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A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. | No speaker | a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!"<|quote|>A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other.</|quote|>"May I accompany you?" said | Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!"<|quote|>A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other.</|quote|>"May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. | moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples bathed with water; his face a deadly white; and a cold tremble convulsing his whole frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!"<|quote|>A coach was obta... | "Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!" The mandate was obeyed; and the indignant Mr. Brownlow was conveyed out, with the book in one hand, and the bamboo cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on th... | prefer a charge against a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a less... | Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly ama... | round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands in... | the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especially of the poorer class; and although, within such walls, enough fantastic tricks are daily played to make the angels blind with wee... | Oliver Twist |
said the book-stall keeper, looking in. | No speaker | other. "May I accompany you?"<|quote|>said the book-stall keeper, looking in.</|quote|>"Bless me, yes, my dear | and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?"<|quote|>said the book-stall keeper, looking in.</|quote|>"Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. | cold tremble convulsing his whole frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?"<|quote|>said the book-stall... | cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples bathed with water; his face a deadly white; and a cold tremble convulsing his whole frame. "Poor boy, p... | very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!" cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage h... | here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coheren... | think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to ... | absent old gentleman, innocently. "A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of th... | Oliver Twist |
"Bless me, yes, my dear sir," | Mr. Brownlow | the book-stall keeper, looking in.<|quote|>"Bless me, yes, my dear sir,"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I | "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in.<|quote|>"Bless me, yes, my dear sir,"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I | "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in.<|quote|>"Bless me, yes, my d... | perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples bathed with water; his face a deadly white; and a cold tremble convulsing his whole frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brown... | you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!" cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long, "d n me! I'll" "Clear the o... | of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of t... | worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. ... | the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact ... | Oliver Twist |
said Mr. Brownlow quickly. | No speaker | me, yes, my dear sir,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow quickly.</|quote|>"I forgot you. Dear, dear! | book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow quickly.</|quote|>"I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book | Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow qui... | He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples bathed with water; his face a deadly white; and a cold tremble convulsing his whole frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, ... | that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!" cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long, "d n me! I'll" "Clear the office!" said the magistrate. "Officers... | was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come... | better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, ... | guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir."... | Oliver Twist |
"I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose." | Mr. Brownlow | sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly.<|quote|>"I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose."</|quote|>The book-stall keeper got into | "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly.<|quote|>"I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose."</|quote|>The book-stall keeper got into the coach; and away they | "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly.<|quote|>"I forgot you. Dear, d... | and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples bathed with water; his face a deadly white; and a cold tremble convulsing his whole frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Direc... | the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!" cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long, "d n me! I'll" "Clear the office!" said the magistrate. "Officers, do you hear? Cle... | was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang,... | "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir... | hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loit... | Oliver Twist |
The book-stall keeper got into the coach; and away they drove. CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when... | No speaker | There's no time to lose."<|quote|>The book-stall keeper got into the coach; and away they drove. CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as th... | still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose."<|quote|>The book-stall keeper got into the coach; and away they drove. CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over... | old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose."<|quote|>The book-stall keeper got into the... | unbuttoned, and his temples bathed with water; his face a deadly white; and a cold tremble convulsing his whole frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in an... | yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!" cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long, "d n me! I'll" "Clear the office!" said the magistrate. "Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!" The mandate was obeyed; and the indignant Mr. Brownlow was conveyed out, with the book... | by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me... | Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of tha... | the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!" cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long, "d n me! I'll" "Clear the office!" said the magistrate. "Officers, do ... | Oliver Twist |
"What room is this? Where have I been brought to?" | Oliver Twist | arm, he looked anxiously around.<|quote|>"What room is this? Where have I been brought to?"</|quote|>said Oliver. "This is not | head resting on his trembling arm, he looked anxiously around.<|quote|>"What room is this? Where have I been brought to?"</|quote|>said Oliver. "This is not the place I went to | dead body, than does this slow creeping fire upon the living frame. Weak, and thin, and pallid, he awoke at last from what seemed to have been a long and troubled dream. Feebly raising himself in the bed, with his head resting on his trembling arm, he looked anxiously around.<|quote|>"What room is this? Where have I be... | the goodness of his new friends. The sun rose and sank, and rose and sank again, and many times after that; and still the boy lay stretched on his uneasy bed, dwindling away beneath the dry and wasting heat of fever. The worm does not work more surely on the dead body, than does this slow creeping fire upon the living ... | GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pen... | "Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!" The mandate was obeyed; and the indignant Mr. Brownlow was conveyed out, with the book in one hand, and the bamboo cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on th... | Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not... | was obeyed; and the indignant Mr. Brownlow was conveyed out, with the book in one hand, and the bamboo cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples ... | Oliver Twist |
said Oliver. | No speaker | have I been brought to?"<|quote|>said Oliver.</|quote|>"This is not the place | "What room is this? Where have I been brought to?"<|quote|>said Oliver.</|quote|>"This is not the place I went to sleep in." | living frame. Weak, and thin, and pallid, he awoke at last from what seemed to have been a long and troubled dream. Feebly raising himself in the bed, with his head resting on his trembling arm, he looked anxiously around. "What room is this? Where have I been brought to?"<|quote|>said Oliver.</|quote|>"This is not the... | sank, and rose and sank again, and many times after that; and still the boy lay stretched on his uneasy bed, dwindling away beneath the dry and wasting heat of fever. The worm does not work more surely on the dead body, than does this slow creeping fire upon the living frame. Weak, and thin, and pallid, he awoke at las... | nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, without loss of time, in whic... | obeyed; and the indignant Mr. Brownlow was conveyed out, with the book in one hand, and the bamboo cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples bath... | an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not r... | back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples bathed with water; his face a deadly white; and a cold tremble convulsing his whole frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on ... | Oliver Twist |
"This is not the place I went to sleep in." | Oliver Twist | been brought to?" said Oliver.<|quote|>"This is not the place I went to sleep in."</|quote|>He uttered these words in | is this? Where have I been brought to?" said Oliver.<|quote|>"This is not the place I went to sleep in."</|quote|>He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very | Weak, and thin, and pallid, he awoke at last from what seemed to have been a long and troubled dream. Feebly raising himself in the bed, with his head resting on his trembling arm, he looked anxiously around. "What room is this? Where have I been brought to?" said Oliver.<|quote|>"This is not the place I went to sleep ... | rose and sank again, and many times after that; and still the boy lay stretched on his uneasy bed, dwindling away beneath the dry and wasting heat of fever. The worm does not work more surely on the dead body, than does this slow creeping fire upon the living frame. Weak, and thin, and pallid, he awoke at last from wha... | same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, without loss of time, in which Mr. Brown... | the indignant Mr. Brownlow was conveyed out, with the book in one hand, and the bamboo cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples bathed with wate... | guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir."... | XII. IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a dif... | Oliver Twist |
He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work. | No speaker | I went to sleep in."<|quote|>He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been si... | "This is not the place I went to sleep in."<|quote|>He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, i... | what seemed to have been a long and troubled dream. Feebly raising himself in the bed, with his head resting on his trembling arm, he looked anxiously around. "What room is this? Where have I been brought to?" said Oliver. "This is not the place I went to sleep in."<|quote|>He uttered these words in a feeble voice, bei... | still the boy lay stretched on his uneasy bed, dwindling away beneath the dry and wasting heat of fever. The worm does not work more surely on the dead body, than does this slow creeping fire upon the living frame. Weak, and thin, and pallid, he awoke at last from what seemed to have been a long and troubled dream. Fee... | first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, without loss of time, in which Mr. Brownlow saw his young charge carefully and comfortably depo... | in one hand, and the bamboo cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples bathed with water; his face a deadly white; and a cold tremble convulsing h... | is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matte... | ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile. "Dear me, I forgot all about it!" exclaimed the abs... | Oliver Twist |
"Hush, my dear," | Mrs. Bedwin | had been sitting at needle-work.<|quote|>"Hush, my dear,"</|quote|>said the old lady softly. | close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work.<|quote|>"Hush, my dear,"</|quote|>said the old lady softly. "You must be very quiet, | voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work.<|quote|>"Hush, my dear,"</|quote|>said the... | and troubled dream. Feebly raising himself in the bed, with his head resting on his trembling arm, he looked anxiously around. "What room is this? Where have I been brought to?" said Oliver. "This is not the place I went to sleep in." He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they were ov... | he was tended with a kindness and solicitude that knew no bounds. But, for many days, Oliver remained insensible to all the goodness of his new friends. The sun rose and sank, and rose and sank again, and many times after that; and still the boy lay stretched on his uneasy bed, dwindling away beneath the dry and wastin... | tremble convulsing his whole frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, look... | right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this... | no time to lose." The book-stall keeper got into the coach; and away they drove. CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver ... | Oliver Twist |
said the old lady softly. | No speaker | at needle-work. "Hush, my dear,"<|quote|>said the old lady softly.</|quote|>"You must be very quiet, | which she had been sitting at needle-work. "Hush, my dear,"<|quote|>said the old lady softly.</|quote|>"You must be very quiet, or you will be ill | faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work. "Hush, my dear,"<|quote|>said the old lady softly.</|quote|>... | Feebly raising himself in the bed, with his head resting on his trembling arm, he looked anxiously around. "What room is this? Where have I been brought to?" said Oliver. "This is not the place I went to sleep in." He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The... | with a kindness and solicitude that knew no bounds. But, for many days, Oliver remained insensible to all the goodness of his new friends. The sun rose and sank, and rose and sank again, and many times after that; and still the boy lay stretched on his uneasy bed, dwindling away beneath the dry and wasting heat of feve... | whole frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes,... | was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was rea... | was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow!... | Oliver Twist |
