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oliver soon recovering from the fainting-fit into which mr. brownlow's ^{1 2} had thrown him, the subject of the picture was carefully avoided, both by the old gentleman and mrs. bedwin, in the conversation that ensued:

 

which indeed bore no reference to oliver's history or ³, but was confined to such topics as might amuse without exciting him.

 

he was still too weak to get up to breakfast; but, when he came down into the ⁴'s room next day, his first act was to cast an eager glance at the wall, in the hope of again looking on the face of the beautiful lady.

 

his expectations were disappointed, however, for the picture had been removed. 'ah!' said the housekeeper, watching the direction of oliver's eyes.

 

'it is gone, you see.' 'i see it is ma'am,' replied oliver.

 

'why have they taken it away?' 'it has been taken down, child, because mr. brownlow said, that as it seemed to worry you, perhaps it might prevent your getting well, you know,' rejoined the old lady. 'oh, no, indeed.

 

it didn't worry me, ma'am,' said oliver. 'i liked to see it.

 

i quite loved it.' 'well, well!' said the old lady, good-humouredly; 'you get well as fast as ever you can, dear, and it shall be hung up again. there!

 

i promise you that!

 

now, let us talk about something else.' this was all the information oliver could obtain about the picture at that time.

 

as the old lady had been so kind to him in his illness, he endeavoured to think no more of the subject just then; so he listened ⁵ to a great many stories she told him, about an ⁶ and handsome daughter of hers, who was married to an amiable and handsome man, and lived in the country; and about a son, who was clerk to a merchant in the west indies; and who was, also, such a good young man, and wrote such dutiful letters home four times a-year, that it brought the tears into her eyes to talk about them.

 

when the old lady had ⁷, a long time, on the ⁸ of her children, and the merits of her kind good husband besides, who had been dead and gone, poor dear soul! just six-and-twenty years, it was time to have tea. after tea she began to teach oliver cribbage: which he learnt as quickly as she could teach:

 

and at which game they played, with great interest and gravity, until it was time for the ⁹ to have some warm wine and water, with a slice of dry toast, and then to go ¹⁰ to bed. they were happy days, those of oliver's recovery.

 

everything was so quiet, and neat, and orderly; everybody so kind and gentle; that after the noise and ¹¹ in the midst of which he had always lived, it seemed like heaven itself.

 

he was no sooner strong enough to put his clothes on, properly, than mr. brownlow caused a complete new suit, and a new cap, and a new pair of shoes, to be provided for him.

 

as oliver was told that he might do what he liked with the old clothes, he gave them to a servant who had been very kind to him, and asked her to sell them to a jew, and keep the money for herself.

 

this she very readily did; and, as oliver looked out of the parlour window, and saw the jew roll them up in his bag and walk away, he felt quite delighted to think that they were safely gone, and that there was now no possible danger of his ever being able to wear them again.

 

they were sad rags, to tell the truth; and oliver had never had a new suit before. one evening, about a week after the affair of the picture, as he was sitting talking to mrs. bedwin, there came a message down from mr. brownlow, that if oliver twist felt pretty well, he should like to see him in his study, and talk to him a little while. 'bless us, and save us!

 

wash your hands, and let me part your hair nicely for you, child,' said mrs. bedwin.

 

'dear heart alive!

 

if we had known he would have asked for you, we would have put you a clean collar on, and made you as smart as sixpence!' oliver did as the old lady bade him; and, although she ¹³ grievously, meanwhile, that there was not even time to crimp the little frill that bordered his shirt-collar; he looked so delicate and handsome, despite that important personal advantage, that she went so far as to say:

 

looking at him with great complacency from head to foot, that she really didn't think it would have been possible, on the longest notice, to have made much difference in him for the better. thus encouraged, oliver tapped at the study door.

 

on mr. brownlow calling to him to come in, he found himself in a little back room, quite full of books, with a window, looking into some pleasant little gardens.#p#分页标题#e#

 

there was a table ¹⁴ up before the window, at which mr. brownlow was seated reading.

