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... and
said he’d know better, by and by; upon which the old gentleman, observing
Oliver’s colour mounting, changed the subject by asking whether there had
been much of a crowd at the execution ... as if to induce the
belief that he had caught it up, in mere sport. Of course I know that, my
Oliver Twist
Charles Dickens
CHAPTER IX
CONTAINING FURTHER PARTICULARS
CONCERNING THE ... just enough of what his mind
is doing, to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers, its
bounding from earth and spurning time and space, when freed from the
restraint of its corporeal...
...
looking wildly round upon the heap of faces that surrounded him, when the
old gentleman was officiously dragged and pushed into the circle by the
foremost of the pursuers.
’The old gentleman ... bottom of a page,
beginning at the top line of the next one, and going regularly on, with the
greatest interest and eagerness.
What was Oliver’s horror and alarm as he stood a few paces off, ... mystery of the hankerchiefs, and the watches, and the
jewels, and the Jew, rushed upon the boy’s mind.
Oliver Twist
Charles Dickens
CHAPTER X
OLIVER BECOMES BETTER ACQUAINTED WITH
THE CHARACTERS...
... freshness and beauty, calling back the lustre of the eyes,
the brightness of the smile, the beaming of the soul through its mask of clay,
and whispering of beauty beyond the tomb, changed but to ... the
awfulness of the scene.
Mr. Fang was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, middle-sized man, with no
great quantity of hair, and what he had, growing on the back and sides of his
head. His ...
’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...
... and
was often compelled to stop, by pain and want of strength. It was a solemn
thing, to hear, in the darkened room, the feeble voice of the sick child
recounting a weary catalogue of evils ... as though these marks of pity and
compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and affection he
had never known. Thus, a strain of gentle music, or the rippling of water in a
silent ... of a flower, or the mention of a familiar word, will
sometimes call up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were, in
this life; which vanish like a breath; which some brief memory of...
... above the numerous little foibles and weaknesses of her
sex.
If I wanted any further proof of the strictly philosophical nature of the
conduct of these young gentlemen in their very delicate ... opinion of all public
and patriotic men, in almost as great a degree as this strong proof of their
anxiety for their own preservation and safety goes to corroborate and
confirm the little code of ... ‘a couple of glasses of
port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn’t they, Tom
White, eh?’
’My name is Oliver, sir,’ replied the little invalid: with a look ofgreat
astonishment....
... removed into the neighborhood of
Field Lane from the remote but genteel suburb of Ratcliffe, she was not
under the same apprehension of being recognised by any of her numerous
acquaintance. ... saucepans without license; thereby doing something
for his living, in defiance of the Stamp-office.
But, as neither of these criminals answered to the name of Oliver, or knew
anything about ... member of the respectable coterie appeared
plunged in his own reflections; not excepting the dog, who by a certain
malicious licking of his lips seemed to be meditating an attack upon the legs
of...
...
ordered some dinner by the kitchen fire.
The kitchen was an old, low-roofed room; with a great beam across the
middle of the ceiling, and benches, with high backs to them, by the fire; on
which ... took no notice of Oliver; and very little of
Sikes; and, as Sikes took very little notice of the, he and his young comrade
sat in a corner by themselves, without being much troubled by their
company. ... and admonitory lash upon the heavy waggoner who, by keeping on
the wrong side of the road, had endangered his arriving at the office, a
quarter of a minute after his time. The public-houses,...
... quarter of a mile, they stopped before a detached house
surrounded by a wall: to the top of which, Toby Crackit, scarcely pausing to
take breath, climbed in a twinkling.
’The boy next,’ said Toby. ... wandering
about the dark churchyard, or retracing some one or other of the scenes of
the past day: when he was roused by Toby Crackit jumping up and declaring
it was half-past one.
In an instant, ... forgotten?’ inquired Toby:
fastening a small crowbar to a loop inside the skirt of his coat.
’All right,’ rejoined his companion. ‘Bring them bits of timber, Barney.
That’s the time of day.’
With...
... swelling out of the seams of his blue
clothes; with the voice of a pilot, and the appetite of a wolf. I know him! The
wretch!’
’Come,’ said Mr. Brownlow, ‘these are not the characteristics of young ... could hardly entertain a hope of being able to get through it at a
sitting—to put entirely out of the question, a very thick coating of powder.
Oliver Twist
Charles Dickens
CHAPTER XIV
... screwing his head on one side when he spoke; and of
looking out of the corners of his eyes at the same time: which irresistibly
reminded the beholder of a parrot. In this attitude, he fixed himself,...
... Twist
Charles Dickens
CHAPTER XV
SHOWING HOW VERY FOND OF OLIVER TWIST,
THE MERRY OLD JEW AND MISS NANCY WERE
In the obscure parlour of a low public-house, in the filthiest part of Little ... suddenness of the
attack; terrified by the fierce growling of the dog, and the brutality of the
man; overpowered by the conviction of the bystanders that he really was the
hardened little wretch ... intention of accompanying her; they went away
together, followed, at a little distant, by the dog, who slunk out of a back-
yard as soon as his master was out of sight.
The Jew thrust his head out of...
... become the lips of the light and
thoughtless, do seem immeasurably beneath the dignity of judges of the
land, members of parliament, ministers of state, lord mayors, and other great
public functionaries, ... with great violence: while the matron sharply demanded who
was there.
It is worthy of remark, as a curious physical instance of the efficacy of a
sudden surprise in counteracting the effects of ... world.
Such was the aspect of out -of- doors affairs, when Mr. Corney, the matron of
the workhouse to which our readers have been already introduced as the
birthplace of Oliver Twist, sat herself...
... dose of opium prescribed by the
apothecary, she was labouring under the effects of a final taste of gin-and-
water which had been privily administered, in the openness of their hearts,
by the ... resumed her
seat by the side of the other nurse, who had by this time returned. The
mistress, with an expression of impatience, wrapped herself in her shawl,
and sat at the foot of the bed.
The ... the matron by the arm, and forcing her into a chair by the
bedside, was about to speak, when looking round, she caught sight of the
two old women bending forward in the attitude of eager listeners....
... immediate reduction of Miss Nancy to reason;
gave utterance to about a couple of score of curses and threats, the rapid
production of which reflected great credit on the fertility of his invention. ...
as you call him, to make a friend of! ’
Oliver Twist
Charles Dickens
CHAPTER XVI
RELATES WHAT BECAME OF OLIVER TWIST,
AFTER HE HAD BEEN CLAIMED BY NANCY
The narrow streets and ... upon leaving off at
Mr. Brownlow’s; and the accidental display of which, to Fagin, by the Jew
who purchased them, had been the very first clue received, of his
whereabout.
’Put off the smart...
... straightway transported to
the great hall of the castle; where a grey-headed seneschal sings a funny
chorus with a funnier body of vassals, who are free of all sorts of places,
from church vaults ... but are by many considered as
the great art of authorship: an author’s skill in his craft being, by such critics,
chiefly estimated with relation to the dilemmas in which he leaves his
characters ... career in the place of his birth, by
making a sanguinary and cowardly attack on an unoffending lad, and
running away in the night-time from his master’s house. In proof of his
really being...