"You must be very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you have been very bad, as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" | Mrs. Bedwin | said the old lady softly.<|quote|>"You must be very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you have been very bad, as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!"</|quote|>With those words, the old | at needle-work. "Hush, my dear," said the old lady softly.<|quote|>"You must be very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you have been very bad, as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!"</|quote|>With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's | were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work. "Hush, my dear," said the old lady softly.<|quote|>"You must be very quiet, or you wi... | bed, with his head resting on his trembling arm, he looked anxiously around. "What room is this? Where have I been brought to?" said Oliver. "This is not the place I went to sleep in." He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was... | that knew no bounds. But, for many days, Oliver remained insensible to all the goodness of his new friends. The sun rose and sank, and rose and sank again, and many times after that; and still the boy lay stretched on his uneasy bed, dwindling away beneath the dry and wasting heat of fever. The worm does not work more ... | boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brown... | was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed... | a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or th... | Oliver Twist |
With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. | No speaker | down again; there's a dear!"<|quote|>With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck.</|quote|>"Save us... | could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!"<|quote|>With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round ... | arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work. "Hush, my dear," said the old lady softly. "You must be very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you have been very bad, as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!"<|quote|>With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliv... | went to sleep in." He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at n... | times after that; and still the boy lay stretched on his uneasy bed, dwindling away beneath the dry and wasting heat of fever. The worm does not work more surely on the dead body, than does this slow creeping fire upon the living frame. Weak, and thin, and pallid, he awoke at last from what seemed to have been a long a... | and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose." The book-stall keeper got into the coach; and away they drove. ... | man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book... | bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot yo... | Oliver Twist |
"Save us!" | Mrs. Bedwin | drawing it round his neck.<|quote|>"Save us!"</|quote|>said the old lady, with | withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck.<|quote|>"Save us!"</|quote|>said the old lady, with tears in her eyes. "What | a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck.<|quote|>"Save us!"</|quote|>said the old lady... | from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work. "Hush, my dear," said the old lady softly. "You must be very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you have been very bad, as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliv... | pallid, he awoke at last from what seemed to have been a long and troubled dream. Feebly raising himself in the bed, with his head resting on his trembling arm, he looked anxiously around. "What room is this? Where have I been brought to?" said Oliver. "This is not the place I went to sleep in." He uttered these words ... | keeper got into the coach; and away they drove. CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first enter... | Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had jo... | his uneasy bed, dwindling away beneath the dry and wasting heat of fever. The worm does not work more surely on the dead body, than does this slow creeping fire upon the living frame. Weak, and thin, and pallid, he awoke at last from what seemed to have been a long and troubled dream. Feebly raising himself in the bed,... | Oliver Twist |
said the old lady, with tears in her eyes. | No speaker | round his neck. "Save us!"<|quote|>said the old lady, with tears in her eyes.</|quote|>"What a grateful little dear | in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!"<|quote|>said the old lady, with tears in her eyes.</|quote|>"What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What | With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!"<|quote|>said the old lady, with tears in he... | arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work. "Hush, my dear," said the old lady softly. "You must be very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you have been very bad, as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's hea... | awoke at last from what seemed to have been a long and troubled dream. Feebly raising himself in the bed, with his head resting on his trembling arm, he looked anxiously around. "What room is this? Where have I been brought to?" said Oliver. "This is not the place I went to sleep in." He uttered these words in a feeble... | into the coach; and away they drove. CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London i... | this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in th... | He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples bathed with water; his face a deadly white; and a cold tremble convulsing his whole frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, ... | Oliver Twist |
"What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" | Mrs. Bedwin | with tears in her eyes.<|quote|>"What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!"</|quote|>"Perhaps she does see me," | us!" said the old lady, with tears in her eyes.<|quote|>"What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!"</|quote|>"Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands | Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in her eyes.<|quote|>"What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty... | at needle-work. "Hush, my dear," said the old lady softly. "You must be very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you have been very bad, as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair fr... | a long and troubled dream. Feebly raising himself in the bed, with his head resting on his trembling arm, he looked anxiously around. "What room is this? Where have I been brought to?" said Oliver. "This is not the place I went to sleep in." He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they ... | IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a differen... | keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I'... | long, "d n me! I'll" "Clear the office!" said the magistrate. "Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!" The mandate was obeyed; and the indignant Mr. Brownlow was conveyed out, with the book in one hand, and the bamboo cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion v... | Oliver Twist |
"Perhaps she does see me," | Oliver Twist | and could see him now!"<|quote|>"Perhaps she does see me,"</|quote|>whispered Oliver, folding his hands | by him as I have, and could see him now!"<|quote|>"Perhaps she does see me,"</|quote|>whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat | little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in her eyes. "What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!"<|quote|>"Perhaps she does see me,"</|quote|>whispered Oliver, folding... | bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it rou... | have I been brought to?" said Oliver. "This is not the place I went to sleep in." He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it,... | The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, ... | a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, ... | as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, without loss of time, in which Mr. Brownlow saw his ... | Oliver Twist |
whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; | No speaker | "Perhaps she does see me,"<|quote|>whispered Oliver, folding his hands together;</|quote|>"perhaps she has sat by | and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me,"<|quote|>whispered Oliver, folding his hands together;</|quote|>"perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as | and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in her eyes. "What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me,"<|quote|>whispered Oliver, folding his hands together;</|quote|>"perhaps ... | pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us... | said Oliver. "This is not the place I went to sleep in." He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close ... | nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, without loss of time, in whic... | shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" sai... | Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose." The book-stall keeper got into the coach; and away they drove. CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GE... | Oliver Twist |
"perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." | Oliver Twist | Oliver, folding his hands together;<|quote|>"perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had."</|quote|>"That was the fever, my | she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together;<|quote|>"perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had."</|quote|>"That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady | "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in her eyes. "What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together;<|quote|>"perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if s... | a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in h... | place I went to sleep in." He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitt... | which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, without loss of time, in which Mr. Brownlow saw his young ch... | could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is no... | and wasting heat of fever. The worm does not work more surely on the dead body, than does this slow creeping fire upon the living frame. Weak, and thin, and pallid, he awoke at last from what seemed to have been a long and troubled dream. Feebly raising himself in the bed, with his head resting on his trembling arm, he... | Oliver Twist |
"That was the fever, my dear," | Mrs. Bedwin | feel as if she had."<|quote|>"That was the fever, my dear,"</|quote|>said the old lady mildly. | sat by me. I almost feel as if she had."<|quote|>"That was the fever, my dear,"</|quote|>said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was," replied | grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had."<|quote|>"That was the fever, my dear,"</|quote|>said the old ... | upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in her eyes. "What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would h... | voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work. "Hush, my dear," said the old lady softly.... | Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, without loss of time, in which Mr. Brownlow saw his young charge carefully and comfortably deposited; and here, he was tended with a kin... | till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile. "Dear me, I forgot all about it!"... | "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose." The book-stall keeper got into the coach; and away they drove. CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH OLIVER I... | Oliver Twist |
said the old lady mildly. | No speaker | was the fever, my dear,"<|quote|>said the old lady mildly.</|quote|>"I suppose it was," replied | as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear,"<|quote|>said the old lady mildly.</|quote|>"I suppose it was," replied Oliver, "because heaven is a | creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear,"<|quote|>said the old lady mildly.</|quote|>"I suppose it was," re... | his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in her eyes. "What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him ... | but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work. "Hush, my dear," said the old lady softly. "You must be very quiet, or you w... | when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, without loss of time, in which Mr. Brownlow saw his young charge carefully and comfortably deposited; and here, he was tended with a kindness and solicitude that knew no bou... | run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile. "Dear me, I forgot all about it!" exclaimed the absent old gentle... | and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no ti... | Oliver Twist |
"I suppose it was," | Oliver Twist | said the old lady mildly.<|quote|>"I suppose it was,"</|quote|>replied Oliver, "because heaven is | was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly.<|quote|>"I suppose it was,"</|quote|>replied Oliver, "because heaven is a long way off; and | feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly.<|quote|>"I suppose it was,"</|quote|>replied Oliver, "because heaven i... | looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in her eyes. "What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him... | once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work. "Hush, my dear," said the old lady softly. "You must be very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you h... | at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, without loss of time, in which Mr. Brownlow saw his young charge carefully and comfortably deposited; and here, he was tended with a kindness and solicitude that knew no bounds. But, for many days, O... | "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile. "Dear me, I forgot all about it!" exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently. "A nic... | the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, without loss of time, in which Mr. Brownlow saw his young charge carefully and comfortably deposited; and here, he was tended with a... | Oliver Twist |
