Оливер Твист

Chapter 28

           ‘Aboy!’exclaimedMr.Giles,valiantly,pushingthetinkerintothebackground.‘What’sthematterwiththeeh?WhyBrittleslookheredon’tyouknow?’

           Brittles,whohadgotbehindthedoortoopenit,nosoonersawOliver,thanheutteredaloudcry.Mr.Giles,seizingtheboybyonelegandonearm(fortunatelynotthebrokenlimb)luggedhimstraightintothehall,anddepositedhimatfulllengthonthefloorthereof.

           ‘Hereheis!’bawledGiles,callinginastateofgreatexcitement,upthestaircase;‘here’soneofthethieves,ma’am!Here’sathief,miss!Wounded,miss!Ishothim,miss;andBrittlesheldthelight.

           Inalantern,miss,’criedBrittles,applyingonehandtothesideofhismouth,sothathisvoicemighttravelthebetter.

           Thetwowomen-servantsranupstairstocarrytheintelligencethatMr.Gileshadcapturedarobber;andthetinkerbusiedhimselfinendeavouringtorestoreOliver,lestheshoulddiebeforehecouldbehanged.Inthemidstofallthisnoiseandcommotion,therewasheardasweetfemalevoice,whichquelleditinaninstant.

           ‘Giles!’whisperedthevoicefromthestair-head.

           ‘I’mhere,miss,’repliedMr.Giles.‘Don’tbefrightened,miss;Iain’tmuchinjured.Hedidn’tmakeaverydesperateresistance,miss!Iwassoontoomanyforhim.

           ‘Hush!’repliedtheyounglady;‘youfrightenmyauntasmuchasthethievesdid.Isthepoorcreaturemuchhurt?’

           ‘Woundeddesperate,miss,’repliedGiles,withindescribablecomplacency

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