Quilp vents his Spite on the Figure Head
Sampson Brass had never seen anything in the smallest degree resembling this substantial phantom. The dwarf threw down the newspaper from which he had been chanting the words already quoted, and seizing a rusty iron bar, which he used in lieu of poker, dealt the figure such a stroke on the nose that it rocked again. "Is it like Kit—is it his picture, his image, his very self?" cried the dwarf.
Harry Furniss
1910
14.3 x 9.1 cm, vignetted
Dickens's The Old Curiosity Shop, The Charles Dickens Library Edition, facing V, Chapter LXII, facing 449.
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