replied Oliver, | No speaker | mildly. "I suppose it was,"<|quote|>replied Oliver,</|quote|>"because heaven is a long | dear," said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was,"<|quote|>replied Oliver,</|quote|>"because heaven is a long way off; and they are | sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was,"<|quote|>replied Oliver,</|quote|>"because heaven is a long way off... | loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in her eyes. "What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she d... | the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work. "Hush, my dear," said the old lady softly. "You must be very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you have been very bad, as... | length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, without loss of time, in which Mr. Brownlow saw his young charge carefully and comfortably deposited; and here, he was tended with a kindness and solicitude that knew no bounds. But, for many days, Oliver remained insensible... | was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile. "Dear me, I forgot all about it!" exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently. "A nice person to prefer a charge a... | "What room is this? Where have I been brought to?" said Oliver. "This is not the place I went to sleep in." He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dress... | Oliver Twist |
"because heaven is a long way off; and they are too happy there, to come down to the bedside of a poor boy. But if she knew I was ill, she must have pitied me, even there; for she was very ill herself before she died. She can't know anything about me though," | Oliver Twist | suppose it was," replied Oliver,<|quote|>"because heaven is a long way off; and they are too happy there, to come down to the bedside of a poor boy. But if she knew I was ill, she must have pitied me, even there; for she was very ill herself before she died. She can't know anything about me though,"</|quote|>added Oliv... | the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was," replied Oliver,<|quote|>"because heaven is a long way off; and they are too happy there, to come down to the bedside of a poor boy. But if she knew I was ill, she must have pitied me, even there; for she was very ill herself before she died. She can't know anything about me thou... | him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was," replied Oliver,<|quote|>"because heaven is a long way off; and they are t... | his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in her eyes. "What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me... | head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work. "Hush, my dear," said the old lady softly. "You must be very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you have been very bad, as bad as ba... | a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, without loss of time, in which Mr. Brownlow saw his young charge carefully and comfortably deposited; and here, he was tended with a kindness and solicitude that knew no bounds. But, for many days, Oliver remained insensible to all the go... | inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile. "Dear me, I forgot all about it!" exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently. "A nice person to prefer a charge against a ... | days, Oliver remained insensible to all the goodness of his new friends. The sun rose and sank, and rose and sank again, and many times after that; and still the boy lay stretched on his uneasy bed, dwindling away beneath the dry and wasting heat of fever. The worm does not work more surely on the dead body, than does ... | Oliver Twist |
added Oliver after a moment's silence. | No speaker | know anything about me though,"<|quote|>added Oliver after a moment's silence.</|quote|>"If she had seen me | before she died. She can't know anything about me though,"<|quote|>added Oliver after a moment's silence.</|quote|>"If she had seen me hurt, it would have made | a long way off; and they are too happy there, to come down to the bedside of a poor boy. But if she knew I was ill, she must have pitied me, even there; for she was very ill herself before she died. She can't know anything about me though,"<|quote|>added Oliver after a moment's silence.</|quote|>"If she had seen me hur... | have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was," replied Oliver, "because heaven is a long way off; and they are too happy there, t... | you have been very bad, as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand ... | all the goodness of his new friends. The sun rose and sank, and rose and sank again, and many times after that; and still the boy lay stretched on his uneasy bed, dwindling away beneath the dry and wasting heat of fever. The worm does not work more surely on the dead body, than does this slow creeping fire upon the liv... | to prefer a charge against a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a l... | old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose." The book-stall keeper got into the coach; ... | Oliver Twist |
"If she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." | Oliver Twist | Oliver after a moment's silence.<|quote|>"If she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her."</|quote|>The old lady made no | anything about me though," added Oliver after a moment's silence.<|quote|>"If she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her."</|quote|>The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping | are too happy there, to come down to the bedside of a poor boy. But if she knew I was ill, she must have pitied me, even there; for she was very ill herself before she died. She can't know anything about me though," added Oliver after a moment's silence.<|quote|>"If she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowfu... | "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was," replied Oliver, "because heaven is a long way off; and they are too happy there, to come down to the bedside of ... | bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it rou... | friends. The sun rose and sank, and rose and sank again, and many times after that; and still the boy lay stretched on his uneasy bed, dwindling away beneath the dry and wasting heat of fever. The worm does not work more surely on the dead body, than does this slow creeping fire upon the living frame. Weak, and thin, a... | poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the ... | still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose." The book-stall keeper got into the coach; and away they drove. CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly ... | Oliver Twist |
The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek, told him he must lie very quiet, or he would be ill again. So, ... | No speaker | I have dreamed of her."<|quote|>The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek, told him he must lie very quiet... | looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her."<|quote|>The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek, to... | there; for she was very ill herself before she died. She can't know anything about me though," added Oliver after a moment's silence. "If she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her."<|quote|>The old lady made no reply to this; but w... | fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was," replied Oliver, "because heaven is a long way off; and they are too happy there, to come down to the bedside of a poor boy. But if she knew I was ill, she must have pitied me, even there; for she was very ill herself before she died. She can't know anything... | and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in her eyes. "What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if... | away beneath the dry and wasting heat of fever. The worm does not work more surely on the dead body, than does this slow creeping fire upon the living frame. Weak, and thin, and pallid, he awoke at last from what seemed to have been a long and troubled dream. Feebly raising himself in the bed, with his head resting on ... | circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!" cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long, "d n me!... | you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose." The book-stall keeper got into the coach; and away they drove. CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRI... | Oliver Twist |
said the gentleman. | No speaker | are you not, my dear?"<|quote|>said the gentleman.</|quote|>"Yes, thank you, sir," replied | _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?"<|quote|>said the gentleman.</|quote|>"Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you | by the light of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking gold watch in his hand, who felt his pulse, and said he was a great deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?"<|quote|>said the gentleman.</|quote|>"Yes, thank you, sir," repli... | ill again. So, Oliver kept very still; partly because he was anxious to obey the kind old lady in all things; and partly, to tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of a candle: which, being brought near ... | she died. She can't know anything about me though," added Oliver after a moment's silence. "If she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay... | very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you have been very bad, as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could ... | Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I... | the bedside of a poor boy. But if she knew I was ill, she must have pitied me, even there; for she was very ill herself before she died. She can't know anything about me though," added Oliver after a moment's silence. "If she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and h... | Oliver Twist |
"Yes, thank you, sir," | Oliver Twist | my dear?" said the gentleman.<|quote|>"Yes, thank you, sir,"</|quote|>replied Oliver. "Yes, I know | deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman.<|quote|>"Yes, thank you, sir,"</|quote|>replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: | of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking gold watch in his hand, who felt his pulse, and said he was a great deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman.<|quote|>"Yes, thank you, sir,"</|quote|>replied Oliver. "Y... | Oliver kept very still; partly because he was anxious to obey the kind old lady in all things; and partly, to tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed... | can't know anything about me though," added Oliver after a moment's silence. "If she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counte... | you will be ill again; and you have been very bad, as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placin... | him. "Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear... | bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his ... | Oliver Twist |
replied Oliver. | No speaker | gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir,"<|quote|>replied Oliver.</|quote|>"Yes, I know you are," | not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir,"<|quote|>replied Oliver.</|quote|>"Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry | being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking gold watch in his hand, who felt his pulse, and said he was a great deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir,"<|quote|>replied Oliver.</|quote|>"Yes, I know you are,"... | partly because he was anxious to obey the kind old lady in all things; and partly, to tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a ... | me though," added Oliver after a moment's silence. "If she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if t... | again; and you have been very bad, as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little wit... | somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhapp... | me though," added Oliver after a moment's silence. "If she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if t... | Oliver Twist |
said the gentleman: | No speaker | "Yes, I know you are,"<|quote|>said the gentleman:</|quote|>"You're hungry too, an't you?" | thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are,"<|quote|>said the gentleman:</|quote|>"You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" | a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking gold watch in his hand, who felt his pulse, and said he was a great deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are,"<|quote|>said the gentleman:</|quote|>"You're hungry too... | the kind old lady in all things; and partly, to tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking gold watch... | silence. "If she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features... | as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it ... | and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no ti... | not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in her eyes. "What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, fol... | Oliver Twist |
"No, sir," | Oliver Twist | "You're hungry too, an't you?"<|quote|>"No, sir,"</|quote|>answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the | you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?"<|quote|>"No, sir,"</|quote|>answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're | gold watch in his hand, who felt his pulse, and said he was a great deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?"<|quote|>"No, sir,"</|quote|>answered Oliver. "Hem!"... | partly, to tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking gold watch in his hand, who felt his pulse, and... | would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver t... | Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the o... | seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose." The book-stall keeper got into t... | feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work. "Hush, my dear," said the old lady ... | Oliver Twist |
answered Oliver. | No speaker | too, an't you?" "No, sir,"<|quote|>answered Oliver.</|quote|>"Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, | said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir,"<|quote|>answered Oliver.</|quote|>"Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He | in his hand, who felt his pulse, and said he was a great deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir,"<|quote|>answered Oliver.</|quote|>"Hem!" said the g... | tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking gold watch in his hand, who felt his pulse, and said he wa... | made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; an... | again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, ... | old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose." The book-stall keeper got into the coach; ... | said Oliver. "This is not the place I went to sleep in." He uttered these words in a feeble voice, being very faint and weak; but they were overheard at once. The curtain at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close ... | Oliver Twist |
