Оливер Твист

Chapter 10

           upgothewindows,outrunthepeople,onwardbearthemob,awholeaudiencedesertPunchintheverythickestoftheplot,and,joiningtherushingthrong,swelltheshout,andlendfreshvigourtothecry,‘Stopthief!Stopthief!’

           ‘Stopthief!Stopthief!’ThereisapassionFORHUNTINGSOMETHINGdeeplyimplantedinthehumanbreast.Onewretchedbreathlesschild,pantingwithexhaustion;terrorinhislooks;agonyinhiseyes;largedropsofperspirationstreamingdownhisface;strainseverynervetomakeheaduponhispursuers;andastheyfollowonhistrack,andgainuponhimeveryinstant,theyhailhisdecreasingstrengthwithjoy.‘Stopthief!’Ay,stophimforGod’ssake,wereitonlyinmercy!

           Stoppedatlast!Acleverblow.Heisdownuponthepavement;andthecrowdeagerlygatherroundhim:eachnewcomer,jostlingandstrugglingwiththeotherstocatchaglimpse.‘Standaside!’‘Givehimalittleair!’‘Nonsense!hedon’tdeserveit.‘Where’sthegentleman?’‘Herehisis,comingdownthestreet.‘Makeroomthereforthegentleman!’‘Isthistheboy,sir!’‘Yes.

           Oliverlay,coveredwithmudanddust,andbleedingfromthemouth,lookingwildlyroundupontheheapoffacesthatsurroundedhim,whentheoldgentlemanwasofficiouslydraggedandpushedintothecirclebytheforemostofthepursuers.

           ‘Yes,’saidthegentleman,‘Iamafraiditistheboy.

           ‘Afraid!’murmuredthecrowd.‘That’sagood’un!’

           ‘Poorfellow!’saidthegentleman,‘hehashurthimself.

           ‘Ididthat,sir,’saidagreatlubberlyfellow,steppingforward;‘andpreciouslyIcutmyknuckleagin’hismouth.Istoppedhim,sir.

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