. She had listened to his mutterings in his drunken slumber, and at length that day had followed him from London to Cloisterham, only to lose track of him there. As Drood strolled, waiting for the dinner hour to strike from the cathedral chimes, he passed her and she begged money from him.

He gave it to her and she asked him his name and whether he had a sweetheart. He answered Edwin, and that he had none. "Be thankful your name's not Ned," she said, "for it's a bad name and a threatened name!"

"Ned" was the name Jasper always called him by, but Drood did not think seriously of the old woman's words. He could not have guessed that the threats she spoke of against the Ned who had a sweetheart had been murmured in his drugged slumber by his own uncle against himself. And yet something at just that moment made him shudder.

So the chimes struck, and Edwin Drood went on to Jasper's rooms to meet his uncle and Neville Landless—went to his doom! For from that time no one who loved him ever saw him again in this world!

IV

JASPER SHOWS HIS TEETH

That night a fearful tempest howled over Cloisterham. In the morning early, as the storm was breaking, Jasper, the choir master, came pale, panting and half-dressed, to Mr. Crisparkle's, asking for Edwin Drood. He said his nephew had left his rooms the evening before with Neville Landless to go to the river to look at the storm, and had not returned.

Strange rumors sprang up at once. Neville had left for his walking tour and an ugly suspicion flew from house to house. He had got only a few miles from the town when he was overtaken by a party of men, who surrounded him. Thinking at first that they were thieves, he fought them, but was soon rendered helpless and bleeding, and in the midst of them was taken back toward Cloisterham. Mr. Crisparkle and Jasper met them on the way, and from the former Neville first learned of what he was suspected.

The blood from his encounter with his captors was on his clothes and stick. Jasper pointed it out, and even those who had seen it fall there looked darkly at the stains. He was taken back to the town and to Mr. Crisparkle's house, who promised that he should remain in his own custody.

Neville's story was simple. He said they had gone to the river, as Jasper had said, and returned together, he to Mr. Crisparkle's, Edwin Drood to his uncle's. He had not seen the other since that time.

The river was dragged and its banks searched, but to no purpose, till Mr. Crisparkle himself found Drood's watch caught among some timbers in a weir.

But as the body could not be found, it could not be definitely proven that Drood was dead, or that any murder had been committed, so at last Neville was released. The whole neighborhood, however, believed him guilty of the murder. No one spoke to him and he was obliged to quit the place.

Beside his sister Helena and Rosebud, who, of course, believed in his innocence, he had but one friend there—Mr. Crisparkle. The latter stoutly refused to believe him guilty. When Neville left for London, through Mr. Grewgious, Rosebud's guardian, the minister found him a cheap lodging and made frequent trips to the city to help and advise him in his studies.

Mr. Grewgious had his own opinion of the affair. One day he went to Cloisterham to see Jasper, and there told him a thing the other did not yet know—that before that last night Edwin Drood and Rosebud had agreed not to marry. When he heard this the choir master's face turned the color of lead. He shrieked and fell senseless at the lawyer's feet. Mr. Grewgious went back to the city more thoughtful than ever, and it was not long before a detective came from London to Cloisterham and began to interest himself in all the doings of John Jasper.

The detective, to be sure, was not known as such. He called himself "Dick Datchery" and gave it out that he was an idle dog who lived on his money and had nothing to do. He was a curious-looking man, with a great shock of white hair, black eyebrows and a military air. He rented lodgings next door to the choir master, and before long had made friends with Durdles, the tombstone maker, and even with The Deputy of the "wake-cock warning."

Meanwhile Jasper, haggard and red-eyed, took again his place in the cathedral choir, while Neville Landless worked sadly and alone in his London garret. The latter made but one friend in this time—a lodger whose window adjoined his own. This lodger was Lieutenant Tartar, a retired young naval officer. Tartar might have lived in fine apartments, for he was rich, but he had been so long on shipboard that he felt more at home where the walls were low enough for him to knock his head on the ceiling. He used to climb across to Neville's room by the window ledges, and they became friendly—the warmer friends when Mr. Crisparkle discovered in the lieutenant a schoolmate who had once saved his life.

Later, too, Helena left Miss Twinkleton's Seminary and came to be with her brother. And so a year went by.

