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Chapter 6

           But,makingOlivercry,Noahattemptedtobemorefacetiousstill;andinhisattempt,didwhatmanysometimesdotothisday,whentheywanttobefunny.Hegotratherpersonal.

           ‘Work’us,’saidNoah,‘how’syourmother?’

           ‘She’sdead,’repliedOliver;‘don’tyousayanythingabouthertome!’

           Oliver’scolourroseashesaidthis;hebreathedquickly;andtherewasacuriousworkingofthemouthandnostrils,whichMr.Claypolethoughtmustbetheimmediateprecursorofaviolentfitofcrying.Underthisimpressionhereturnedtothecharge.

           ‘Whatdidshedieof,Work’us?’saidNoah.

           ‘Ofabrokenheart,someofouroldnursestoldme,’repliedOliver:moreasifheweretalkingtohimself,thanansweringNoah.‘IthinkIknowwhatitmustbetodieofthat!’

           ‘Tolderollollol,rightfollairy,Work’us,’saidNoah,asatearrolleddownOliver’scheek.‘What’ssetyouasnivellingnow?’

           ‘NotYOU,’repliedOliver,sharply.‘There;that’senough.Don’tsayanythingmoretomeabouther;you’dbetternot!’

           ‘Betternot!’exclaimedNoah.‘Well!Betternot!Work’us,don’tbeimpudent.YOURmother,too!Shewasanice’unshewas.Oh,Lor!’Andhere,Noahnoddedhisheadexpressively;andcurledupasmuchofhissmallrednoseasmuscularactioncouldcollecttogether,fortheoccasion.

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