Оливер Твист

Chapter 52

           ‘Outside,outside,’repliedFagin,pushingtheboybeforehimtowardsthedoor,andlookingvacantlyoverhishead.‘SayI’vegonetosleepthey’llbelieveyou.Youcangetmeout,ifyoutakemeso.Nowthen,nowthen!’

           ‘Oh!Godforgivethiswretchedman!’criedtheboywithaburstoftears.

           ‘That’sright,that’sright,’saidFagin.‘That’llhelpuson.Thisdoorfirst.IfIshakeandtremble,aswepassthegallows,don’tyoumind,buthurryon.Now,now,now!’

           ‘Haveyounothingelsetoaskhim,sir?’inquiredtheturnkey.

           ‘Nootherquestion,’repliedMr.Brownlow.‘IfIhopedwecouldrecallhimtoasenseofhisposition

           ‘Nothingwilldothat,sir,’repliedtheman,shakinghishead.‘Youhadbetterleavehim.

           Thedoorofthecellopened,andtheattendantsreturned.

           ‘Presson,presson,’criedFagin.‘Softly,butnotsoslow.Faster,faster!’

           Themenlaidhandsuponhim,anddisengagingOliverfromhisgrasp,heldhimback.Hestruggledwiththepowerofdesperation,foraninstant;andthensentupcryuponcrythatpenetratedeventhosemassivewalls,andrangintheirearsuntiltheyreachedtheopenyard.

           Itwassometimebeforetheylefttheprison.Olivernearlyswoonedafterthisfrightfulscene,andwassoweakthatforanhourormore,hehadnotthestrengthtowalk.

           Daywasdawningwhentheyagainemerged.Agreatmultitudehadalreadyassembled;thewindowswerefilledwithpeople,smokingandplayingcardstobeguilethetime;thecrowdwerepushing,quarrelling,joking

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