Vacation arrived, and one day when Rosebud was alone at Nun's House, Jasper, for the first time since Edwin Drood's disappearance, came to see her.

He found her in the garden, and she felt again the repulsion and fear she had always felt at sight of him. This time the choir master threw away all concealment. He told her that he had always loved her hopelessly and madly, though while she was betrothed to his nephew he had hidden the fact. She answered indignantly that, by look if not by word, he had always been false to Edwin Drood; that he had made her life unhappy by his pursuit of her, and that, though she had shrunk from opening his nephew's eyes, she had always known he was a wicked man.

Then, maddened by her dislike, Jasper swore that no one else should ever marry her—that he would pursue her to the death, and that if she repulsed him he would bring dreadful ruin upon Neville Landless. He said this, no doubt, knowing that Neville loved Rosebud, and thinking, perhaps, that she loved him in return.

When Jasper left her, Rosebud was faint from fear of his wicked eyes. She made up her mind to go at once for protection to Mr. Grewgious in London, and, leaving a note for Miss Twinkleton, she left by the next omnibus.

She told her guardian her story, he told it to Mr. Crisparkle, who came to London next morning, and between them they told Lieutenant Tartar. While Rosebud visited with Helena the three men took counsel together, agreeing that Jasper was a villain and planning how best to deal with him.

The next time the choir master visited the opium garret the old woman tracked him back to Cloisterham, with more success—with such success, indeed, that she heard him sing in the cathedral and found out his name from a stranger whom she encountered. This stranger was Dick Datchery, the detective, who discovered so much, before he left her, of Jasper's London habits that he went home in high good humor.

Datchery had a trick, whenever he was following a particular search, of marking each step of his progress by a chalk mark on a wall or door. To-day he must have been highly pleased, for he drew a thick line from the very top of the cupboard door to the bottom!

* * * * *

When Charles Dickens, the master story-teller, had told this tale thus far, he fell ill and died, and it was never finished. The mystery of the disappearance of Edwin Drood, what became of Rosebud and of Mr. Crisparkle, how Neville and Helena fared and what was the end of Jasper, are matters for each one of us to guess. Many have tried to finish this story and they have ended it in various ways. Before Dickens died, however, he told to a friend the part of the story that remained unwritten, and this, the friend has recorded, was to be as follows:

By means of the old woman of the opium den, Durdles, the tombstone maker, and The Deputy, the ragged stone-thrower, Dick Datchery unraveled the threads which finally, made into a net, caught Jasper, the murderer, in its meshes. Little by little, word by word, he was made at last to betray himself.

He had killed Edwin Drood, had hidden his body in one of the vaults and covered it with lime. But there had been one thing in the dead man's pocket which the lime could not destroy: this was the ring set with diamonds and rubies, that had been given to him by Mr. Grewgious. By this the murder was proven. Mr. Crisparkle and Mr. Grewgious worked hard to clear Neville Landless (of whose guilt, by the way, Mr. Honeythunder remained always sure), but poor Neville himself perished in aiding Lieutenant Tartar to seize the murderer.

Finding all hope of escape gone, Jasper confessed his crime in the cell in which he waited for death.

But, after all, the story closed happily, with the marriage of Mr. Crisparkle to Neville's sister Helena, and that of Lieutenant Tartar to pretty little Rosebud.



