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'
An
ass
,
'
said
the
doctor
again
,
after
a
further
silence
of
some
minutes
.
'
Even
if
it
had
been
the
right
place
,
and
the
right
fellows
had
been
there
,
what
could
I
have
done
,
single-handed
?
And
if
I
had
had
assistance
,
I
see
no
good
that
I
should
have
done
,
except
leading
to
my
own
exposure
,
and
an
unavoidable
statement
of
the
manner
in
which
I
have
hushed
up
this
business
.
That
would
have
served
me
right
,
though
.
I
am
always
involving
myself
in
some
scrape
or
other
,
by
acting
on
impulse
.
It
might
have
done
me
good
.
'
Now
,
the
fact
was
that
the
excellent
doctor
had
never
acted
upon
anything
but
impulse
all
through
his
life
,
and
if
was
no
bad
compliment
to
the
nature
of
the
impulses
which
governed
him
,
that
so
far
from
being
involved
in
any
peculiar
troubles
or
misfortunes
,
he
had
the
warmest
respect
and
esteem
of
all
who
knew
him
.
If
the
truth
must
be
told
,
he
was
a
little
out
of
temper
,
for
a
minute
or
two
,
at
being
disappointed
in
procuring
corroborative
evidence
of
Oliver
's
story
on
the
very
first
occasion
on
which
he
had
a
chance
of
obtaining
any
.
He
soon
came
round
again
,
however
;
and
finding
that
Oliver
's
replies
to
his
questions
,
were
still
as
straightforward
and
consistent
,
and
still
delivered
with
as
much
apparent
sincerity
and
truth
,
as
they
had
ever
been
,
he
made
up
his
mind
to
attach
full
credence
to
them
,
from
that
time
forth
.
As
Oliver
knew
the
name
of
the
street
in
which
Mr.
Brownlow
resided
,
they
were
enabled
to
drive
straight
thither
.
When
the
coach
turned
into
it
,
his
heart
beat
so
violently
,
that
he
could
scarcely
draw
his
breath
.
'
Now
,
my
boy
,
which
house
is
it
?
'
inquired
Mr.
Losberne
.
'
That
!
That
!
'
replied
Oliver
,
pointing
eagerly
out
of
the
window
.
'
The
white
house
.
Oh
!
make
haste
!
Pray
make
haste
!
I
feel
as
if
I
should
die
:
it
makes
me
tremble
so
.
'
'
Come
,
come
!
'
said
the
good
doctor
,
patting
him
on
the
shoulder
.
'
You
will
see
them
directly
,
and
they
will
be
overjoyed
to
find
you
safe
and
well
.
'
'
Oh
!
I
hope
so
!
'
cried
Oliver
.
'
They
were
so
good
to
me
;
so
very
,
very
good
to
me
.
'
The
coach
rolled
on
.
It
stopped
.
No
;
that
was
the
wrong
house
;
the
next
door
.
It
went
on
a
few
paces
,
and
stopped
again
.
Oliver
looked
up
at
the
windows
,
with
tears
of
happy
expectation
coursing
down
his
face
.
