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Sending
the
plate
,
which
had
so
excited
Fagin
's
cupidity
,
to
the
banker
's
;
and
leaving
Giles
and
another
servant
in
care
of
the
house
,
they
departed
to
a
cottage
at
some
distance
in
the
country
,
and
took
Oliver
with
them
.
Who
can
describe
the
pleasure
and
delight
,
the
peace
of
mind
and
soft
tranquillity
,
the
sickly
boy
felt
in
the
balmy
air
,
and
among
the
green
hills
and
rich
woods
,
of
an
inland
village
!
Who
can
tell
how
scenes
of
peace
and
quietude
sink
into
the
minds
of
pain-worn
dwellers
in
close
and
noisy
places
,
and
carry
their
own
freshness
,
deep
into
their
jaded
hearts
!
Men
who
have
lived
in
crowded
,
pent-up
streets
,
through
lives
of
toil
,
and
who
have
never
wished
for
change
;
men
,
to
whom
custom
has
indeed
been
second
nature
,
and
who
have
come
almost
to
love
each
brick
and
stone
that
formed
the
narrow
boundaries
of
their
daily
walks
;
even
they
,
with
the
hand
of
death
upon
them
,
have
been
known
to
yearn
at
last
for
one
short
glimpse
of
Nature
's
face
;
and
,
carried
far
from
the
scenes
of
their
old
pains
and
pleasures
,
have
seemed
to
pass
at
once
into
a
new
state
of
being
.
Crawling
forth
,
from
day
to
day
,
to
some
green
sunny
spot
,
they
have
had
such
memories
wakened
up
within
them
by
the
sight
of
the
sky
,
and
hill
and
plain
,
and
glistening
water
,
that
a
foretaste
of
heaven
itself
has
soothed
their
quick
decline
,
and
they
have
sunk
into
their
tombs
,
as
peacefully
as
the
sun
whose
setting
they
watched
from
their
lonely
chamber
window
but
a
few
hours
before
,
faded
from
their
dim
and
feeble
sight
!
The
memories
which
peaceful
country
scenes
call
up
,
are
not
of
this
world
,
nor
of
its
thoughts
and
hopes
.
Their
gentle
influence
may
teach
us
how
to
weave
fresh
garlands
for
the
graves
of
those
we
loved
:
may
purify
our
thoughts
,
and
bear
down
before
it
old
enmity
and
hatred
;
but
beneath
all
this
,
there
lingers
,
in
the
least
reflective
mind
,
a
vague
and
half-formed
consciousness
of
having
held
such
feelings
long
before
,
in
some
remote
and
distant
time
,
which
calls
up
solemn
thoughts
of
distant
times
to
come
,
and
bends
down
pride
and
worldliness
beneath
it
.
It
was
a
lovely
spot
to
which
they
repaired
.
Oliver
,
whose
days
had
been
spent
among
squalid
crowds
,
and
in
the
midst
of
noise
and
brawling
,
seemed
to
enter
on
a
new
existence
there
.
The
rose
and
honeysuckle
clung
to
the
cottage
walls
;
the
ivy
crept
round
the
trunks
of
the
trees
;
and
the
garden-flowers
perfumed
the
air
with
delicious
odours
.
Hard
by
,
was
a
little
churchyard
;
not
crowded
with
tall
unsightly
gravestones
,
but
full
of
humble
mounds
,
covered
with
fresh
turf
and
moss
:
beneath
which
,
the
old
people
of
the
village
lay
at
rest
.
Oliver
often
wandered
here
;
and
,
thinking
of
the
wretched
grave
in
which
his
mother
lay
,
would
sometimes
sit
him
down
and
sob
unseen
;
but
,
when
he
raised
his
eyes
to
the
deep
sky
overhead
,
he
would
cease
to
think
of
her
as
lying
in
the
ground
,
and
would
weep
for
her
,
sadly
,
but
without
pain
.
It
was
a
happy
time
.
The
days
were
peaceful
and
serene
;
the
nights
brought
with
them
neither
fear
nor
care
;
no
languishing
in
a
wretched
prison
,
or
associating
with
wretched
men
;
nothing
but
pleasant
and
happy
thoughts
.
Every
morning
he
went
to
a
white-headed
old
gentleman
,
who
lived
near
the
little
church
:
who
taught
him
to
read
better
,
and
to
write
:
and
who
spoke
so
kindly
,
and
took
such
pains
,
that
Oliver
could
never
try
enough
to
please
him
.
Then
,
he
would
walk
with
Mrs.
