Chapter 34

           Itwasalmosttoomuchhappinesstobear.Oliverfeltstunnedandstupefiedbytheunexpectedintelligence;hecouldnotweep,orspeak,orrest.Hehadscarcelythepowerofunderstandinganythingthathadpassed,until,afteralongrambleinthequieteveningair,aburstoftearscametohisrelief,andheseemedtoawaken,allatonce,toafullsenseofthejoyfulchangethathadoccurred,andthealmostinsupportableloadofanguishwhichhadbeentakenfromhisbreast.

           Thenightwasfastclosingin,whenhereturnedhomeward:ladenwithflowerswhichhehadculled,withpeculiarcare,fortheadornmentofthesickchamber.Ashewalkedbrisklyalongtheroad,heheardbehindhim,thenoiseofsomevehicle,approachingatafuriouspace.Lookinground,hesawthatitwasapost-chaise,drivenatgreatspeed;andasthehorsesweregalloping,andtheroadwasnarrow,hestoodleaningagainstagateuntilitshouldhavepassedhim.

           Asitdashedon,Olivercaughtaglimpseofamaninawhitenitecap,whosefaceseemedfamiliartohim,althoughhisviewwassobriefthathecouldnotidentifytheperson.Inanothersecondortwo,thenightcapwasthrustoutofthechaise-window,andastentorianvoicebellowedtothedrivertostop:whichhedid,assoonashecouldpulluphishorses.Then,thenightcaponceagainappeared:andthesamevoicecalledOliverbyhisname.

           ‘Here!’criedthevoice.‘Oliver,what’sthenews?MissRose!MasterO-li-ver!’

           ‘Isisyou,Giles?’criedOliver,runninguptothechaise-door.

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