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'
What
did
you
say
?
'
inquired
Oliver
,
looking
up
very
quickly
.
'
A
regular
right-down
bad
'
un
,
Work
'
us
,
'
replied
Noah
,
coolly
.
'
And
it
's
a
great
deal
better
,
Work
'
us
,
that
she
died
when
she
did
,
or
else
she
'd
have
been
hard
labouring
in
Bridewell
,
or
transported
,
or
hung
;
which
is
more
likely
than
either
,
is
n't
it
?
'
Crimson
with
fury
,
Oliver
started
up
;
overthrew
the
chair
and
table
;
seized
Noah
by
the
throat
;
shook
him
,
in
the
violence
of
his
rage
,
till
his
teeth
chattered
in
his
head
;
and
collecting
his
whole
force
into
one
heavy
blow
,
felled
him
to
the
ground
.
A
minute
ago
,
the
boy
had
looked
the
quiet
child
,
mild
,
dejected
creature
that
harsh
treatment
had
made
him
.
But
his
spirit
was
roused
at
last
;
the
cruel
insult
to
his
dead
mother
had
set
his
blood
on
fire
.
His
breast
heaved
;
his
attitude
was
erect
;
his
eye
bright
and
vivid
;
his
whole
person
changed
,
as
he
stood
glaring
over
the
cowardly
tormentor
who
now
lay
crouching
at
his
feet
;
and
defied
him
with
an
energy
he
had
never
known
before
.
'
He
'll
murder
me
!
'
blubbered
Noah
.
'
Charlotte
!
missis
!
Here
's
the
new
boy
a
murdering
of
me
!
Help
!
help
!
Oliver
's
gone
mad
!
Char
--
lotte
!
'
Noah
's
shouts
were
responded
to
,
by
a
loud
scream
from
Charlotte
,
and
a
louder
from
Mrs.
Sowerberry
;
the
former
of
whom
rushed
into
the
kitchen
by
a
side-door
,
while
the
latter
paused
on
the
staircase
till
she
was
quite
certain
that
it
was
consistent
with
the
preservation
of
human
life
,
to
come
further
down
.
'
Oh
,
you
little
wretch
!
'
screamed
Charlotte
:
seizing
Oliver
with
her
utmost
force
,
which
was
about
equal
to
that
of
a
moderately
strong
man
in
particularly
good
training
.
'
Oh
,
you
little
un-grate-ful
,
mur-de-rous
,
hor-rid
villain
!
'
And
between
every
syllable
,
Charlotte
gave
Oliver
a
blow
with
all
her
might
:
accompanying
it
with
a
scream
,
for
the
benefit
of
society
.
Charlotte
's
fist
was
by
no
means
a
light
one
;
but
,
lest
it
should
not
be
effectual
in
calming
Oliver
's
wrath
,
Mrs.
Sowerberry
plunged
into
the
kitchen
,
and
assisted
to
hold
him
with
one
hand
,
while
she
scratched
his
face
with
the
other
.
In
this
favourable
position
of
affairs
,
Noah
rose
from
the
ground
,
and
pommelled
him
behind
.
This
was
rather
too
violent
exercise
to
last
long
.
When
they
were
all
wearied
out
,
and
could
tear
and
beat
no
longer
,
they
dragged
Oliver
,
struggling
and
shouting
,
but
nothing
daunted
,
into
the
dust-cellar
,
and
there
locked
him
up
.
This
being
done
,
Mrs.
Sowerberry
sunk
into
a
chair
,
and
burst
into
tears
.
