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Chapter 15

           Comehomedirectly,youcruelboy!Come!’

           ‘Oh,ma’am,’repliedtheyoungwoman,‘heranaway,nearamonthago,fromhisparents,whoarehard-workingandrespectablepeople;andwentandjoinedasetofthievesandbadcharacters;andalmostbrokehismother’sheart.

           ‘Youngwretch!’saidonewoman.

           ‘Gohome,do,youlittlebrute,’saidtheother.

           ‘Iamnot,’repliedOliver,greatlyalarmed.‘Idon’tknowher.Ihaven’tanysister,orfatherandmothereither.I’manorphan;IliveatPentonville.

           ‘Onlyhearhim,howhebravesitout!’criedtheyoungwoman.

           ‘Why,it’sNancy!’exclaimedOliver;whonowsawherfaceforthefirsttime;andstartedback,inirrepressibleastonishment.

           ‘Youseeheknowsme!’criedNancy,appealingtothebystanders.‘Hecan’thelphimself.Makehimcomehome,there’sgoodpeople,orhe’llkillhisdearmotherandfather,andbreakmyheart!’

           ‘Whatthedevil’sthis?’saidaman,burstingoutofabeer-shop,withawhitedogathisheels;‘youngOliver!Comehometoyourpoormother,youyoungdog!Comehomedirectly.

           ‘Idon’tbelongtothem.Idon’tknowthem.Help!help!criedOliver,strugglingintheman’spowerfulgrasp.

           ‘Help!’repeatedtheman.‘Yes;I’llhelpyou,youyoungrascal!

           Whatbooksarethese?You’vebeenastealing’em,haveyou?Give’emhere.Withthesewords,themantorethevolumesfromhisgrasp,andstruckhimonthehead.

           ‘That’sright!’criedalooker-on,fromagarret-window

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