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Oliver
saw
that
she
was
very
pale
,
and
gently
inquired
if
she
were
ill
.
The
girl
threw
herself
into
a
chair
,
with
her
back
towards
him
:
and
wrung
her
hands
;
but
made
no
reply
.
'
God
forgive
me
!
'
she
cried
after
a
while
,
'
I
never
thought
of
this
.
'
'
Has
anything
happened
?
'
asked
Oliver
.
'
Can
I
help
you
?
I
will
if
I
can
.
I
will
,
indeed
.
'
She
rocked
herself
to
and
fro
;
caught
her
throat
;
and
,
uttering
a
gurgling
sound
,
gasped
for
breath
.
'
Nancy
!
'
cried
Oliver
,
'
What
is
it
?
'
The
girl
beat
her
hands
upon
her
knees
,
and
her
feet
upon
the
ground
;
and
,
suddenly
stopping
,
drew
her
shawl
close
round
her
:
and
shivered
with
cold
.
Oliver
stirred
the
fire
.
Drawing
her
chair
close
to
it
,
she
sat
there
,
for
a
little
time
,
without
speaking
;
but
at
length
she
raised
her
head
,
and
looked
round
.
'
I
do
n't
know
what
comes
over
me
sometimes
,
'
said
she
,
affecting
to
busy
herself
in
arranging
her
dress
;
'
it
's
this
damp
dirty
room
,
I
think
.
Now
,
Nolly
,
dear
,
are
you
ready
?
'
'
Am
I
to
go
with
you
?
'
asked
Oliver
.
