Оливер Твист

Chapter 1

           ‘Lorblessherdearheart,whenshehaslivedaslongasIhave, sir,andhadthirteenchildrenofherown, andallon’emdeadexcepttwo,andtheminthewurkuswithme, she’llknowbetterthantotakeoninthatway,blessherdearheart! Thinkwhatitistobeamother, there’sadearyounglambdo. 

           Apparentlythisconsolatoryperspectiveofamother’sprospectsfailedinproducingitsdueeffect. Thepatientshookherhead, andstretchedoutherhandtowardsthechild. 

           Thesurgeondepositeditinherarms. Sheimprintedhercoldwhitelipspassionatelyonitsforehead; passedherhandsoverherface; gazedwildlyround;shuddered;fellback anddied. Theychafedherbreast,hands,andtemples; butthebloodhadstoppedforever. Theytalkedofhopeandcomfort. Theyhadbeenstrangerstoolong. 

           ‘It’sallover,Mrs.Thingummy!’saidthesurgeonatlast. 

           ‘Ah,poordear,soitis!’saidthenurse, pickingupthecorkofthegreenbottle,whichhadfallenoutonthepillow, asshestoopedtotakeupthechild.‘Poordear!’ 

           ‘Youneedn’tmindsendinguptome,ifthechildcries,nurse,’saidthesurgeon, puttingonhisgloveswithgreatdeliberation. ‘It’sverylikelyitWILLbetroublesome. Giveitalittlegruelifitis.’ Heputonhishat,and,pausingbythebed-sideonhiswaytothedoor,added, ‘Shewasagood-lookinggirl,too;wheredidshecomefrom?’ 

           ‘Shewasbroughtherelastnight,’repliedtheoldwoman, ‘bytheoverseer’sorder. 

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