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Chapter 12

           ‘It’snotalikenessofanybodythatyouorIknow,Iexpect.Itseemstostrikeyourfancy,dear.

           ‘Itissopretty,’repliedOliver.

           ‘Why,sureyou’renotafraidofit?’saidtheoldlady:observingingreatsurprise,thelookofawewithwhichthechildregardedthepainting.

           ‘Ohno,no,’returnedOliverquickly;‘buttheeyeslooksosorrowful;andwhereIsit,theyseemfixeduponme.Itmakesmyheartbeat,’addedOliverinalowvoice,‘asifitwasalive,andwantedtospeaktome,butcouldn’t.

           ‘Lordsaveus!’exclaimedtheoldlady,starting;‘don’ttalkinthatway,child.You’reweakandnervousafteryourillness.Letmewheelyourchairroundtotheotherside;andthenyouwon’tseeit.There!’saidtheoldlady,suitingtheactiontotheword;‘youdon’tseeitnow,atallevents.

           OliverDIDseeitinhismind’seyeasdistinctlyasifhehadnotalteredhisposition;buthethoughtitbetternottoworrythekindoldlady;sohesmiledgentlywhenshelookedathim;andMrs.Bedwin,satisfiedthathefeltmorecomfortable,saltedandbrokebitsoftoastedbreadintothebroth,withallthebustlebefittingsosolemnapreparation.Olivergotthroughitwithextraordinaryexpedition.Hehadscarcelyswallowedthelastspoonful,whentherecameasoftrapatthedoor.‘Comein,’saidtheoldlady;andinwalkedMr.Brownlow.

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