Оливер Твист

Chapter 23

           Bumbledarted,withmuchagility,tothewinebottles,andbegandustingthemwithgreatviolence:whilethematronsharplydemandedwhowasthere.

           Itisworthyofremark,asacuriousphysicalinstanceoftheefficacyofasuddensurpriseincounteractingtheeffectsofextremefear,thathervoicehadquiterecoveredallitsofficialasperity.

           ‘Ifyouplease,mistress,’saidawitheredoldfemalepauper,hideouslyugly:puttingherheadinatthedoor,‘OldSallyisa-goingfast.’

           ‘Well,what’sthattome?’angrilydemandedthematron.‘Ican’tkeepheralive,canI?’

           ‘No,no,mistress,’repliedtheoldwoman,‘nobodycan;she’sfarbeyondthereachofhelp.I’veseenamanypeopledie;littlebabesandgreatstrongmen;andIknowwhendeath’sa-coming,wellenough.Butshe’stroubledinhermind:andwhenthefitsarenotonher—andthat’snotoften,forsheisdyingveryhard—shesaysshehasgotsomethingtotell,whichyoumusthear.She’llneverdiequiettillyoucome,mistress.’

           Atthisintelligence,theworthyMrs.Corneymutteredavarietyofinvectivesagainstoldwomenwhocouldn’tevendiewithoutpurposelyannoyingtheirbetters;and,mufflingherselfinathickshawlwhichshehastilycaughtup,brieflyrequestedMr.Bumbletostaytillshecameback,lestanythingparticularshouldoccur.Biddingthemessengerwalkfast,andnotbeallnighthobblingupthestairs,shefollowedherfromtheroomwithaveryillgrace,scoldingalltheway.

           Mr

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