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But
his
heart
was
heavy
,
notwithstanding
;
and
he
wished
,
as
he
crept
into
his
narrow
bed
,
that
that
were
his
coffin
,
and
that
he
could
be
lain
in
a
calm
and
lasting
sleep
in
the
churchyard
ground
,
with
the
tall
grass
waving
gently
above
his
head
,
and
the
sound
of
the
old
deep
bell
to
soothe
him
in
his
sleep
.
Oliver
was
awakened
in
the
morning
,
by
a
loud
kicking
at
the
outside
of
the
shop-door
:
which
,
before
he
could
huddle
on
his
clothes
,
was
repeated
,
in
an
angry
and
impetuous
manner
,
about
twenty-five
times
.
When
he
began
to
undo
the
chain
,
the
legs
desisted
,
and
a
voice
began
.
'
Open
the
door
,
will
yer
?
'
cried
the
voice
which
belonged
to
the
legs
which
had
kicked
at
the
door
.
'
I
will
,
directly
,
sir
,
'
replied
Oliver
:
undoing
the
chain
,
and
turning
the
key
.
'
I
suppose
yer
the
new
boy
,
ai
n't
yer
?
'
said
the
voice
through
the
key-hole
.
'
Yes
,
sir
,
'
replied
Oliver
.
'
How
old
are
yer
?
'
inquired
the
voice
.
'
Ten
,
sir
,
'
replied
Oliver
.
'
Then
I
'll
whop
yer
when
I
get
in
,
'
said
the
voice
;
'
you
just
see
if
I
do
n't
,
that
's
all
,
my
work
'
us
brat
!
'
and
having
made
this
obliging
promise
,
the
voice
began
to
whistle
.
Oliver
had
been
too
often
subjected
to
the
process
to
which
the
very
expressive
monosyllable
just
recorded
bears
reference
,
to
entertain
the
smallest
doubt
that
the
owner
of
the
voice
,
whoever
he
might
be
,
would
redeem
his
pledge
,
most
honourably
.
He
drew
back
the
bolts
with
a
trembling
hand
,
and
opened
the
door
.