Maylie
and
Rose
,
and
hear
them
talk
of
books
;
or
perhaps
sit
near
them
,
in
some
shady
place
,
and
listen
whilst
the
young
lady
read
:
which
he
could
have
done
,
until
it
grew
too
dark
to
see
the
letters
.
Then
,
he
had
his
own
lesson
for
the
next
day
to
prepare
;
and
at
this
,
he
would
work
hard
,
in
a
little
room
which
looked
into
the
garden
,
till
evening
came
slowly
on
,
when
the
ladies
would
walk
out
again
,
and
he
with
them
:
listening
with
such
pleasure
to
all
they
said
:
and
so
happy
if
they
wanted
a
flower
that
he
could
climb
to
reach
,
or
had
forgotten
anything
he
could
run
to
fetch
:
that
he
could
never
be
quick
enought
about
it
.
When
it
became
quite
dark
,
and
they
returned
home
,
the
young
lady
would
sit
down
to
the
piano
,
and
play
some
pleasant
air
,
or
sing
,
in
a
low
and
gentle
voice
,
some
old
song
which
it
pleased
her
aunt
to
hear
.
There
would
be
no
candles
lighted
at
such
times
as
these
;
and
Oliver
would
sit
by
one
of
the
windows
,
listening
to
the
sweet
music
,
in
a
perfect
rapture
.
And
when
Sunday
came
,
how
differently
the
day
was
spent
,
from
any
way
in
which
he
had
ever
spent
it
yet
!
and
how
happily
too
;
like
all
the
other
days
in
that
most
happy
time
!
There
was
the
little
church
,
in
the
morning
,
with
the
green
leaves
fluttering
at
the
windows
:
the
birds
singing
without
:
and
the
sweet-smelling
air
stealing
in
at
the
low
porch
,
and
filling
the
homely
building
with
its
fragrance
.
The
poor
people
were
so
neat
and
clean
,
and
knelt
so
reverently
in
prayer
,
that
it
seemed
a
pleasure
,
not
a
tedious
duty
,
their
assembling
there
together
;
and
though
the
singing
might
be
rude
,
it
was
real
,
and
sounded
more
musical
(
to
Oliver
's
ears
at
least
)
than
any
he
had
ever
heard
in
church
before
.
Then
,
there
were
the
walks
as
usual
,
and
many
calls
at
the
clean
houses
of
the
labouring
men
;
and
at
night
,
Oliver
read
a
chapter
or
two
from
the
Bible
,
which
he
had
been
studying
all
the
week
,
and
in
the
performance
of
which
duty
he
felt
more
proud
and
pleased
,
than
if
he
had
been
the
clergyman
himself
.
In
the
morning
,
Oliver
would
be
a-foot
by
six
o'clock
,
roaming
the
fields
,
and
plundering
the
hedges
,
far
and
wide
,
for
nosegays
of
wild
flowers
,
with
which
he
would
return
laden
,
home
;
and
which
it
took
great
care
and
consideration
to
arrange
,
to
the
best
advantage
,
for
the
embellishment
of
the
breakfast-table
.
There
was
fresh
groundsel
,
too
,
for
Miss
Maylie
's
birds
,
with
which
Oliver
,
who
had
been
studying
the
subject
under
the
able
tuition
of
the
village
clerk
,
would
decorate
the
cages
,
in
the
most
approved
taste
When
the
birds
were
made
all
spruce
and
smart
for
the
day
,
there
was
usually
some
little
commission
of
charity
to
execute
in
the
village
;
or
,
failing
that
,
there
was
rare
cricket-playing
,
sometimes
,
on
the
green
;
or
,
failing
that
,
there
was
always
something
to
do
in
the
garden
,
or
about
the
plants
,
to
which
Oliver
(
who
had
studied
this
science
also
,
under
the
same
master
,
who
was
a
gardener
by
trade
,
)
applied
himself
with
hearty
good-will
,
until
Miss
Rose
made
her
appearance
:
when
there
were
a
thousand
commendations
to
be
bestowed
on
all
he
had
done
.
So
three
months
glided
away
;
three
months
which
,
in
the
life
of
the
most
blessed
and
favoured
of
mortals
,
might
have
been
unmingled
happiness
,
and
which
,
in
Oliver
's
were
true
felicity
.
With
the
purest
and
most
amiable
generousity
on
one
side
;
and
the
truest
,
warmest
,
soul-felt
gratitude
on
the
other
;
it
is
no
wonder
that
,
by
the
end
of
that
short
time
,
Oliver
Twist
had
become
completely
domesticated
with
the
old
lady
and
her
niece
,
and
that
the
fervent
attachment
of
his
young
and
sensitive
heart
,
was
repaid
by
their
pride
in
,
and
attachment
to
,
himself
.
