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They
had
not
talked
much
upon
the
way
;
for
Oliver
was
in
a
flutter
of
agitation
and
uncertainty
which
deprived
him
of
the
power
of
collecting
his
thoughts
,
and
almost
of
speech
,
and
appeared
to
have
scarcely
less
effect
on
his
companions
,
who
shared
it
,
in
at
least
an
equal
degree
.
He
and
the
two
ladies
had
been
very
carefully
made
acquainted
by
Mr.
Brownlow
with
the
nature
of
the
admissions
which
had
been
forced
from
Monks
;
and
although
they
knew
that
the
object
of
their
present
journey
was
to
complete
the
work
which
had
been
so
well
begun
,
still
the
whole
matter
was
enveloped
in
enough
of
doubt
and
mystery
to
leave
them
in
endurance
of
the
most
intense
suspense
.
The
same
kind
friend
had
,
with
Mr.
Losberne
's
assistance
,
cautiously
stopped
all
channels
of
communication
through
which
they
could
receive
intelligence
of
the
dreadful
occurrences
that
so
recently
taken
place
.
'
It
was
quite
true
,
'
he
said
,
'
that
they
must
know
them
before
long
,
but
it
might
be
at
a
better
time
than
the
present
,
and
it
could
not
be
at
a
worse
.
So
,
they
travelled
on
in
silence
:
each
busied
with
reflections
on
the
object
which
had
brought
them
together
:
and
no
one
disposed
to
give
utterance
to
the
thoughts
which
crowded
upon
all
.
But
if
Oliver
,
under
these
influences
,
had
remained
silent
while
they
journeyed
towards
his
birth-place
by
a
road
he
had
never
seen
,
how
the
whole
current
of
his
recollections
ran
back
to
old
times
,
and
what
a
crowd
of
emotions
were
wakened
up
in
his
breast
,
when
they
turned
into
that
which
he
had
traversed
on
foot
:
a
poor
houseless
,
wandering
boy
,
without
a
friend
to
help
him
,
or
a
roof
to
shelter
his
head
.
'
See
there
,
there
!
'
cried
Oliver
,
eagerly
clasping
the
hand
of
Rose
,
and
pointing
out
at
the
carriage
window
;
'
that
's
the
stile
I
came
over
;
there
are
the
hedges
I
crept
behind
,
for
fear
any
one
should
overtake
me
and
force
me
back
!
Yonder
is
the
path
across
the
fields
,
leading
to
the
old
house
where
I
was
a
little
child
!
Oh
Dick
,
Dick
,
my
dear
old
friend
,
if
I
could
only
see
you
now
!
'
'
You
will
see
him
soon
,
'
replied
Rose
,
gently
taking
his
folded
hands
between
her
own
.
'
You
shall
tell
him
how
happy
you
are
,
and
how
rich
you
have
grown
,
and
that
in
all
your
happiness
you
have
none
so
great
as
the
coming
back
to
make
him
happy
too
.
'
'
Yes
,
yes
,
'
said
Oliver
,
'
and
we
'll
--
we
'll
take
him
away
from
here
,
and
have
him
clothed
and
taught
,
and
send
him
to
some
quiet
country
place
where
he
may
grow
strong
and
well
--
shall
we
?
'
Rose
nodded
'
yes
,
'
for
the
boy
was
smiling
through
such
happy
tears
that
she
could
not
speak
.
'
You
will
be
kind
and
good
to
him
,
for
you
are
to
every
one
,
'
said
Oliver
.
'
It
will
make
you
cry
,
I
know
,
to
hear
what
he
can
tell
;
but
never
mind
,
never
mind
,
it
will
be
all
over
,
and
you
will
smile
again
--
I
know
that
too
--
to
think
how
changed
he
is
;
you
did
the
same
with
me
.
He
said
"
God
bless
you
"
to
me
when
I
ran
away
,
'
cried
the
boy
with
a
burst
of
affectionate
emotion
;
'
and
I
will
say
"
God
bless
you
"
now
,
and
show
him
how
I
love
him
for
it
!
'
As
they
approached
the
town
,
and
at
length
drove
through
its
narrow
streets
,
it
became
matter
of
no
small
difficulty
to
restrain
the
boy
within
reasonable
bounds
.
There
was
Sowerberry
's
the
undertaker
's
just
as
it
used
to
be
,
only
smaller
and
less
imposing
in
appearance
than
he
remembered
it
--
there
were
all
the
well-known
shops
and
houses
,
with
almost
every
one
of
which
he
had
some
slight
incident
connected
--
there
was
Gamfield
's
cart
,
the
very
cart
he
used
to
have
,
standing
at
the
old
public-house
door
--
there
was
the
workhouse
,
the
dreary
prison
of
his
youthful
days
,
with
its
dismal
windows
frowning
on
the
street
--
there
was
the
same
lean
porter
standing
at
the
gate
,
at
sight
of
whom
Oliver
involuntarily
shrunk
back
,
and
then
laughed
at
himself
for
being
so
foolish
,
then
cried
,
then
laughed
again
--
there
were
scores
of
faces
at
the
doors
and
windows
that
he
knew
quite
well
--
there
was
nearly
everything
as
if
he
had
left
it
but
yesterday
,
and
all
his
recent
life
had
been
but
a
happy
dream
.
