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'
Bless
her
,
she
's
going
off
!
'
said
Charlotte
.
'
A
glass
of
water
,
Noah
,
dear
.
Make
haste
!
'
'
Oh
!
Charlotte
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sowerberry
:
speaking
as
well
as
she
could
,
through
a
deficiency
of
breath
,
and
a
sufficiency
of
cold
water
,
which
Noah
had
poured
over
her
head
and
shoulders
.
'
Oh
!
Charlotte
,
what
a
mercy
we
have
not
all
been
murdered
in
our
beds
!
'
'
Ah
!
mercy
indeed
,
ma'am
,
'
was
the
reply
.
I
only
hope
this
'll
teach
master
not
to
have
any
more
of
these
dreadful
creatures
,
that
are
born
to
be
murderers
and
robbers
from
their
very
cradle
.
Poor
Noah
!
He
was
all
but
killed
,
ma'am
,
when
I
come
in
.
'
'
Poor
fellow
!
'
said
Mrs.
Sowerberry
:
looking
piteously
on
the
charity-boy
.
Noah
,
whose
top
waistcoat-button
might
have
been
somewhere
on
a
level
with
the
crown
of
Oliver
's
head
,
rubbed
his
eyes
with
the
inside
of
his
wrists
while
this
commiseration
was
bestowed
upon
him
,
and
performed
some
affecting
tears
and
sniffs
.
'
What
's
to
be
done
!
'
exclaimed
Mrs.
Sowerberry
.
'
Your
master
's
not
at
home
;
there
's
not
a
man
in
the
house
,
and
he
'll
kick
that
door
down
in
ten
minutes
.
'
Oliver
's
vigorous
plunges
against
the
bit
of
timber
in
question
,
rendered
this
occurance
highly
probable
.
'
Dear
,
dear
!
I
do
n't
know
,
ma'am
,
'
said
Charlotte
,
'
unless
we
send
for
the
police-officers
.
'
'
Or
the
millingtary
,
'
suggested
Mr.
Claypole
.
'
No
,
no
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sowerberry
:
bethinking
herself
of
Oliver
's
old
friend
.
'
Run
to
Mr.
Bumble
,
Noah
,
and
tell
him
to
come
here
directly
,
and
not
to
lose
a
minute
;
never
mind
your
cap
!
Make
haste
!
You
can
hold
a
knife
to
that
black
eye
,
as
you
run
along
.