INDEX TO CHARACTERS

AFFERY Little Dorrit

AGNES David Copperfield

ALLEN, ARABELLA Pickwick Papers

ALLEN, BEN Pickwick Papers

"ARTFUL DODGER, THE" Oliver Twist

BAGSTOCK, MAJOR Dombey and Son

BANTAM, ANGELO CYRUS Pickwick Papers

BARDELL, MRS. Pickwick Papers

BARKIS David Copperfield

BARNABY RUDGE Barnaby Rudge

BARNACLE, MR. TITE Little Dorrit

BARSAD Tale of Two Cities

BEVAN Martin Chuzzlewit

BIDDY Great Expectations

BLACKPOOL, STEPHEN Hard Times

BLIMBER, DOCTOR Dombey and Son

BOFFIN, MR. Our Mutual Friend

BOFFIN, MRS. Our Mutual Friend

BOUNDERBY, JOSIAH Hard Times

BOYTHORN, MR. Bleak House

BRASS Old Curiosity Shop

BRASS, SALLY Old Curiosity Shop

BRAY Nicholas Nickleby

BRAY, MADELINE Nicholas Nickleby

BROWNLOW, MR. Oliver Twist

BUD, ROSA Edwin Drood

BUDGER, MRS. Pickwick Papers

BUMBLE, MR. Oliver Twist

BUMBLE, MRS. Oliver Twist

BUZFUZ, SERGEANT Pickwick Papers

CARKER Dombey and Son

CARSTONE, RICHARD Bleak House

CARTON, SYDNEY Tale of Two Cities

CHEERYBLE BROTHERS, THE Nicholas Nickleby

CHESTER, EDWARD Barnaby Rudge

CHESTER, SIR JOHN Barnaby Rudge

CHIVERY, JOHN Little Dorrit

CHUFFEY Martin Chuzzlewit

CHUZZLEWIT Martin Chuzzlewit

CHUZZLEWIT, MARTIN Martin Chuzzlewit

CLARE, ADA Bleak House

CLENNAM, ARTHUR Little Dorrit

CLENNAM, MR. Little Dorrit

CLENNAM, MRS. Little Dorrit

COMPEYSON Great Expectations

COPPERFIELD, DAVID David Copperfield

CREAKLE, MR. David Copperfield

CRISPARKLE, REVEREND MR. Edwin Drood

CRUMMLES, MRS. Nicholas Nickleby

CRUMMLES, NINETTA Nicholas Nickleby

CRUMMLES, VINCENT Nicholas Nickleby

CUTTLE, CAPTAIN Dombey and Son

DARNAY, CHARLES Tale of Two Cities

DATCHERY, DICK Edwin Drood

DEDLOCK, LADY Bleak House

DEDLOCK, SIR LEICESTER Bleak House

DEFARGE Tale of Two Cities

DEFARGE, MADAME Tale of Two Cities

DENNIS Barnaby Rudge

"DEPUTY, THE" Edwin Drood

"DICK, MR." David Copperfield

"DIOGENES" Dombey and Son

"DODGER, THE ARTFUL" Oliver Twist

DOMBEY, FLORENCE Dombey and Son

DOMBEY, MR. Dombey and Son

DOMBEY, PAUL Dombey and Son

DORRIT, AMY Little Dorrit

DORRIT, FANNY Little Dorrit

"DORRIT, LITTLE" Little Dorrit

DORRIT, MR. Little Dorrit

DORRIT, "TIP" Little Dorrit

DOWLER, MR. Pickwick Papers

DOWLER, MRS. Pickwick Papers

DOYCE Little Dorrit

DROOD, EDWIN Edwin Drood

DURDLES Edwin Drood

"EM'LY, LITTLE" David Copperfield

ESTELLA Great Expectations

FAGIN Oliver Twist

"FAT BOY, THE" Pickwick Papers

"FATHER OF THE MARSHALSEA, THE" Little Dorrit

"FITZ-MARSHALL, MR." Pickwick Papers

"FITZ-MARSHALL, CAPTAIN" Pickwick Papers

FLINTWINCH Little Dorrit

FLITE, MISS Bleak House

"FLOY" Dombey and Son

GABELLE Tale of Two Cities

GAMP, "SAIREY" Martin Chuzzlewit

GARGERY, JOE Great Expectations

GARGERY, MRS. Great Expectations

GASHFORD Barnaby Rudge

GAY, WALTER Dombey and Son

GENERAL, MRS. Little Dorrit

"GEORGE, MR." Bleak House

"GOLDEN DUSTMAN, THE" Our Mutual Friend

GORDON, LORD GEORGE Barnaby Rudge