 

when he saw oliver, he pushed the book away from him, and told him to come near the table, and sit down.

 

oliver complied; ¹⁶ where the people could be found to read such a great number of books as seemed to be written to make the world wiser.

 

which is still a ¹⁵ to more experienced people than oliver twist, every day of their lives. 'there are a good many books, are there not, my boy?' said mr. brownlow, observing the curiosity with which oliver surveyed the shelves that reached from the floor to the ceiling. 'a great number, sir,' replied oliver.

 

'i never saw so many.' 'you shall read them, if you behave well,' said the old gentleman ¹⁷; 'and you will like that, better than looking at the outsides,--that is, some cases; because there are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.' 'i suppose they are those heavy ones, sir,' said oliver, pointing to some large quartos, with a good deal of ¹⁸ about the ¹⁹. 'not always those,' said the old gentleman, patting oliver on the head, and smiling as he did so; 'there are other equally heavy ones, though of a much smaller size.

 

how should you like to grow up a clever man, and write books, eh?' 'i think i would rather read them, sir,' replied oliver. 'what! wouldn't you like to be a book-writer?' said the old gentleman. oliver considered a little while; and at last said, he should think it would be a much better thing to be a book-seller; upon which the old gentleman laughed ²⁰, and declared he had said a very good thing.

 

which oliver felt glad to have done, though he by no means knew what it was. 'well, well,' said the old gentleman, composing his features. 'don't be afraid!

 

we won't make an author of you, while there's an honest trade to be learnt, or brick-making to turn to.' 'thank you, sir,' said oliver.

 

at the earnest manner of his reply, the old gentleman laughed again; and said something about a curious instinct, which oliver, not understanding, paid no very great attention to. 'now,' said mr. brownlow, speaking if possible in a kinder, but at the same time in a much more serious manner, than oliver had ever known him assume yet, 'i want you to pay great attention, my boy, to what i am going to say.

 

i shall talk to you without any reserve; because i am sure you are well able to understand me, as many older persons would be.' 'oh, don't tell you are going to send me away, sir, pray!' exclaimed oliver, alarmed at the serious tone of the old gentleman's commencement!

 

'don't turn me out of doors to wander in the streets again.

 

let me stay here, and be a servant.

 

don't send me back to the wretched place i came from.

 

have mercy upon a poor boy, sir!' 'my dear child,' said the old gentleman, moved by the warmth of oliver's sudden appeal; 'you need not be afraid of my deserting you, unless you give me cause.' 'i never, never will, sir,' interposed oliver. 'i hope not,' rejoined the old gentleman.

 

'i do not think you ever will.

 

i have been deceived, before, in the objects whom i have endeavoured to benefit; but i feel strongly disposed to trust you, nevertheless; and i am more interested in your behalf than i can well account for, even to myself.

 

the persons on whom i have ²² my dearest love, lie deep in their graves; but, although the happiness and delight of my life lie buried there too, i have not made a ²³ of my heart, and sealed it up, forever, on my best affections.

 

deep affliction has but strengthened and refined them.' as the old gentleman said this in a low voice:

 

more to himself than to his companion:

 

and as he remained silent for a short time afterwards:

 

oliver sat quite still. 'well, well!' said the old gentleman at length, in a more cheerful tone, 'i only say this, because you have a young heart; and knowing that i have suffered great pain and sorrow, you will be more careful, perhaps, not to wound me again.

 

you say you are an ²⁴, without a friend in the world; all the ²⁵ i have been able to make, confirm the statement.

 

let me hear your story; where you come from; who brought you up; and how you got into the company in which i found you.

 

speak the truth, and you shall not be friendless while i live.' oliver's ²⁶ checked his ²⁷ for some minutes; when he was on the point of beginning to relate how he had been brought up at the farm, and carried to the workhouse by mr. bumble, a peculiarly impatient little double-knock was heard at the street-door:#p#分页标题#e#

 

and the servant, running upstairs, announced mr. grimwig. 'is he coming up?' inquired mr. brownlow. 'yes, sir,' replied the servant.