said the gentleman. | No speaker | "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!"<|quote|>said the gentleman.</|quote|>"No, I know you're not. | "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!"<|quote|>said the gentleman.</|quote|>"No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. | who felt his pulse, and said he was a great deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!"<|quote|>said the gentleman.</|quote|>"No... | because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking gold watch in his hand, who felt his pulse, and said he was a great deal b... | and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him ... | dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in her... | in and sat himself on the other. "May I accompany you?" said the book-stall keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose." The book-stall keeper got into the coach; and away they drov... | seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool s... | Oliver Twist |
said the gentleman: looking very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. | No speaker | is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin,"<|quote|>said the gentleman: looking very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself.</|quote|>"You feel sleepy, don't you, | I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin,"<|quote|>said the gentleman: looking very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself.</|quote|>"You feel sleepy, don't you, my ... | a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin,"<|quote|>said the gentleman: look... | into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking gold watch in his hand, who felt his pulse, and said he was a great deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman... | her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek, told him he must lie very quiet, or he would be ill again... | pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that he could not help placing his little withered hand in hers, and drawing it round his neck. "Save us!" said the old lady, with tears in her eyes. "What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother... | keeper, looking in. "Bless me, yes, my dear sir," said Mr. Brownlow quickly. "I forgot you. Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in. Poor fellow! There's no time to lose." The book-stall keeper got into the coach; and away they drove. CHAPTER XII. IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEF... | dear," said the old lady softly. "You must be very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you have been very bad, as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so... | Oliver Twist |
said the doctor. | No speaker | sleepy, don't you, my dear?"<|quote|>said the doctor.</|quote|>"No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," | same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?"<|quote|>said the doctor.</|quote|>"No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a | not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin," said the gentleman: looking very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?"<|quote|>said the doctor.</|quote|>"... | deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin," said the... | the cheek, told him he must lie very quiet, or he would be ill again. So, Oliver kept very still; partly because he was anxious to obey the kind old lady in all things; and partly, to tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was aw... | "What a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mild... | IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a differen... | they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek, told him he must lie very quiet, or he would be ill again. So, Oliver kept very still; partly because he was anxious to obey the kind old lady in all things; and partly, to tell the truth, becau... | Oliver Twist |
"No, sir," | Oliver Twist | my dear?" said the doctor.<|quote|>"No, sir,"</|quote|>replied Oliver. "No," said the | "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor.<|quote|>"No, sir,"</|quote|>replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd | Bedwin," said the gentleman: looking very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor.<|quote|>"No, sir,"</|quote|>replied... | _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin," said the gentleman: lookin... | him he must lie very quiet, or he would be ill again. So, Oliver kept very still; partly because he was anxious to obey the kind old lady in all things; and partly, to tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the li... | little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it... | IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it re... | must be very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you have been very bad, as bad as bad could be, pretty nigh. Lie down again; there's a dear!" With those words, the old lady very gently placed Oliver's head upon the pillow; and, smoothing back his hair from his forehead, looked so kindly and loving in his face, that h... | Oliver Twist |
replied Oliver. | No speaker | said the doctor. "No, sir,"<|quote|>replied Oliver.</|quote|>"No," said the doctor, with | sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir,"<|quote|>replied Oliver.</|quote|>"No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied | the gentleman: looking very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir,"<|quote|>replied Oliver.</|quote|>"No,"... | great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin," said the gentleman: looking very w... | must lie very quiet, or he would be ill again. So, Oliver kept very still; partly because he was anxious to obey the kind old lady in all things; and partly, to tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of ... | it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was," repli... | BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the... | no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek, told him he must lie very quiet, or he would be ill again. So, Oliver kept very s... | Oliver Twist |
said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. | No speaker | "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No,"<|quote|>said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look.</|quote|>"You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. | my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No,"<|quote|>said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look.</|quote|>"You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather | very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No,"<|quote|>said the doctor, with a very sh... | are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin," said the gentleman: looking very wise. The old lady m... | quiet, or he would be ill again. So, Oliver kept very still; partly because he was anxious to obey the kind old lady in all things; and partly, to tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of a candle: whic... | creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was," replied Oliver, "be... | THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islin... | of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek, told him he must lie very quiet, or he would be ill ag... | Oliver Twist |
"Yes, sir, rather thirsty," | Oliver Twist | sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?"<|quote|>"Yes, sir, rather thirsty,"</|quote|>answered Oliver. "Just as I | and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?"<|quote|>"Yes, sir, rather thirsty,"</|quote|>answered Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin," said the | she thought the doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?"<|quote|>"Yes, sir, rather thirst... | you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin," said the gentleman: looking very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a... | to obey the kind old lady in all things; and partly, to tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking go... | see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was," replied Oliver, "because heaven is a long way off; and they are too happy there, to come down to t... | HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. The coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here... | has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek,... | Oliver Twist |
answered Oliver. | No speaker | you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty,"<|quote|>answered Oliver.</|quote|>"Just as I expected, Mrs. | not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty,"<|quote|>answered Oliver.</|quote|>"Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin," said the doctor. "It's | was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty,"<|quote|>answered Oliver.</|... | gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin," said the gentleman: looking very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever man. T... | old lady in all things; and partly, to tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking gold watch in his h... | she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was," replied Oliver, "because heaven is a long way off; and they are too happy there, to come down to the bedside of a poor bo... | coach rattled away, over nearly the same ground as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, with... | at the bed's head was hastily drawn back, and a motherly old lady, very neatly and precisely dressed, rose as she undrew it, from an arm-chair close by, in which she had been sitting at needle-work. "Hush, my dear," said the old lady softly. "You must be very quiet, or you will be ill again; and you have been very bad,... | Oliver Twist |
said the doctor. | No speaker | as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin,"<|quote|>said the doctor.</|quote|>"It's very natural that he | rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin,"<|quote|>said the doctor.</|quote|>"It's very natural that he should be thirsty. You may | much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin,"<|quote|>said the d... | answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin," said the gentleman: looking very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. ... | tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking gold watch in his hand, who felt his pulse, and said he wa... | hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was," replied Oliver, "because heaven is a long way off; and they are too happy there, to come down to the bedside of a poor boy. But if she knew I was ill, she must have piti... | as that which Oliver had traversed when he first entered London in company with the Dodger; and, turning a different way when it reached the Angel at Islington, stopped at length before a neat house, in a quiet shady street near Pentonville. Here, a bed was prepared, without loss of time, in which Mr. Brownlow saw his ... | What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly. "I suppose it was," replied Oliver, "because hea... | Oliver Twist |
The old lady dropped a curtsey. The doctor, after tasting the cool stuff, and expressing a qualified approval of it, hurried away: his boots creaking in a very important and wealthy manner as he went downstairs. Oliver dozed off again, soon after this; when he awoke, it was nearly twelve o'clock. The old lady tenderly ... | No speaker | will you have the goodness?"<|quote|>The old lady dropped a curtsey. The doctor, after tasting the cool stuff, and expressing a qualified approval of it, hurried away: his boots creaking in a very important and wealthy manner as he went downstairs. Oliver dozed off again, soon after this; when he awoke, it was nearly t... | let him be too cold; will you have the goodness?"<|quote|>The old lady dropped a curtsey. The doctor, after tasting the cool stuff, and expressing a qualified approval of it, hurried away: his boots creaking in a very important and wealthy manner as he went downstairs. Oliver dozed off again, soon after this; when he a... | Mrs. Bedwin," said the doctor. "It's very natural that he should be thirsty. You may give him a little tea, ma'am, and some dry toast without any butter. Don't keep him too warm, ma'am; but be careful that you don't let him be too cold; will you have the goodness?"<|quote|>The old lady dropped a curtsey. The doctor, af... | doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin," sa... | gold watch in his hand, who felt his pulse, and said he was a great deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentlem... | to the bedside of a poor boy. But if she knew I was ill, she must have pitied me, even there; for she was very ill herself before she died. She can't know anything about me though," added Oliver after a moment's silence. "If she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet an... | loss of time, in which Mr. Brownlow saw his young charge carefully and comfortably deposited; and here, he was tended with a kindness and solicitude that knew no bounds. But, for many days, Oliver remained insensible to all the goodness of his new friends. The sun rose and sank, and rose and sank again, and many times ... | a grateful little dear it is. Pretty creetur! What would his mother feel if she had sat by him as I have, and could see him now!" "Perhaps she does see me," whispered Oliver, folding his hands together; "perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if she had." "That was the fever, my dear," said the old lady mildly. "I... | Oliver Twist |
"Never mind me, my dear," | Mrs. Bedwin | began to cry most violently.<|quote|>"Never mind me, my dear,"</|quote|>said the old lady; "I'm | him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently.<|quote|>"Never mind me, my dear,"</|quote|>said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good | Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently.<|quote|>"Never mind me, my ... | when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little houseke... | and nights, and might yet fill it with the gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this w... | again, soon after this; when he awoke, it was nearly twelve o'clock. The old lady tenderly bade him good-night shortly afterwards, and left him in charge of a fat old woman who had just come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former o... | after a moment's silence. "If she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel ... | Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin," said the doctor. "It's very natural that he should be thirsty. You may give him a little tea, ma'am, and some dry toast without any butter. Don't keep him too warm, ma'am; but be careful that you don't let him be too cold; will you have the goodness?" The old lady dropped a cu... | Oliver Twist |