GILLS, SOLOMON Dombey and Son

GRADGRIND, LOUISA Hard Times

GRADGRIND, MR. Hard Times

GRADGRIND, MRS. Hard Times

GRADGRIND, TOM Hard Times

GRAHAM, MARY Martin Chuzzlewit

GRANDFATHER SMALLWEED Bleak House

GRANGER, EDITH Dombey and Son

GREWGIOUS, MR. Edwin Drood

GRIDE Nicholas Nickleby

"GRIP" Barnaby Rudge

GUMMIDGE, MRS. David Copperfield

HAM David Copperfield

HAREDALE, EMMA Barnaby Rudge

HAREDALE, GEOFFREY Barnaby Rudge

HARMON, JOHN Our Mutual Friend

HARMON, MR. Our Mutual Friend

"HARRIS, MRS." Martin Chuzzlewit

HARTHOUSE, JAMES Hard Times

HAVISHAM, MISS Great Expectations

HAWDON, CAPTAIN Bleak House

HAWK, SIR MULBERRY Nicholas Nickleby

HEADSTONE Our Mutual Friend

HEEP, URIAH David Copperfield

HEXAM Our Mutual Friend

HEXAM, CHARLIE Our Mutual Friend

HEXAM, LIZZIE Our Mutual Friend

HONEYTHUNDER, LUKE Edwin Drood

HORTENSE Bleak House

"HUGH, MAYPOLE" Barnaby Rudge

HUNTER, MRS. LEO Pickwick Papers

"INFANT PHENOMENON, THE" Nicholas Nickleby

JAGGERS, MR. Great Expectations

JARLEY, MRS. Old Curiosity Shop

JARNDYCE, MR. Bleak House

JASPER, JOHN Edwin Drood

JELLYBY, CADDY Bleak House

JELLYBY, MRS. Bleak House

"JENNY WREN" Our Mutual Friend

JINGLE, ALFRED Pickwick Papers

JOE Pickwick Papers

JOE Bleak House

"JOE, MRS." Great Expectations

JONAS Martin Chuzzlewit

JUPE, CECELIA Hard Times

"JUPE, SIGNOR" Hard Times

"KIT" Old Curiosity Shop

KNAG, MISS Nicholas Nickleby

KROOK Bleak House

"LADY JANE" Bleak House

LANDLESS, HELENA Edwin Drood

LANDLESS, NEVILLE Edwin Drood

"LITTLE EM'LY" David Copperfield

"LITTLE NELL" Old Curiosity Shop

"LITTLE PAUL" Dombey and Son

LORRY, MR. Tale of Two Cities

MAGGIE Little Dorrit

MAGNUS, MR. PETER Pickwick Papers

MAGWITCH, ABEL Great Expectations

MANETTE, DOCTOR Tale of Two Cities

MANETTE, LUCIE Tale of Two Cities

MANTALINI, MR. Nicholas Nickleby

MANTALINI, MADAME Nicholas Nickleby

MARY Pickwick Papers

MAYLIE, MRS. Oliver Twist

"MAYPOLE HUGH" Barnaby Rudge

M'CHOAKUMCHILD, MR. Hard Times

MEAGLES, MR. Little Dorrit

MEAGLES, MRS. Little Dorrit

MEAGLES, "PET" Little Dorrit

MERDLE, MR. Little Dorrit

MERDLE, MRS. Little Dorrit

"MERRYLEGS" Hard Times

MICAWBER, MR. David Copperfield

MONKS Oliver Twist

MONTAGUE, TIGG Martin Chuzzlewit

MURDSTONE, MISS David Copperfield

MURDSTONE, MR. David Copperfield

NADGETT Martin Chuzzlewit

NANCY Oliver Twist

"NELL, LITTLE" Old Curiosity Shop

"NEMO" Bleak House

NICKLEBY, KATE Nicholas Nickleby

NICKLEBY, MRS. Nicholas Nickleby

NICKLEBY, NICHOLAS Nicholas Nickleby

NICKLEBY, RALPH Nicholas Nickleby

NOGGS Nicholas Nickleby

NUBBLES, CHRISTOPHER Old Curiosity Shop

NUPKINS Pickwick Papers

NUPKINS, MISS Pickwick Papers

NUPKINS, MRS. Pickwick Papers

"OLD SOL" Dombey and Son

ORLICK Great Expectations

PANCKS Little Dorrit

"PAUL, LITTLE" Dombey and Son

PECKSNIFF Martin Chuzzlewit

PECKSNIFF, CHARITY Martin Chuzzlewit

PECKSNIFF, MERCY Martin Chuzzlewit