 

'he asked if there were any muffins in the house; and, when i told him yes, he said he had come to tea.' mr. brownlow smiled; and, turning to oliver, said that mr. grimwig was an old friend of his, and he must not mind his being a little rough in his manners; for he was a ²⁹ creature at bottom, as he had reason to know. 'shall i go downstairs, sir?' inquired oliver. 'no,' replied mr. brownlow, 'i would rather you remained here.' at this moment, there walked into the room:

 

supporting himself by a thick stick:

 

a ³⁰ old gentleman, rather ¹² in one leg, who was dressed in a blue coat, striped waistcoat, nankeen breeches and gaiters, and a broad-brimmed white hat, with the sides turned up with green.

 

a very small-plaited shirt frill stuck out from his waistcoat; and a very long steel watch-chain, with nothing but a key at the end, ³¹ loosely below it.

 

the ends of his white neckerchief were twisted into a ball about the size of an orange; the variety of shapes into which his ³² was twisted, defy description.

 

he had a manner of screwing his head on one side when he ³³; and of looking out of the corners of his eyes at the same time:

 

which ³⁴ reminded the ³⁵ of a parrot.

 

in this attitude, he ³⁶ himself, the moment he made his appearance; and, holding out a small piece of orange-peel at arm's length, exclaimed, in a ³⁷, discontented voice. 'look here! do you see this!

 

isn't it a most wonderful and extraordinary thing that i can't call at a man's house but i find a piece of this poor surgeon's friend on the staircase? i've been ³⁸ with orange-peel once, and i know orange-peel will be my death, or i'll be content to eat my own head, sir!' this was the handsome offer with which mr. grimwig backed and confirmed nearly every assertion he made; and it was the more singular in his case, because, even admitting for the sake of argument, the possibility of scientific improvements being brought to that pass which will enable a gentleman to eat his own head in the event of his being so disposed, mr. grimwig's head was such a particularly large one, that the most ³⁹ man alive could hardly entertain a hope of being able to get through it at a sitting--to put ⁴⁰ out of the question, a very thick coating of powder. 'i'll eat my head, sir,' repeated mr. grimwig, striking his stick upon the ground.

 

'hallo! what's that!' looking at oliver, and retreating a pace or two. 'this is young oliver twist, whom we were speaking about,' said mr. brownlow. oliver bowed. 'you don't mean to say that's the boy who had the fever, i hope?' said mr. grimwig, ⁴¹ a little more.

 

'wait a minute! don't speak!

 

stop--' continued mr. grimwig, ⁴², losing all ⁴³ of the fever in his triumph at the discovery; 'that's the boy who had the orange!

 

if that's not the boy, sir, who had the orange, and threw this bit of peel upon the staircase, i'll eat my head, and his too.' 'no, no, he has not had one,' said mr. brownlow, laughing. 'come!

 

put down your hat; and speak to my young friend.' 'i feel strongly on this subject, sir,' said the ⁴⁴ old gentleman, drawing off his gloves.

 

'there's always more or less orange-peel on the pavement in our street; and i _know_ it's put there by the surgeon's boy at the corner.

 

a young woman stumbled over a bit last night, and fell against my garden-railings; directly she got up i saw her look towards his infernal red lamp with the pantomime-light.

 

"don't go to him," i called out of the window, "he's an assassin!

 

a man-trap!"

 

so he is.

 

if he is not--'

 

here the irascible old gentleman gave a great knock on the ground with his stick; which was always understood, by his friends, to imply the customary offer, whenever it was not expressed in words. then, still keeping his stick in his hand, he sat down; and, opening a double eye-glass, which he wore attached to a broad black riband, took a view of oliver:

 

who, seeing that he was the object of ⁴⁵, coloured, and bowed again. 'that's the boy, is it?' said mr. grimwig, at length. 'that's the boy,' replied mr. brownlow. 'how are you, boy?' said mr. grimwig. 'a great deal better, thank you, sir,' replied oliver. mr. brownlow, seeming to ⁴⁶ that his singular friend was about to say something disagreeable, asked oliver to step downstairs and tell mrs. bedwin they were ready for tea; which, as he did not half like the visitor's manner, he was very happy to do. 'he is a nice-looking boy, is he not?' inquired mr. brownlow. 'i don't know,' replied mr. grimwig, ⁴⁷. 'don't know?' 'no.#p#分页标题#e#

 

i don't know.