said the old lady; | No speaker | "Never mind me, my dear,"<|quote|>said the old lady;</|quote|>"I'm only having a regular | began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear,"<|quote|>said the old lady;</|quote|>"I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all | downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear,"<|quote|>said the old lady;</|... | he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged t... | fill it with the gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this were death, would be roused... | he awoke, it was nearly twelve o'clock. The old lady tenderly bade him good-night shortly afterwards, and left him in charge of a fat old woman who had just come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, a... | she had seen me hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought som... | made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're... | Oliver Twist |
"I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." | Mrs. Bedwin | dear," said the old lady;<|quote|>"I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable."</|quote|>"You're very, very kind to | violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady;<|quote|>"I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable."</|quote|>"You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, | housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady;<|quote|>"I'm only having a regular go... | happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set... | gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this were death, would be roused again to all the... | nearly twelve o'clock. The old lady tenderly bade him good-night shortly afterwards, and left him in charge of a fat old woman who had just come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliv... | hurt, it would have made her sorrowful; and her face has always looked sweet and happy, when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for... | old woman who had just come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliver that she had come to sit up with him, drew her chair close to the fire and went off into a series of short naps, c... | Oliver Twist |
"You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," | Oliver Twist | now; and I'm quite comfortable."<|quote|>"You're very, very kind to me, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Oliver. "Well, never you | cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable."<|quote|>"You're very, very kind to me, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said | lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable."<|quote|>"You're very, very kind to me, ma'... | three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a sta... | prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this were death, would be roused again to all the struggles and turmoils of life; to all its cares for the present; its anxieties for the ... | charge of a fat old woman who had just come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliver that she had come to sit up with him, drew her chair close to the fire and went off into a series ... | when I have dreamed of her." The old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek, told him he must lie very quiet, o... | natural that he should be thirsty. You may give him a little tea, ma'am, and some dry toast without any butter. Don't keep him too warm, ma'am; but be careful that you don't let him be too cold; will you have the goodness?" The old lady dropped a curtsey. The doctor, after tasting the cool stuff, and expressing a quali... | Oliver Twist |
said Oliver. | No speaker | very kind to me, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Oliver.</|quote|>"Well, never you mind that, | I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Oliver.</|quote|>"Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old | in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Oliver.</|quote|>"Well, neve... | sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at se... | that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this were death, would be roused again to all the struggles and turmoils of life; to all its cares for the present; its anxieties for the future; more than all, its weary recollect... | had just come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliver that she had come to sit up with him, drew her chair close to the fire and went off into a series of short naps, chequered at fr... | old lady made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek, told him he must lie very quiet, or he would be ill again. So, Oliv... | rushlight-shade threw upon the ceiling; or tracing with his languid eyes the intricate pattern of the paper on the wall. The darkness and the deep stillness of the room were very solemn; as they brought into the boy's mind the thought that death had been hovering there, for many days and nights, and might yet fill it w... | Oliver Twist |
"Well, never you mind that, my dear," | Mrs. Bedwin | to me, ma'am," said Oliver.<|quote|>"Well, never you mind that, my dear,"</|quote|>said the old lady; "that's | comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver.<|quote|>"Well, never you mind that, my dear,"</|quote|>said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with | state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver.<|quote|>"Well, never you mind tha... | an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing hi... | tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this were death, would be roused again to all the struggles and turmoils of life; to all its cares for the present; its anxieties for the future; more than all, its weary recollections of th... | come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliver that she had come to sit up with him, drew her chair close to the fire and went off into a series of short naps, chequered at frequent in... | made no reply to this; but wiping her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek, told him he must lie very quiet, or he would be ill again. So, Oliver kept v... | very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and... | Oliver Twist |
said the old lady; | No speaker | you mind that, my dear,"<|quote|>said the old lady;</|quote|>"that's got nothing to do | ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear,"<|quote|>said the old lady;</|quote|>"that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's | so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear,"<|quote|>said the old lady;</|quote|>"th... | and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most... | alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this were death, would be roused again to all the struggles and turmoils of life; to all its cares for the present; its anxieties for the future; more than all, its weary recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when ... | bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliver that she had come to sit up with him, drew her chair close to the fire and went off into a series of short naps, chequered at frequent intervals with sundry tumblings forward... | her eyes first, and her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek, told him he must lie very quiet, or he would be ill again. So, Oliver kept very still; partly because he was a... | lay awake for some time, counting the little circles of light which the reflection of the rushlight-shade threw upon the ceiling; or tracing with his languid eyes the intricate pattern of the paper on the wall. The darkness and the deep stillness of the room were very solemn; as they brought into the boy's mind the tho... | Oliver Twist |
"that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." | Mrs. Bedwin | dear," said the old lady;<|quote|>"that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased."</|quote|>And with this, the old | never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady;<|quote|>"that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased."</|quote|>And with this, the... | began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady;<|quote|>"that's got nothing to do with your br... | still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Ne... | and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this were death, would be roused again to all the struggles and turmoils of life; to all its cares for the present; its anxieties for the future; more than all, its weary recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; h... | Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliver that she had come to sit up with him, drew her chair close to the fire and went off into a series of short naps, chequered at frequent intervals with sundry tumblings forward, and divers moans and ... | her spectacles, which lay on the counterpane, afterwards, as if they were part and parcel of those features, brought some cool stuff for Oliver to drink; and then, patting him on the cheek, told him he must lie very quiet, or he would be ill again. So, Oliver kept very still; partly because he was anxious to obey the k... | was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Just as I... | Oliver Twist |
And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. | No speaker | the more he'll be pleased."<|quote|>And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation.</|quote|>"Are yo... | because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased."<|quote|>And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest c... | the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased."<|quote|>And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a... | much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to ... | past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him c... | naps, chequered at frequent intervals with sundry tumblings forward, and divers moans and chokings. These, however, had no worse effect than causing her to rub her nose very hard, and then fall asleep again. And thus the night crept slowly on. Oliver lay awake for some time, counting the little circles of light which t... | Oliver kept very still; partly because he was anxious to obey the kind old lady in all things; and partly, to tell the truth, because he was completely exhausted with what he had already said. He soon fell into a gentle doze, from which he was awakened by the light of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed... | for many days and nights, and might yet fill it with the gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. ... | Oliver Twist |
"Are you fond of pictures, dear?" | Mrs. Bedwin | paupers, at the lowest computation.<|quote|>"Are you fond of pictures, dear?"</|quote|>inquired the old lady, seeing | for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation.<|quote|>"Are you fond of pictures, dear?"</|quote|>inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his | the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation.<|quote|>"Are you fond of... | mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself t... | propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, fo... | some time, counting the little circles of light which the reflection of the rushlight-shade threw upon the ceiling; or tracing with his languid eyes the intricate pattern of the paper on the wall. The darkness and the deep stillness of the room were very solemn; as they brought into the boy's mind the thought that deat... | was awakened by the light of a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking gold watch in his hand, who felt his pulse, and said he was a great deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied O... | the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too;... | Oliver Twist |
inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. | No speaker | you fond of pictures, dear?"<|quote|>inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair.</|quote|>"I don't quite know, ma'am," | at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?"<|quote|>inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair.</|quote|>"I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his | with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?"<|quote|>inquired the o... | old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little sauc... | he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violent... | of light which the reflection of the rushlight-shade threw upon the ceiling; or tracing with his languid eyes the intricate pattern of the paper on the wall. The darkness and the deep stillness of the room were very solemn; as they brought into the boy's mind the thought that death had been hovering there, for many day... | a candle: which, being brought near the bed, showed him a gentleman with a very large and loud-ticking gold watch in his hand, who felt his pulse, and said he was a great deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are,"... | curtsey. The doctor, after tasting the cool stuff, and expressing a qualified approval of it, hurried away: his boots creaking in a very important and wealthy manner as he went downstairs. Oliver dozed off again, soon after this; when he awoke, it was nearly twelve o'clock. The old lady tenderly bade him good-night sho... | Oliver Twist |
"I don't quite know, ma'am," | Oliver Twist | wall; just opposite his chair.<|quote|>"I don't quite know, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Oliver, without taking his | portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair.<|quote|>"I don't quite know, ma'am,"</|quote|>said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I | an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair.<|quote|>"I don't qu... | in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strengt... | here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You'... | the wall. The darkness and the deep stillness of the room were very solemn; as they brought into the boy's mind the thought that death had been hovering there, for many days and nights, and might yet fill it with the gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heav... | his pulse, and said he was a great deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is... | lady tenderly bade him good-night shortly afterwards, and left him in charge of a fat old woman who had just come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliver that she had come to sit up ... | Oliver Twist |
