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Oh
!
if
when
we
oppress
and
grind
our
fellow-creatures
,
we
bestowed
but
one
thought
on
the
dark
evidences
of
human
error
,
which
,
like
dense
and
heavy
clouds
,
are
rising
,
slowly
it
is
true
,
but
not
less
surely
,
to
Heaven
,
to
pour
their
after-vengeance
on
our
heads
;
if
we
heard
but
one
instant
,
in
imagination
,
the
deep
testimony
of
dead
men
's
voices
,
which
no
power
can
stifle
,
and
no
pride
shut
out
;
where
would
be
the
injury
and
injustice
,
the
suffering
,
misery
,
cruelty
,
and
wrong
,
that
each
day
's
life
brings
with
it
!
Oliver
's
pillow
was
smoothed
by
gentle
hands
that
night
;
and
loveliness
and
virtue
watched
him
as
he
slept
.
He
felt
calm
and
happy
,
and
could
have
died
without
a
murmur
.
The
momentous
interview
was
no
sooner
concluded
,
and
Oliver
composed
to
rest
again
,
than
the
doctor
,
after
wiping
his
eyes
,
and
condemning
them
for
being
weak
all
at
once
,
betook
himself
downstairs
to
open
upon
Mr.
Giles
.
And
finding
nobody
about
the
parlours
,
it
occurred
to
him
,
that
he
could
perhaps
originate
the
proceedings
with
better
effect
in
the
kitchen
;
so
into
the
kitchen
he
went
.
There
were
assembled
,
in
that
lower
house
of
the
domestic
parliament
,
the
women-servants
,
Mr.
Brittles
,
Mr.
Giles
,
the
tinker
(
who
had
received
a
special
invitation
to
regale
himself
for
the
remainder
of
the
day
,
in
consideration
of
his
services
)
,
and
the
constable
.
The
latter
gentleman
had
a
large
staff
,
a
large
head
,
large
features
,
and
large
half-boots
;
and
he
looked
as
if
he
had
been
taking
a
proportionate
allowance
of
ale
--
as
indeed
he
had
.
The
adventures
of
the
previous
night
were
still
under
discussion
;
for
Mr.
Giles
was
expatiating
upon
his
presence
of
mind
,
when
the
doctor
entered
;
Mr.
Brittles
,
with
a
mug
of
ale
in
his
hand
,
was
corroborating
everything
,
before
his
superior
said
it
.
'
Sit
still
!
'
said
the
doctor
,
waving
his
hand
.
'
Thank
you
,
sir
,
said
Mr.
Giles
.
'
Misses
wished
some
ale
to
be
given
out
,
sir
;
and
as
I
felt
no
ways
inclined
for
my
own
little
room
,
sir
,
and
was
disposed
for
company
,
I
am
taking
mine
among
'em
here
.
'
Brittles
headed
a
low
murmur
,
by
which
the
ladies
and
gentlemen
generally
were
understood
to
express
the
gratification
they
derived
from
Mr.
Giles
's
condescension
.
Mr.
Giles
looked
round
with
a
patronising
air
,
as
much
as
to
say
that
so
long
as
they
behaved
properly
,
he
would
never
desert
them
.
'
How
is
the
patient
to-night
,
sir
?
'
asked
Giles
.
'
So-so
'
;
returned
the
doctor
.
'
I
am
afraid
you
have
got
yourself
into
a
scrape
there
,
Mr.
Giles
.
'