 

i never see any difference in boys.

 

i only knew two sort of boys.

 

mealy boys, and beef-faced boys.' 'and which is oliver?' 'mealy.

 

i know a friend who has a beef-faced boy; a fine boy, they call him; with a round head, and red cheeks, and glaring eyes; a ⁴⁸ boy; with a body and limbs that appear to be ⁴⁹ out of the seams of his blue clothes; with the voice of a pilot, and the appetite of a wolf.

 

i know him!

 

the ²¹!' 'come,' said mr. brownlow, 'these are not the characteristics of young oliver twist; so he needn't excite your ⁵⁰.' 'they are not,' replied mr. grimwig.

 

'he may have worse.' here, mr. brownlow coughed impatiently; which appeared to afford mr. grimwig the most ⁵¹ delight. 'he may have worse, i say,' repeated mr. grimwig.

 

'where does he come from!

 

who is he?

 

what is he?

 

he has had a fever.

 

what of that?

 

fevers are not ²⁸ to good people; are they?

 

bad people have fevers sometimes; haven't they, eh?

 

i knew a man who was hung in jamaica for murdering his master.

 

he had had a fever six times; he wasn't recommended to mercy on that account.

 

pooh! nonsense!' now, the fact was, that in the inmost ⁵² of his own heart, mr. grimwig was strongly disposed to admit that oliver's appearance and manner were unusually prepossessing; but he had a strong appetite for contradiction, sharpened on this occasion by the finding of the orange-peel; and, inwardly determining that no man should ⁵³ to him whether a boy was well-looking or not, he had resolved, from the first, to oppose his friend.

 

when mr. brownlow admitted that on no one point of ⁵⁴ could he yet return a satisfactory answer; and that he had ⁵⁵ any ⁵⁶ into oliver's previous history until he thought the boy was strong enough to hear it; mr. grimwig ^{57 59}.

 

and he demanded, with a ⁶⁰, whether the housekeeper was in the habit of counting the plate at night; because if she didn't find a table-spoon or two missing some sunshiny morning, why, he would be content to--and so ⁶¹. all this, mr. brownlow, although himself somewhat of an impetuous gentleman:

 

knowing his friend's ⁶², bore with great good humour; as mr. grimwig, at tea, was graciously pleased to express his entire approval of the muffins, matters went on very ⁶³; and oliver, who made one of the party, began to feel more at his ease than he had yet done in the fierce old gentleman's presence. 'and when are you going to hear a full, true, and particular account of the life and adventures of oliver twist?' asked grimwig of mr. brownlow, at the conclusion of the meal; looking sideways at oliver, as he resumed his subject. 'to-morrow morning,' replied mr. brownlow.

 

'i would rather he was alone with me at the time.

 

come up to me to-morrow morning at ten o'clock, my dear.' 'yes, sir,' replied oliver.

 

he answered with some ⁶⁴, because he was confused by mr. grimwig's looking so hard at him. 'i'll tell you what,' whispered that gentleman to mr. brownlow; 'he won't come up to you to-morrow morning.

