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'
To
whom
?
'
inquired
the
young
lady
.
'
To
the
kind
gentleman
,
and
the
dear
old
nurse
,
who
took
so
much
care
of
me
before
,
'
rejoined
Oliver
.
'
If
they
knew
how
happy
I
am
,
they
would
be
pleased
,
I
am
sure
.
'
'
I
am
sure
they
would
,
'
rejoined
Oliver
's
benefactress
;
'
and
Mr.
Losberne
has
already
been
kind
enough
to
promise
that
when
you
are
well
enough
to
bear
the
journey
,
he
will
carry
you
to
see
them
.
'
'
Has
he
,
ma'am
?
'
cried
Oliver
,
his
face
brightening
with
pleasure
.
'
I
do
n't
know
what
I
shall
do
for
joy
when
I
see
their
kind
faces
once
again
!
'
In
a
short
time
Oliver
was
sufficiently
recovered
to
undergo
the
fatigue
of
this
expedition
.
One
morning
he
and
Mr.
Losberne
set
out
,
accordingly
,
in
a
little
carriage
which
belonged
to
Mrs.
Maylie
.
When
they
came
to
Chertsey
Bridge
,
Oliver
turned
very
pale
,
and
uttered
a
loud
exclamation
.
'
What
's
the
matter
with
the
boy
?
'
cried
the
doctor
,
as
usual
,
all
in
a
bustle
.
'
Do
you
see
anything
--
hear
anything
--
feel
anything
--
eh
?
'
'
That
,
sir
,
'
cried
Oliver
,
pointing
out
of
the
carriage
window
.
'
That
house
!
'
'
Yes
;
well
,
what
of
it
?
Stop
coachman
.
Pull
up
here
,
'
cried
the
doctor
.
'
What
of
the
house
,
my
man
;
eh
?
'
'
The
thieves
--
the
house
they
took
me
to
!
'
whispered
Oliver
.
'
The
devil
it
is
!
'
cried
the
doctor
.
'
Hallo
,
there
!
let
me
out
!
'
