Олівер Твіст

Chapter 24

           Theapothecary’sapprentice,havingcompletedthemanufactureofthetoothpick,plantedhimselfinfrontofthefireandmadegooduseofitfortenminutesorso:whenapparentlygrowingratherdull,hewishedMrs.Corneyjoyofherjob,andtookhimselfoffontiptoe.

           Whentheyhadsatinsilenceforsometime,thetwooldwomenrosefromthebed,andcrouchingoverthefire,heldouttheirwitheredhandstocatchtheheat.Theflamethrewaghastlylightontheirshrivelledfaces,andmadetheiruglinessappearterrible,as,inthisposition,theybegantoconverseinalowvoice.

           ‘Didshesayanymore,Annydear,whileIwasgone?’inquiredthemessenger.

           ‘Notaword,’repliedtheother.‘Shepluckedandtoreatherarmsforalittletime;butIheldherhands,andshesoondroppedoff.Shehasn’tmuchstrengthinher,soIeasilykeptherquiet.Iain’tsoweakforanoldwoman,althoughIamonparishallowance;no,no!’

           ‘Didshedrinkthehotwinethedoctorsaidshewastohave?’demandedthefirst.

           ‘Itriedtogetitdown,’rejoinedtheother.‘Butherteethweretightset,andsheclenchedthemugsohardthatitwasasmuchasIcoulddotogetitbackagain.SoIdrankit;anditdidmegood!’

           Lookingcautiouslyround,toascertainthattheywerenotoverheard,thetwohagscowerednearertothefire,andchuckledheartily.

           ‘Imindthetime,’saidthefirstspeaker,‘whenshewouldhavedonethesame,andmaderarefunofitafterwards.

           ‘Ay,thatshewould,’rejoinedtheother;‘shehadamerryheart.

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