 

i saw him hesitate. he is deceiving you, my good friend.' 'i'll swear he is not,' replied mr. brownlow, warmly. 'if he is not,' said mr. grimwig, 'i'll--' and down went the stick. 'i'll answer for that boy's truth with my life!' said mr. brownlow, knocking the table. 'and i for his falsehood with my head!' rejoined mr. grimwig, knocking the table also. 'we shall see,' said mr. brownlow, checking his rising anger. 'we will,' replied mr. grimwig, with a provoking smile;

 

'we will.' as fate would have it, mrs. bedwin chanced to bring in, at this moment, a small parcel of books, which mr. brownlow had that morning purchased of the identical bookstall-keeper, who has already figured in this history; having laid them on the table, she prepared to leave the room. 'stop the boy, mrs. bedwin!' said mr. brownlow; 'there is something to go back.' 'he has gone, sir,' replied mrs. bedwin. 'call after him,' said mr. brownlow; 'it's particular.

 

he is a poor man, and they are not paid for.

 

there are some books to be taken back, too.' the street-door was opened.

 

oliver ran one way; and the girl ran another; and mrs. bedwin stood on the step and screamed for the boy; but there was no boy in sight.#p#分页标题#e#

 

oliver and the girl returned, in a breathless state, to report that there were no tidings of him. 'dear me, i am very sorry for that,' exclaimed mr. brownlow; 'i particularly wished those books to be returned to-night.' 'send oliver with them,' said mr. grimwig, with an ⁶⁵ smile; 'he will be sure to deliver them safely, you know.' 'yes; do let me take them, if you please, sir,' said oliver. 'i'll run all the way, sir.' the old gentleman was just going to say that oliver should not go out on any account; when a most ⁵⁸ cough from mr. grimwig ⁶⁶ him that he should; and that, by his prompt discharge of the commission, he should prove to him the ⁶⁷ of his suspicions:

 

on this head at least:

 

at once. 'you _shall_ go, my dear,' said the old gentleman.

 

'the books are on a chair by my table.

 

fetch them down.' oliver, delighted to be of use, brought down the books under his arm in a great ⁶⁸; and waited, cap in hand, to hear what message he was to take. 'you are to say,' said mr. brownlow, glancing ⁶⁹ at grimwig; 'you are to say that you have brought those books back; and that you have come to pay the four pound ten i owe him.

 

this is a five-pound note, so you will have to bring me back, ten shillings change.' 'i won't be ten minutes, sir,' said oliver, eagerly.

 

having buttoned up the bank-note in his jacket pocket, and placed the books carefully under his arm, he made a respectful bow, and left the room.

 

mrs. bedwin followed him to the street-door, giving him many directions about the nearest way, and the name of the bookseller, and the name of the street:

 

all of which oliver said he clearly understood.

 

having superadded many injunctions to be sure and not take cold, the old lady at length permitted him to depart. 'bless his sweet face!' said the old lady, looking after him. 'i can't bear, somehow, to let him go out of my sight.' at this moment, oliver looked ⁷⁰ round, and nodded before he turned the corner.

 

the old lady smilingly returned his salutation, and, closing the door, went back to her own room. 'let me see; he'll be back in twenty minutes, at the longest,' said mr. brownlow, pulling out his watch, and placing it on the table.

 

'it will be dark by that time.' 'oh! you really expect him to come back, do you?' inquired mr. grimwig. 'don't you?' asked mr. brownlow, smiling. the spirit of contradiction was strong in mr. grimwig's breast, at the moment; and it was rendered stronger by his friend's confident smile. 'no,' he said, ⁷¹ the table with his fist, 'i do not. the boy has a new suit of clothes on his back, a set of valuable books under his arm, and a five-pound note in his pocket.

 

he'll join his old friends the thieves, and laugh at you.

 

if ever that boy returns to this house, sir, i'll eat my head.' with these words he drew his chair closer to the table; and there the two friends sat, in silent expectation, with the watch between them. it is worthy of remark, as ⁷² the importance we attach to our own ⁷³, and the pride with which we put forth our most rash and hasty conclusions, that, although mr. grimwig was not by any means a bad-hearted man, and though he would have been unfeignedly sorry to see his respected friend duped and deceived, he really did most earnestly and strongly hope at that moment, that oliver twist might not come back. it grew so dark, that the figures on the dial-plate were scarcely discernible; but there the two old gentlemen continued to sit, in silence, with the watch between them.

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