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'
I
shall
surprise
you
very
much
,
I
have
no
doubt
,
'
said
Rose
,
naturally
embarrassed
;
'
but
you
once
showed
great
benevolence
and
goodness
to
a
very
dear
young
friend
of
mine
,
and
I
am
sure
you
will
take
an
interest
in
hearing
of
him
again
.
'
'
Indeed
!
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
.
'
Oliver
Twist
you
knew
him
as
,
'
replied
Rose
.
The
words
no
sooner
escaped
her
lips
,
than
Mr.
Grimwig
,
who
had
been
affecting
to
dip
into
a
large
book
that
lay
on
the
table
,
upset
it
with
a
great
crash
,
and
falling
back
in
his
chair
,
discharged
from
his
features
every
expression
but
one
of
unmitigated
wonder
,
and
indulged
in
a
prolonged
and
vacant
stare
;
then
,
as
if
ashamed
of
having
betrayed
so
much
emotion
,
he
jerked
himself
,
as
it
were
,
by
a
convulsion
into
his
former
attitude
,
and
looking
out
straight
before
him
emitted
a
long
deep
whistle
,
which
seemed
,
at
last
,
not
to
be
discharged
on
empty
air
,
but
to
die
away
in
the
innermost
recesses
of
his
stomach
.
Mr.
Browlow
was
no
less
surprised
,
although
his
astonishment
was
not
expressed
in
the
same
eccentric
manner
.
He
drew
his
chair
nearer
to
Miss
Maylie
's
,
and
said
,
'
Do
me
the
favour
,
my
dear
young
lady
,
to
leave
entirely
out
of
the
question
that
goodness
and
benevolence
of
which
you
speak
,
and
of
which
nobody
else
knows
anything
;
and
if
you
have
it
in
your
power
to
produce
any
evidence
which
will
alter
the
unfavourable
opinion
I
was
once
induced
to
entertain
of
that
poor
child
,
in
Heaven
's
name
put
me
in
possession
of
it
.
'
'
A
bad
one
!
I
'll
eat
my
head
if
he
is
not
a
bad
one
,
'
growled
Mr.
Grimwig
,
speaking
by
some
ventriloquial
power
,
without
moving
a
muscle
of
his
face
.
'
He
is
a
child
of
a
noble
nature
and
a
warm
heart
,
'
said
Rose
,
colouring
;
'
and
that
Power
which
has
thought
fit
to
try
him
beyond
his
years
,
has
planted
in
his
breast
affections
and
feelings
which
would
do
honour
to
many
who
have
numbered
his
days
six
times
over
.
'
'
I
'm
only
sixty-one
,
'
said
Mr.
Grimwig
,
with
the
same
rigid
face
.
