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Chapter 2

           ‘Hush!’saidthegentlemanwhohadspokenfirst.‘Youknowyou’vegotnofatherormother,andthatyouwerebroughtupbytheparish,don’tyou?’

           ‘Yes,sir,’repliedOliver,weepingbitterly.

           ‘Whatareyoucryingfor?’inquiredthegentlemaninthewhitewaistcoat.Andtobesureitwasveryextraordinary.WhatCOULDtheboybecryingfor?

           ‘Ihopeyousayyourprayerseverynight,’saidanothergentlemaninagruffvoice;‘andprayforthepeoplewhofeedyou,andtakecareofyoulikeaChristian.

           ‘Yes,sir,’stammeredtheboy.Thegentlemanwhospokelastwasunconsciouslyright.ItwouldhavebeenverylikeaChristian,andamarvellouslygoodChristiantoo,ifOliverhadprayedforthepeoplewhofedandtookcareofHIM.Buthehadn’t,becausenobodyhadtaughthim.

           ‘Well!Youhavecomeheretobeeducated,andtaughtausefultrade,’saidthered-facedgentlemaninthehighchair.

           ‘Soyou’llbegintopickoakumto-morrowmorningatsixo’clock,’addedthesurlyoneinthewhitewaistcoat.

           Forthecombinationofboththeseblessingsintheonesimpleprocessofpickingoakum,Oliverbowedlowbythedirectionofthebeadle,andwasthenhurriedawaytoalargeward;where,onarough,hardbed,hesobbedhimselftosleep.WhatanovelillustrationofthetenderlawsofEngland!Theyletthepaupersgotosleep!

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