said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; | No speaker | "I don't quite know, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas;</|quote|>"I have seen so few | wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas;</|quote|>"I have seen so few that I hardly know. What | to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am,"<|quote|>said Oliver,... | morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundre... | good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma... | the deep stillness of the room were very solemn; as they brought into the boy's mind the thought that death had been hovering there, for many days and nights, and might yet fill it with the gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into... | was a great deal better. "You _are_ a great deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwi... | in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliver that she had come to sit up with him, drew her chair close to the fire and went off into a series of short naps, chequered at frequent intervals with sundry tumbl... | Oliver Twist |
"I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" | Oliver Twist | his eyes from the canvas;<|quote|>"I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!"</|quote|>"Ah!" said the old lady, | ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas;<|quote|>"I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!"</|quote|>"Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out | paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas;<|quote|>"I have seen s... | because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computati... | in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, ... | as they brought into the boy's mind the thought that death had been hovering there, for many days and nights, and might yet fill it with the gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent ... | deal better, are you not, my dear?" said the gentleman. "Yes, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. "Yes, I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin," said the gentleman: looking very wise. T... | close to the fire and went off into a series of short naps, chequered at frequent intervals with sundry tumblings forward, and divers moans and chokings. These, however, had no worse effect than causing her to rub her nose very hard, and then fall asleep again. And thus the night crept slowly on. Oliver lay awake for s... | Oliver Twist |
"Ah!" | Mrs. Bedwin | mild face that lady's is!"<|quote|>"Ah!"</|quote|>said the old lady, "painters | hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!"<|quote|>"Ah!"</|quote|>said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier | Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!"<|quote|>"Ah!"</|quote|>said the old lady, ... | herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed hi... | violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time yo... | days and nights, and might yet fill it with the gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if t... | I know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin," said the gentleman: looking very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the docto... | the room were very solemn; as they brought into the boy's mind the thought that death had been hovering there, for many days and nights, and might yet fill it with the gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sl... | Oliver Twist |
said the old lady, | No speaker | face that lady's is!" "Ah!"<|quote|>said the old lady,</|quote|>"painters always make ladies out | know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!"<|quote|>said the old lady,</|quote|>"painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or | had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!"<|quote|>said the old lady,</|quote|>"painte... | to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, ... | "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; f... | and nights, and might yet fill it with the gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this w... | know you are," said the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin," said the gentleman: looking very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor ... | series of short naps, chequered at frequent intervals with sundry tumblings forward, and divers moans and chokings. These, however, had no worse effect than causing her to rub her nose very hard, and then fall asleep again. And thus the night crept slowly on. Oliver lay awake for some time, counting the little circles ... | Oliver Twist |
"painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," | Mrs. Bedwin | "Ah!" said the old lady,<|quote|>"painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal,"</|quote|>said the old lady, laughing | mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady,<|quote|>"painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal,"</|quote|>said the old lady, lau... | most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady,<|quote|>"painters always make ladies out pre... | a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on ... | dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says ... | yet fill it with the gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this were death, would be ro... | the gentleman: "You're hungry too, an't you?" "No, sir," answered Oliver. "Hem!" said the gentleman. "No, I know you're not. He is not hungry, Mrs. Bedwin," said the gentleman: looking very wise. The old lady made a respectful inclination of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever ma... | had been hovering there, for many days and nights, and might yet fill it with the gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which ... | Oliver Twist |
said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. | No speaker | deal too honest. A deal,"<|quote|>said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness.</|quote|>"Is is that a likeness, | would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal,"<|quote|>said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness.</|quote|>"Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said | beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal,"<|quote|>said the old lady, l... | inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" s... | old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little sauc... | that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this were death, would be roused again to all the struggles and turmoils of life; to all its cares for the present; its anxieties for the future; more than all, its weary recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened h... | of the head, which seemed to say that she thought the doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are ... | he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this were death, would be roused again to all the struggles and turmoils of life; to all... | Oliver Twist |
"Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" | Oliver Twist | heartily at her own acuteness.<|quote|>"Is is that a likeness, ma'am?"</|quote|>said Oliver. "Yes," said the | the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness.<|quote|>"Is is that a likeness, ma'am?"</|quote|>said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for | "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness.<|quote|>"Is is that a liken... | most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier th... | it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver though... | from. Who, if this were death, would be roused again to all the struggles and turmoils of life; to all its cares for the present; its anxieties for the future; more than all, its weary recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of th... | doctor was a very clever man. The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Ju... | Oliver lay awake for some time, counting the little circles of light which the reflection of the rushlight-shade threw upon the ceiling; or tracing with his languid eyes the intricate pattern of the paper on the wall. The darkness and the deep stillness of the room were very solemn; as they brought into the boy's mind ... | Oliver Twist |
said Oliver. | No speaker | is that a likeness, ma'am?"<|quote|>said Oliver.</|quote|>"Yes," said the old lady, | at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?"<|quote|>said Oliver.</|quote|>"Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment | than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?"<|quote|>said Oliver.</|quote|>"Yes," ... | hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get a... | for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinn... | would be roused again to all the struggles and turmoils of life; to all its cares for the present; its anxieties for the future; more than all, its weary recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He b... | The doctor appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin,... | for some time, counting the little circles of light which the reflection of the rushlight-shade threw upon the ceiling; or tracing with his languid eyes the intricate pattern of the paper on the wall. The darkness and the deep stillness of the room were very solemn; as they brought into the boy's mind the thought that ... | Oliver Twist |
"Yes," | Mrs. Bedwin | a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said the old lady, looking | own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said the old lady, looking up for a moment from | are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said the o... | the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, ch... | doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when... | roused again to all the struggles and turmoils of life; to all its cares for the present; its anxieties for the future; more than all, its weary recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged t... | appeared much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin," said the ... | easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him s... | Oliver Twist |
said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; | No speaker | likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes,"<|quote|>said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth;</|quote|>"that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" | acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes,"<|quote|>said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth;</|quote|>"that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my | or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes,"<|quote|>said the old lady, looki... | wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child.... | says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduce... | again to all the struggles and turmoils of life; to all its cares for the present; its anxieties for the future; more than all, its weary recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the w... | much of the same opinion himself. "You feel sleepy, don't you, my dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin," said the doctor. "... | with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith beg... | Oliver Twist |
"that's a portrait." | Mrs. Bedwin | a moment from the broth;<|quote|>"that's a portrait."</|quote|>"Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, | old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth;<|quote|>"that's a portrait."</|quote|>"Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't | machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth;<|quote|>"that's a portrait."</|quote|>"... | without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known... | we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty p... | cares for the present; its anxieties for the future; more than all, its weary recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an eas... | dear?" said the doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin," said the doctor. "It's very natural that he should be thirsty. You may give him a li... | moans and chokings. These, however, had no worse effect than causing her to rub her nose very hard, and then fall asleep again. And thus the night crept slowly on. Oliver lay awake for some time, counting the little circles of light which the reflection of the rushlight-shade threw upon the ceiling; or tracing with his... | Oliver Twist |
"Whose, ma'am?" | Oliver Twist | the broth; "that's a portrait."<|quote|>"Whose, ma'am?"</|quote|>asked Oliver. "Why, really, my | up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait."<|quote|>"Whose, ma'am?"</|quote|>asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered | likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait."<|quote|>"Whose, ma'am?"</|quote|>aske... | eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never s... | up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at t... | present; its anxieties for the future; more than all, its weary recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well ... | doctor. "No, sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin," said the doctor. "It's very natural that he should be thirsty. You may give him a little tea, ma'am,... | for the present; its anxieties for the future; more than all, its weary recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chai... | Oliver Twist |
asked Oliver. | No speaker | "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?"<|quote|>asked Oliver.</|quote|>"Why, really, my dear, I | a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?"<|quote|>asked Oliver.</|quote|>"Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old | have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?"<|quote|>asked Oliver.</|quote|>"Why, r... | the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it... | best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowe... | anxieties for the future; more than all, its weary recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up wi... | sir," replied Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin," said the doctor. "It's very natural that he should be thirsty. You may give him a little tea, ma'am, and some dry... | able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delig... | Oliver Twist |
"Why, really, my dear, I don't know," | Mrs. Bedwin | portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver.<|quote|>"Why, really, my dear, I don't know,"</|quote|>answered the old lady in | from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver.<|quote|>"Why, really, my dear, I don't know,"</|quote|>answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not | that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver.<|quote|>"Why, really, my dear, I do... | "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal to... | because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computati... | the future; more than all, its weary recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; an... | Oliver. "No," said the doctor, with a very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin," said the doctor. "It's very natural that he should be thirsty. You may give him a little tea, ma'am, and some dry toast without... | crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by ... | Oliver Twist |
answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. | No speaker | my dear, I don't know,"<|quote|>answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner.</|quote|>"It's not a likeness of | ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know,"<|quote|>answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner.</|quote|>"It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I | too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know,"<|quote|>answered the old lady in a ... | hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the... | he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?"... | recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, ... | very shrewd and satisfied look. "You're not sleepy. Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin," said the doctor. "It's very natural that he should be thirsty. You may give him a little tea, ma'am, and some dry toast without any butter. Don't keep him too warm, ... | eyes the intricate pattern of the paper on the wall. The darkness and the deep stillness of the room were very solemn; as they brought into the boy's mind the thought that death had been hovering there, for many days and nights, and might yet fill it with the gloom and dread of his awful presence, he turned his face up... | Oliver Twist |
"It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." | Mrs. Bedwin | lady in a good-humoured manner.<|quote|>"It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear."</|quote|>"It is so pretty," replied | don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner.<|quote|>"It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear."</|quote|>"It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not | laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner.<|quote|>"It's not a likene... | lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own a... | lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver... | day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into th... | Nor thirsty. Are you?" "Yes, sir, rather thirsty," answered Oliver. "Just as I expected, Mrs. Bedwin," said the doctor. "It's very natural that he should be thirsty. You may give him a little tea, ma'am, and some dry toast without any butter. Don't keep him too warm, ma'am; but be careful that you don't let him be too ... | however, had no worse effect than causing her to rub her nose very hard, and then fall asleep again. And thus the night crept slowly on. Oliver lay awake for some time, counting the little circles of light which the reflection of the rushlight-shade threw upon the ceiling; or tracing with his languid eyes the intricate... | Oliver Twist |
"It is so pretty," | Oliver Twist | to strike your fancy, dear."<|quote|>"It is so pretty,"</|quote|>replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're | know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear."<|quote|>"It is so pretty,"</|quote|>replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said | looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear."<|quote|>"It is so pretty,"</|quote|>replie... | any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the b... | furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't qu... | past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady ... | very natural that he should be thirsty. You may give him a little tea, ma'am, and some dry toast without any butter. Don't keep him too warm, ma'am; but be careful that you don't let him be too cold; will you have the goodness?" The old lady dropped a curtsey. The doctor, after tasting the cool stuff, and expressing a ... | his awful presence, he turned his face upon the pillow, and fervently prayed to Heaven. Gradually, he fell into that deep tranquil sleep which ease from recent suffering alone imparts; that calm and peaceful rest which it is pain to wake from. Who, if this were death, would be roused again to all the struggles and turm... | Oliver Twist |
replied Oliver. | No speaker | dear." "It is so pretty,"<|quote|>replied Oliver.</|quote|>"Why, sure you're not afraid | seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty,"<|quote|>replied Oliver.</|quote|>"Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old | moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty,"<|quote|>replied Oliver.</|quote|>"Why, s... | man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrai... | when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Ol... | the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too;... | should be thirsty. You may give him a little tea, ma'am, and some dry toast without any butter. Don't keep him too warm, ma'am; but be careful that you don't let him be too cold; will you have the goodness?" The old lady dropped a curtsey. The doctor, after tasting the cool stuff, and expressing a qualified approval of... | he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerabl... | Oliver Twist |
"Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" | Mrs. Bedwin | is so pretty," replied Oliver.<|quote|>"Why, sure you're not afraid of it?"</|quote|>said the old lady: observing | strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver.<|quote|>"Why, sure you're not afraid of it?"</|quote|>said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look | the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver.<|quote|>"Why, sure you're not afraid... | invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whos... | to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without... | again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, bein... | thirsty. You may give him a little tea, ma'am, and some dry toast without any butter. Don't keep him too warm, ma'am; but be careful that you don't let him be too cold; will you have the goodness?" The old lady dropped a curtsey. The doctor, after tasting the cool stuff, and expressing a qualified approval of it, hurri... | it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up o... | Oliver Twist |
said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. | No speaker | you're not afraid of it?"<|quote|>said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting.</|quote|>"Oh no, no," returned Oliver | pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?"<|quote|>said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting.</|quote|>"Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look | asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?"<|quote|>said the old lady: observing in great s... | have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I... | and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen... | able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delig... | tea, ma'am, and some dry toast without any butter. Don't keep him too warm, ma'am; but be careful that you don't let him be too cold; will you have the goodness?" The old lady dropped a curtsey. The doctor, after tasting the cool stuff, and expressing a qualified approval of it, hurried away: his boots creaking in a ve... | be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inqui... | Oliver Twist |
"Oh no, no," | Oliver Twist | the child regarded the painting.<|quote|>"Oh no, no,"</|quote|>returned Oliver quickly; "but the | look of awe with which the child regarded the painting.<|quote|>"Oh no, no,"</|quote|>returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and | a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting.<|quote|>"Oh no, no,"</|quote|>returned Oliver quic... | heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you... | Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always ... | walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my de... | you don't let him be too cold; will you have the goodness?" The old lady dropped a curtsey. The doctor, after tasting the cool stuff, and expressing a qualified approval of it, hurried away: his boots creaking in a very important and wealthy manner as he went downstairs. Oliver dozed off again, soon after this; when he... | belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herse... | Oliver Twist |
returned Oliver quickly; | No speaker | the painting. "Oh no, no,"<|quote|>returned Oliver quickly;</|quote|>"but the eyes look so | with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no,"<|quote|>returned Oliver quickly;</|quote|>"but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, | anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no,"<|quote|>returned Oliver quickly;</|quote|>"but the ... | own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I ex... | his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out p... | had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old ... | him be too cold; will you have the goodness?" The old lady dropped a curtsey. The doctor, after tasting the cool stuff, and expressing a qualified approval of it, hurried away: his boots creaking in a very important and wealthy manner as he went downstairs. Oliver dozed off again, soon after this; when he awoke, it was... | full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to... | Oliver Twist |
"but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," | Oliver Twist | no, no," returned Oliver quickly;<|quote|>"but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat,"</|quote|>added Oliver in a low | child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly;<|quote|>"but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat,"</|quote|>added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was | or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly;<|quote|>"but the eyes look so sorrowful; an... | is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to s... | intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than th... | downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only ... | cold; will you have the goodness?" The old lady dropped a curtsey. The doctor, after tasting the cool stuff, and expressing a qualified approval of it, hurried away: his boots creaking in a very important and wealthy manner as he went downstairs. Oliver dozed off again, soon after this; when he awoke, it was nearly twe... | to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: s... | Oliver Twist |
added Oliver in a low voice, | No speaker | It makes my heart beat,"<|quote|>added Oliver in a low voice,</|quote|>"as if it was alive, | they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat,"<|quote|>added Oliver in a low voice,</|quote|>"as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to | you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat,"<|quote|>added Oliver in a low voice,</|quote|>"a... | "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the o... | without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known... | lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," sai... | expressing a qualified approval of it, hurried away: his boots creaking in a very important and wealthy manner as he went downstairs. Oliver dozed off again, soon after this; when he awoke, it was nearly twelve o'clock. The old lady tenderly bade him good-night shortly afterwards, and left him in charge of a fat old wo... | of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that... | Oliver Twist |
"as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." | Oliver Twist | Oliver in a low voice,<|quote|>"as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't."</|quote|>"Lord save us!" exclaimed the | makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice,<|quote|>"as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't."</|quote|>"Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk | the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice,<|quote|>"as if it was alive, and wanted to speak t... | Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the l... | canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a... | being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind ... | hurried away: his boots creaking in a very important and wealthy manner as he went downstairs. Oliver dozed off again, soon after this; when he awoke, it was nearly twelve o'clock. The old lady tenderly bade him good-night shortly afterwards, and left him in charge of a fat old woman who had just come: bringing with he... | and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most... | Oliver Twist |
"Lord save us!" | Mrs. Bedwin | speak to me, but couldn't."<|quote|>"Lord save us!"</|quote|>exclaimed the old lady, starting; | was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't."<|quote|>"Lord save us!"</|quote|>exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, | the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't."<|quote|>"Lord save us!"</|quote|>exclaimed the old lady, ... | a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," ret... | mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very hearti... | forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your ... | he went downstairs. Oliver dozed off again, soon after this; when he awoke, it was nearly twelve o'clock. The old lady tenderly bade him good-night shortly afterwards, and left him in charge of a fat old woman who had just come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting th... | weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind m... | Oliver Twist |
exclaimed the old lady, starting; | No speaker | but couldn't." "Lord save us!"<|quote|>exclaimed the old lady, starting;</|quote|>"don't talk in that way, | wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!"<|quote|>exclaimed the old lady, starting;</|quote|>"don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous | the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!"<|quote|>exclaimed the old lady, starting;</|quote|>"don't ta... | "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "b... | lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own a... | cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's ful... | Oliver dozed off again, soon after this; when he awoke, it was nearly twelve o'clock. The old lady tenderly bade him good-night shortly afterwards, and left him in charge of a fat old woman who had just come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head... | of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against th... | Oliver Twist |
