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He
had
listened
to
their
taunts
with
a
look
of
contempt
;
he
had
borne
the
lash
without
a
cry
:
for
he
felt
that
pride
swelling
in
his
heart
which
would
have
kept
down
a
shriek
to
the
last
,
though
they
had
roasted
him
alive
.
But
now
,
when
there
were
none
to
see
or
hear
him
,
he
fell
upon
his
knees
on
the
floor
;
and
,
hiding
his
face
in
his
hands
,
wept
such
tears
as
,
God
send
for
the
credit
of
our
nature
,
few
so
young
may
ever
have
cause
to
pour
out
before
him
!
For
a
long
time
,
Oliver
remained
motionless
in
this
attitude
.
The
candle
was
burning
low
in
the
socket
when
he
rose
to
his
feet
.
Having
gazed
cautiously
round
him
,
and
listened
intently
,
he
gently
undid
the
fastenings
of
the
door
,
and
looked
abroad
.
It
was
a
cold
,
dark
night
.
The
stars
seemed
,
to
the
boy
's
eyes
,
farther
from
the
earth
than
he
had
ever
seen
them
before
;
there
was
no
wind
;
and
the
sombre
shadows
thrown
by
the
trees
upon
the
ground
,
looked
sepulchral
and
death-like
,
from
being
so
still
.
He
softly
reclosed
the
door
.
Having
availed
himself
of
the
expiring
light
of
the
candle
to
tie
up
in
a
handkerchief
the
few
articles
of
wearing
apparel
he
had
,
sat
himself
down
upon
a
bench
,
to
wait
for
morning
.
With
the
first
ray
of
light
that
struggled
through
the
crevices
in
the
shutters
,
Oliver
arose
,
and
again
unbarred
the
door
.
One
timid
look
around
--
one
moment
's
pause
of
hesitation
--
he
had
closed
it
behind
him
,
and
was
in
the
open
street
.
He
looked
to
the
right
and
to
the
left
,
uncertain
whither
to
fly
.
He
remembered
to
have
seen
the
waggons
,
as
they
went
out
,
toiling
up
the
hill
.
He
took
the
same
route
;
and
arriving
at
a
footpath
across
the
fields
:
which
he
knew
,
after
some
distance
,
led
out
again
into
the
road
;
struck
into
it
,
and
walked
quickly
on
.
Along
this
same
footpath
,
Oliver
well-remembered
he
had
trotted
beside
Mr.
Bumble
,
when
he
first
carried
him
to
the
workhouse
from
the
farm
.
His
way
lay
directly
in
front
of
the
cottage
.
His
heart
beat
quickly
when
he
bethought
himself
of
this
;
and
he
half
resolved
to
turn
back
.
He
had
come
a
long
way
though
,
and
should
lose
a
great
deal
of
time
by
doing
so
.
Besides
,
it
was
so
early
that
there
was
very
little
fear
of
his
being
seen
;
so
he
walked
on
.
He
reached
the
house
.
There
was
no
appearance
of
its
inmates
stirring
at
that
early
hour
.
Oliver
stopped
,
and
peeped
into
the
garden
.
A
child
was
weeding
one
of
the
little
beds
;
as
he
stopped
,
he
raised
his
pale
face
and
disclosed
the
features
of
one
of
his
former
companions
.
Oliver
felt
glad
to
see
him
,
before
he
went
;
for
,
though
younger
than
himself
,
he
had
been
his
little
friend
and
playmate
.
They
had
been
beaten
,
and
starved
,
and
shut
up
together
,
many
and
many
a
time
.
'
Hush
,
Dick
!
'
said
Oliver
,
as
the
boy
ran
to
the
gate
,
and
thrust
his
thin
arm
between
the
rails
to
greet
him
.
'
Is
any
one
up
?
'
'
Nobody
but
me
,
'
replied
the
child
.
