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Chapter 51

           ‘Youwillbekindandgoodtohim,foryouaretoeveryone,’saidOliver.‘Itwillmakeyoucry,Iknow,tohearwhathecantell;butnevermind,nevermind,itwillbeallover,andyouwillsmileagain—Iknowthattoo—tothinkhowchangedheis;youdidthesamewithme.Hesaid"Godblessyou"tomewhenIranaway,’criedtheboywithaburstofaffectionateemotion;‘andIwillsay"Godblessyou"now,andshowhimhowIlovehimforit!’

           Astheyapproachedthetown,andatlengthdrovethroughitsnarrowstreets,itbecamematterofnosmalldifficultytorestraintheboywithinreasonablebounds.TherewasSowerberry’stheundertaker’sjustasitusedtobe,onlysmallerandlessimposinginappearancethanherememberedit—therewereallthewell-knownshopsandhouses,withalmosteveryoneofwhichhehadsomeslightincidentconnected—therewasGamfield’scart,theverycartheusedtohave,standingattheoldpublic-housedoor—therewastheworkhouse,thedrearyprisonofhisyouthfuldays,withitsdismalwindowsfrowningonthestreet—therewasthesameleanporterstandingatthegate,atsightofwhomOliverinvoluntarilyshrunkback,andthenlaughedathimselfforbeingsofoolish,thencried,thenlaughedagain—therewerescoresoffacesatthedoorsandwindowsthatheknewquitewell—therewasnearlyeverythingasifhehadleftitbutyesterday,andallhisrecentlifehadbeenbutahappydream.

           Butitwaspure,earnest,joyfulreality.

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