"don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!" | Mrs. Bedwin | exclaimed the old lady, starting;<|quote|>"don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!"</|quote|>said the old lady, suiting | but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting;<|quote|>"don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!"</|quote|>said the old lady, suiting the action to the word; | returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting;<|quote|>"don't talk in that way, child. You're weak a... | anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorr... | old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a lik... | me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the docto... | after this; when he awoke, it was nearly twelve o'clock. The old lady tenderly bade him good-night shortly afterwards, and left him in charge of a fat old woman who had just come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table,... | with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith beg... | Oliver Twist |
said the old lady, suiting the action to the word; | No speaker | you won't see it. There!"<|quote|>said the old lady, suiting the action to the word;</|quote|>"you don't see it now, | the other side; and then you won't see it. There!"<|quote|>said the old lady, suiting the action to the word;</|quote|>"you don't see it now, at all events." Oliver _did_ | if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!"<|quote|>said the old lady, suiting the action to th... | old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but co... | that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know... | said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, ... | had just come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliver that she had come to sit up with him, drew her chair close to the fire and went off into a series of short naps, chequered at fr... | an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing hi... | Oliver Twist |
"you don't see it now, at all events." | Mrs. Bedwin | the action to the word;<|quote|>"you don't see it now, at all events."</|quote|>Oliver _did_ see it in | said the old lady, suiting the action to the word;<|quote|>"you don't see it now, at all events."</|quote|>Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly | but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!" said the old lady, suiting the action to the word;<|quote|>"you don't see it now, at all events... | with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starti... | deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. ... | the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little ... | a small Prayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliver that she had come to sit up with him, drew her chair close to the fire and went off into a series of short naps, chequered at frequent intervals with sundry tumblings forward, and di... | disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side,... | Oliver Twist |
Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bu... | No speaker | it now, at all events."<|quote|>Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread... | the word; "you don't see it now, at all events."<|quote|>Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and br... | lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!" said the old lady, suiting the action to the word; "you don't see it now, at all events."<|quote|>Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as disti... | no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak ... | at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I kno... | with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong ... | Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliver that she had come to sit up with him, drew her chair close to the fire and went off into a series of short naps, chequered at frequent intervals with sundry tumblings forward, and divers moans and chokings. These, however, h... | few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal... | Oliver Twist |
"Come in," | Mrs. Bedwin | soft rap at the door.<|quote|>"Come in,"</|quote|>said the old lady; and | spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door.<|quote|>"Come in,"</|quote|>said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, | Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door.<|quote|>"Come in,"... | the word; "you don't see it now, at all events." Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits... | of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady,... | of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that... | the little circles of light which the reflection of the rushlight-shade threw upon the ceiling; or tracing with his languid eyes the intricate pattern of the paper on the wall. The darkness and the deep stillness of the room were very solemn; as they brought into the boy's mind the thought that death had been hovering ... | deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. ... | Oliver Twist |
said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd conto... | No speaker | at the door. "Come in,"<|quote|>said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a... | there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in,"<|quote|>said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his c... | satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in,"<|quote|>said the old... | "you don't see it now, at all events." Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toaste... | with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starti... | dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" ... | circles of light which the reflection of the rushlight-shade threw upon the ceiling; or tracing with his languid eyes the intricate pattern of the paper on the wall. The darkness and the deep stillness of the room were very solemn; as they brought into the boy's mind the thought that death had been hovering there, for ... | with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong ... | Oliver Twist |
"Poor boy, poor boy!" | Mr. Brownlow | in a condition to explain.<|quote|>"Poor boy, poor boy!"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his | not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain.<|quote|>"Poor boy, poor boy!"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this | the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain.<|quote|>"Poor boy, poor boy!"</|q... | a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth m... | she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the d... | dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the... | than all, its weary recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was stil... | afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wante... | Oliver Twist |
said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. | No speaker | explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat.</|quote|>"I'm rather hoarse this morning, | be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat.</|quote|>"I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I | the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, ... | at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that... | and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," sai... | answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the p... | recollections of the past! It had been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, ... | look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel you... | Oliver Twist |
"I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." | Mr. Brownlow | Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat.<|quote|>"I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold."</|quote|>"I hope not, sir," said | "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat.<|quote|>"I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold."</|quote|>"I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have | Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat.<|quote|>"I'm rat... | a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough ... | felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. B... | good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," retur... | been bright day, for hours, when Oliver opened his eyes; he felt cheerful and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downst... | she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the d... | Oliver Twist |
"I hope not, sir," | Mrs. Bedwin | afraid I have caught cold."<|quote|>"I hope not, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you | this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold."<|quote|>"I hope not, sir,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well | humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold."<|quote|>"I hope n... | from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of ... | with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no so... | I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they... | and happy. The crisis of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him... | other side; and then you won't see it. There!" said the old lady, suiting the action to the word; "you don't see it now, at all events." Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked... | Oliver Twist |
said Mrs. Bedwin. | No speaker | cold." "I hope not, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Bedwin.</|quote|>"Everything you have had, has | I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Bedwin.</|quote|>"Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I | supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Bedwin.</... | an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by ... | befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spec... | to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me... | of the disease was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fir... | which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't... | Oliver Twist |
"Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." | Mrs. Bedwin | not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin.<|quote|>"Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir."</|quote|>"I don't know, Bedwin. I | have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin.<|quote|>"Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir."</|quote|>"I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; | into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin.<|quote|>"Everything you h... | to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process ... | a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehe... | fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my h... | was safely past. He belonged to the world again. In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the goo... | just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The m... | Oliver Twist |
"I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," | Mr. Brownlow | has been well aired, sir."<|quote|>"I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know,"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather | Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir."<|quote|>"I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know,"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp | are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir."<|quote|>"I don't know,... | which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to ... | He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to t... | sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was ... | In three days' time he was able to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a ... | kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoon... | Oliver Twist |
said Mr. Brownlow; | No speaker | know, Bedwin. I don't know,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow;</|quote|>"I rather think I had | well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow;</|quote|>"I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time | a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow;</... | the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, p... | when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his coun... | the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, bu... | to sit in an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at... | succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the o... | Oliver Twist |
"I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" | Mr. Brownlow | don't know," said Mr. Brownlow;<|quote|>"I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?"</|quote|>"Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. | "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow;<|quote|>"I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?"</|quote|>"Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, | explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow;<|quote|>"I rather think ... | and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr... | a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwen... | observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "... | an easy-chair, well propped up with pillows; and, as he was still too weak to walk, Mrs. Bedwin had him carried downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing hi... | seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed u... | Oliver Twist |
"Very happy, sir," | Oliver Twist | do you feel, my dear?"<|quote|>"Very happy, sir,"</|quote|>replied Oliver. "And very grateful | but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?"<|quote|>"Very happy, sir,"</|quote|>replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness | have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?"<|quote|>"Very happy, sir,"</|quote|>replied ... | old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." ... | came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an... | "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Le... | downstairs into the little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only ... | laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of an... | Oliver Twist |
replied Oliver. | No speaker | my dear?" "Very happy, sir,"<|quote|>replied Oliver.</|quote|>"And very grateful indeed, sir, | that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir,"<|quote|>replied Oliver.</|quote|>"And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." | "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir,"<|quote|>replied Oliver.</|quote|>"And very g... | humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir,... | brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectua... | look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel you... | little housekeeper's room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular goo... | expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they s... | Oliver Twist |
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