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Chapter 12

           ‘Youmustbeveryquiet,oryouwillbeillagain;andyouhavebeenverybadasbadasbadcouldbe,prettynigh.Liedownagain;there’sadear!’Withthosewords,theoldladyverygentlyplacedOliver’sheaduponthepillow;and,smoothingbackhishairfromhisforehead,lookedsokindlyandlovinginhisface,thathecouldnothelpplacinghislittlewitheredhandinhers,anddrawingitroundhisneck.

           ‘Saveus!’saidtheoldlady,withtearsinhereyes.‘Whatagratefullittledearitis.Prettycreetur!WhatwouldhismotherfeelifshehadsatbyhimasIhave,andcouldseehimnow!’

           ‘Perhapsshedoesseeme,’whisperedOliver,foldinghishandstogether;‘perhapsshehassatbyme.Ialmostfeelasifshehad.

           ‘Thatwasthefever,mydear,’saidtheoldladymildly.

           ‘Isupposeitwas,’repliedOliver,‘becauseheavenisalongwayoff;andtheyaretoohappythere,tocomedowntothebedsideofapoorboy.ButifsheknewIwasill,shemusthavepitiedme,eventhere;forshewasveryillherselfbeforeshedied.Shecan’tknowanythingaboutmethough,’addedOliverafteramoment’ssilence.‘Ifshehadseenmehurt,itwouldhavemadeheresorrowful;andherfacehasalwayslookedsweetandhappy,whenIhavedreamedofher.

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