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'
I
have
saved
you
from
being
ill-used
once
,
and
I
will
again
,
and
I
do
now
,
'
continued
the
girl
aloud
;
'
for
those
who
would
have
fetched
you
,
if
I
had
not
,
would
have
been
far
more
rough
than
me
.
I
have
promised
for
your
being
quiet
and
silent
;
if
you
are
not
,
you
will
only
do
harm
to
yourself
and
me
too
,
and
perhaps
be
my
death
.
See
here
!
I
have
borne
all
this
for
you
already
,
as
true
as
God
sees
me
show
it
.
'
She
pointed
,
hastily
,
to
some
livid
bruises
on
her
neck
and
arms
;
and
continued
,
with
great
rapidity
:
'
Remember
this
!
And
do
n't
let
me
suffer
more
for
you
,
just
now
.
If
I
could
help
you
,
I
would
;
but
I
have
not
the
power
.
They
do
n't
mean
to
harm
you
;
whatever
they
make
you
do
,
is
no
fault
of
yours
.
Hush
!
Every
word
from
you
is
a
blow
for
me
.
Give
me
your
hand
.
Make
haste
!
Your
hand
!
She
caught
the
hand
which
Oliver
instinctively
placed
in
hers
,
and
,
blowing
out
the
light
,
drew
him
after
her
up
the
stairs
.
The
door
was
opened
,
quickly
,
by
some
one
shrouded
in
the
darkness
,
and
was
as
quickly
closed
,
when
they
had
passed
out
.
A
hackney-cabriolet
was
in
waiting
;
with
the
same
vehemence
which
she
had
exhibited
in
addressing
Oliver
,
the
girl
pulled
him
in
with
her
,
and
drew
the
curtains
close
.
The
driver
wanted
no
directions
,
but
lashed
his
horse
into
full
speed
,
without
the
delay
of
an
instant
.
The
girl
still
held
Oliver
fast
by
the
hand
,
and
continued
to
pour
into
his
ear
,
the
warnings
and
assurances
she
had
already
imparted
.
All
was
so
quick
and
hurried
,
that
he
had
scarcely
time
to
recollect
where
he
was
,
or
how
he
came
there
,
when
to
carriage
stopped
at
the
house
to
which
the
Jew
's
steps
had
been
directed
on
the
previous
evening
.
For
one
brief
moment
,
Oliver
cast
a
hurried
glance
along
the
empty
street
,
and
a
cry
for
help
hung
upon
his
lips
.
But
the
girl
's
voice
was
in
his
ear
,
beseeching
him
in
such
tones
of
agony
to
remember
her
,
that
he
had
not
the
heart
to
utter
it
.
While
he
hesitated
,
the
opportunity
was
gone
;
he
was
already
in
the
house
,
and
the
door
was
shut
.
'
This
way
,
'
said
the
girl
,
releasing
her
hold
for
the
first
time
.
'
Bill
!
'
'
Hallo
!
'
replied
Sikes
:
appearing
at
the
head
of
the
stairs
,
with
a
candle
.
'
Oh
!
That
's
the
time
of
day
.
Come
on
!
'