PEGGOTTY David Copperfield

PEGGOTTY, MR. David Copperfield

"PEGLER, MRS." Hard Times

PICKWICK, MR. SAMUEL Pickwick Papers

PINCH, TOM Martin Chuzzlewit

PINCH, RUTH Martin Chuzzlewit

"PIP" Great Expectations

PIPCHIN, MRS. Dombey and Son

PIRRIP, PHILIP Great Expectations

POCKET, HERBERT Great Expectations

POCKET, MR. Great Expectations

POCKET, MRS. Great Expectations

PROSS, MISS Tale of Two Cities

PUMBLECHOOK, UNCLE Great Expectations

QUILP Old Curiosity Shop

QUILP, MRS. Old Curiosity Shop

RACHEL Hard Times

RIGAUD Little Dorrit

RIDERHOOD, "ROGUE" Our Mutual Friend

"ROKESMITH," JOHN Our Mutual Friend

"ROSEBUD" Edwin Drood

ROSE, MISS Oliver Twist

ROUNCEWELL, MRS. Bleak House

RUDGE Barnaby Rudge

RUDGE, BARNABY Barnaby Rudge

RUDGE, MRS. Barnaby Rudge

ST. EVREMONDE, CHARLES Tale of Two Cities

ST. EVREMONDE, MARQUIS DE Tale of Two Cities

SAWYER, BOB Pickwick Papers

SIKES, BILL Oliver Twist

"SISSY" Hard Times

SKIMPOLE, HAROLD Bleak House

SLAMMER, DOCTOR Pickwick Papers

SLEARY Hard Times

SMALLWEED, GRANDFATHER Bleak House

SMALLWEED, MRS. Bleak House

SMIKE Nicholas Nickleby

SNODGRASS Pickwick Papers

"SOL, OLD" Dombey and Son

SPARSIT, MRS. Hard Times

SPENLOW, DORA David Copperfield

SQUEERS Nicholas Nickleby

SQUEERS, FANNY Nicholas Nickleby

SQUEERS, MRS. Nicholas Nickleby

SQUEERS, WACKFORD Nicholas Nickleby

STEERFORTH, JAMES David Copperfield

"STRANGER, THE" Old Curiosity Shop

STRONG, DOCTOR David Copperfield

SUMMERSON, ESTHER Bleak House

SWIVELLER, DICK Old Curiosity Shop

TAPLEY, MARK Martin Chuzzlewit

TAPPERTIT, SIMON Barnaby Rudge

TARTAR, LIEUTENANT Edwin Drood

"TATTYCORAM" Little Dorrit

TIGG, MONTAGUE Martin Chuzzlewit

TODGERS, MRS. Martin Chuzzlewit

TRADDLES, TOMMY David Copperfield

TRENT, MR. Old Curiosity Shop

TROTTER, JOB Pickwick Papers

TROTWOOD, MISS BETSY David Copperfield

TULKINGHORN, MR. Bleak House

TUPMAN Pickwick Papers

TURVEYDROP, MR. Bleak House

TURVEYDROP, PRINCE Bleak House

TWINKLETON, MISS Edwin Drood

TWIST, OLIVER Oliver Twist

UNCLE PUMBLECHOOK Great Expectations

VARDEN Barnaby Rudge

VARDEN, DOLLY Barnaby Rudge

VENEERING, MR. Our Mutual Friend

VENUS, MR. Our Mutual Friend

VERISOPHT, LORD FREDERICK Nicholas Nickleby

VHOLES Bleak House

WARDLE, EMILY Pickwick Papers

WARDLE, MR. Pickwick Papers

WARDLE, MISS Pickwick Papers

WEGG, SILAS Our Mutual Friend

WELLER, MRS. Pickwick Papers

WELLER, SAM Pickwick Papers

WELLER, TONY Pickwick Papers

WEMMICK Great Expectations

WESTLOCK, JOHN Martin Chuzzlewit

WICKFIELD, AGNES David Copperfield

WICKFIELD, MR. David Copperfield

WILFER, BELLA Our Mutual Friend

WILFER, MR. Our Mutual Friend

WILLET, JOE Barnaby Rudge

WINKLE Pickwick Papers

WITITTERLY, MRS. Nicholas Nickleby

WOODCOURT, ALLAN Bleak House

WOPSLE Great Expectations

WRAYBURN, EUGENE Our Mutual Friend

"WREN, JENNIE" Our Mutual Friend

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