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Losberne
for
Oliver
's
appearance
if
he
should
ever
be
called
upon
;
and
Blathers
and
Duff
,
being
rewarded
with
a
couple
of
guineas
,
returned
to
town
with
divided
opinions
on
the
subject
of
their
expedition
:
the
latter
gentleman
on
a
mature
consideration
of
all
the
circumstances
,
inclining
to
the
belief
that
the
burglarious
attempt
had
originated
with
the
Family
Pet
;
and
the
former
being
equally
disposed
to
concede
the
full
merit
of
it
to
the
great
Mr.
Conkey
Chickweed
.
Meanwhile
,
Oliver
gradually
throve
and
prospered
under
the
united
care
of
Mrs.
Maylie
,
Rose
,
and
the
kind-hearted
Mr.
Losberne
.
If
fervent
prayers
,
gushing
from
hearts
overcharged
with
gratitude
,
be
heard
in
heaven
--
and
if
they
be
not
,
what
prayers
are
!
--
the
blessings
which
the
orphan
child
called
down
upon
them
,
sunk
into
their
souls
,
diffusing
peace
and
happiness
.
Oliver
's
ailings
were
neither
slight
nor
few
.
In
addition
to
the
pain
and
delay
attendant
on
a
broken
limb
,
his
exposure
to
the
wet
and
cold
had
brought
on
fever
and
ague
:
which
hung
about
him
for
many
weeks
,
and
reduced
him
sadly
.
But
,
at
length
,
he
began
,
by
slow
degrees
,
to
get
better
,
and
to
be
able
to
say
sometimes
,
in
a
few
tearful
words
,
how
deeply
he
felt
the
goodness
of
the
two
sweet
ladies
,
and
how
ardently
he
hoped
that
when
he
grew
strong
and
well
again
,
he
could
do
something
to
show
his
gratitude
;
only
something
,
which
would
let
them
see
the
love
and
duty
with
which
his
breast
was
full
;
something
,
however
slight
,
which
would
prove
to
them
that
their
gentle
kindness
had
not
been
cast
away
;
but
that
the
poor
boy
whom
their
charity
had
rescued
from
misery
,
or
death
,
was
eager
to
serve
them
with
his
whole
heart
and
soul
.
'
Poor
fellow
!
'
said
Rose
,
when
Oliver
had
been
one
day
feebly
endeavouring
to
utter
the
words
of
thankfulness
that
rose
to
his
pale
lips
;
'
you
shall
have
many
opportunities
of
serving
us
,
if
you
will
.
We
are
going
into
the
country
,
and
my
aunt
intends
that
you
shall
accompany
us
.
The
quiet
place
,
the
pure
air
,
and
all
the
pleasure
and
beauties
of
spring
,
will
restore
you
in
a
few
days
.
We
will
employ
you
in
a
hundred
ways
,
when
you
can
bear
the
trouble
.
'
'
The
trouble
!
'
cried
Oliver
.
'
Oh
!
dear
lady
,
if
I
could
but
work
for
you
;
if
I
could
only
give
you
pleasure
by
watering
your
flowers
,
or
watching
your
birds
,
or
running
up
and
down
the
whole
day
long
,
to
make
you
happy
;
what
would
I
give
to
do
it
!
'
'
You
shall
give
nothing
at
all
,
'
said
Miss
Maylie
,
smiling
;
'
for
,
as
I
told
you
before
,
we
shall
employ
you
in
a
hundred
ways
;
and
if
you
only
take
half
the
trouble
to
please
us
,
that
you
promise
now
,
you
will
make
me
very
happy
indeed
.
'
'
Happy
,
ma'am
!
'
cried
Oliver
;
'
how
kind
of
you
to
say
so
!
'
'
You
will
make
me
happier
than
I
can
tell
you
,
'
replied
the
young
lady
.
'
To
think
that
my
dear
good
aunt
should
have
been
the
means
of
rescuing
any
one
from
such
sad
misery
as
you
have
described
to
us
,
would
be
an
unspeakable
pleasure
to
me
;
but
to
know
that
the
object
of
her
goodness
and
compassion
was
sincerely
grateful
and
attached
,
in
consequence
,
would
delight
me
,
more
than
you
can
well
imagine
.
Do
you
understand
me
?
'
she
inquired
,
watching
Oliver
's
thoughtful
face
.
'
Oh
yes
,
ma'am
,
yes
!
'
replied
Oliver
eagerly
;
'
but
I
was
thinking
that
I
am
ungrateful
now
.
'
