Оливер Твист

Chapter 32

           ‘Theyweresogoodtome;sovery,verygoodtome.

           Thecoachrolledon.Itstopped.No;thatwasthewronghouse;thenextdoor.Itwentonafewpaces,andstoppedagain.Oliverlookedupatthewindows,withtearsofhappyexpectationcoursingdownhisface.

           Alas!thewhitehousewasempty,andtherewasabillinthewindow.‘ToLet.

           ‘Knockatthenextdoor,’criedMr.Losberne,takingOliver’sarminhis.‘WhathasbecomeofMr.Brownlow,whousedtoliveintheadjoininghouse,doyouknow?’

           Theservantdidnotknow;butwouldgoandinquire.Shepresentlyreturned,andsaid,thatMr.Brownlowhadsoldoffhisgoods,andgonetotheWestIndies,sixweeksbefore.Oliverclaspedhishands,andsankfeeblybackward.

           ‘Hashishousekeepergonetoo?’inquiredMr.Losberne,afteramoment’spause.

           ‘Yes,sir’;repliedtheservant.‘Theoldgentleman,thehousekeeper,andagentlemanwhowasafriendofMr.Brownlow’s,allwenttogether.

           ‘Thenturntowardshomeagain,’saidMr.Losbernetothedriver;‘anddon’tstoptobaitthehorses,tillyougetoutofthisconfoundedLondon!’

           ‘Thebook-stallkeeper,sir?’saidOliver.‘Iknowthewaythere.Seehim,pray,sir!Doseehim!’

           ‘Mypoorboy,thisisdisappointmentenoughforoneday,’saidthedoctor.‘Quiteenoughforbothofus.Ifwegotothebook-stallkeeper’s,weshallcertainlyfindthatheisdead,orhassethishouseonfire,orrunaway.No;homeagainstraight!’Andinobediencetothedoctor’simpulse,hometheywent.

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