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'
No
,
no
,
'
replied
the
matron
,
inclining
her
head
to
catch
the
words
,
as
they
came
more
faintly
from
the
dying
woman
.
'
Be
quick
,
or
it
may
be
too
late
!
'
'
The
mother
,
'
said
the
woman
,
making
a
more
violent
effort
than
before
;
'
the
mother
,
when
the
pains
of
death
first
came
upon
her
,
whispered
in
my
ear
that
if
her
baby
was
born
alive
,
and
thrived
,
the
day
might
come
when
it
would
not
feel
so
much
disgraced
to
hear
its
poor
young
mother
named
.
"
And
oh
,
kind
Heaven
!
"
she
said
,
folding
her
thin
hands
together
,
"
whether
it
be
boy
or
girl
,
raise
up
some
friends
for
it
in
this
troubled
world
,
and
take
pity
upon
a
lonely
desolate
child
,
abandoned
to
its
mercy
!
"
'
'
The
boy
's
name
?
'
demanded
the
matron
.
'
They
CALLED
him
Oliver
,
'
replied
the
woman
,
feebly
.
'
The
gold
I
stole
was
--
'
'
Yes
,
yes
--
what
?
'
cried
the
other
She
was
bending
eagerly
over
the
woman
to
hear
her
reply
;
but
drew
back
,
instinctively
,
as
she
once
again
rose
,
slowly
and
stiffly
,
into
a
sitting
posture
;
then
,
clutching
the
coverlid
with
both
hands
,
muttered
some
indistinct
sounds
in
her
throat
,
and
fell
lifeless
on
the
bed
.
'
Stone
dead
!
'
said
one
of
the
old
women
,
hurrying
in
as
soon
as
the
door
was
opened
.
'
And
nothing
to
tell
,
after
all
,
'
rejoined
the
matron
,
walking
carelessly
away
.
The
two
crones
,
to
all
appearance
,
too
busily
occupied
in
the
preparations
for
their
dreadful
duties
to
make
any
reply
,
were
left
alone
,
hovering
about
the
body
.
While
these
things
were
passing
in
the
country
workhouse
,
Mr.
Fagin
sat
in
the
old
den
--
the
same
from
which
Oliver
had
been
removed
by
the
girl
--
brooding
over
a
dull
,
smoky
fire
.
He
held
a
pair
of
bellows
upon
his
knee
,
with
which
he
had
apparently
been
endeavouring
to
rouse
it
into
more
cheerful
action
;
but
he
had
fallen
into
deep
thought
;
and
with
his
arms
folded
on
them
,
and
his
chin
resting
on
his
thumbs
,
fixed
his
eyes
,
abstractedly
,
on
the
rusty
bars
.
