Оливер Твист

Chapter 14

           Brownlowhadthatmorningpurchasedoftheidenticalbookstall-keeper,whohasalreadyfiguredinthishistory;havinglaidthemonthetable,shepreparedtoleavetheroom.

           ‘Stoptheboy,Mrs.Bedwin!’saidMr.Brownlow;‘thereissomethingtogoback.

           ‘Hehasgone,sir,’repliedMrs.Bedwin.

           ‘Callafterhim,’saidMr.Brownlow;‘it’sparticular.Heisapoorman,andtheyarenotpaidfor.Therearesomebookstobetakenback,too.

           Thestreet-doorwasopened.Oliverranoneway;andthegirlrananother;andMrs.Bedwinstoodonthestepandscreamedfortheboy;buttherewasnoboyinsight.Oliverandthegirlreturned,inabreathlessstate,toreportthattherewerenotidingsofhim.

           ‘Dearme,Iamverysorryforthat,’exclaimedMr.Brownlow;‘Iparticularlywishedthosebookstobereturnedto-night.

           ‘SendOliverwiththem,’saidMr.Grimwig,withanironicalsmile;‘hewillbesuretodeliverthemsafely,youknow.

           ‘Yes;doletmetakethem,ifyouplease,sir,’saidOliver.‘I’llrunalltheway,sir.

           TheoldgentlemanwasjustgoingtosaythatOlivershouldnotgooutonanyaccount;whenamostmaliciouscoughfromMr.Grimwigdeterminedhimthatheshould;andthat,byhispromptdischargeofthecommission,heshouldprovetohimtheinjusticeofhissuspicions:onthisheadatleast:atonce.

           ‘YouSHALLgo,mydear,’saidtheoldgentleman.‘Thebooksareonachairbymytable.Fetchthemdown.

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