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But
Oliver
's
thoughts
,
like
those
of
most
other
people
,
although
they
were
extremely
ready
and
active
to
point
out
his
difficulties
,
were
wholly
at
a
loss
to
suggest
any
feasible
mode
of
surmounting
them
;
so
,
after
a
good
deal
of
thinking
to
no
particular
purpose
,
he
changed
his
little
bundle
over
to
the
other
shoulder
,
and
trudged
on
.
Oliver
walked
twenty
miles
that
day
;
and
all
that
time
tasted
nothing
but
the
crust
of
dry
bread
,
and
a
few
draughts
of
water
,
which
he
begged
at
the
cottage-doors
by
the
road-side
.
When
the
night
came
,
he
turned
into
a
meadow
;
and
,
creeping
close
under
a
hay-rick
,
determined
to
lie
there
,
till
morning
.
He
felt
frightened
at
first
,
for
the
wind
moaned
dismally
over
the
empty
fields
:
and
he
was
cold
and
hungry
,
and
more
alone
than
he
had
ever
felt
before
.
Being
very
tired
with
his
walk
,
however
,
he
soon
fell
asleep
and
forgot
his
troubles
.
He
felt
cold
and
stiff
,
when
he
got
up
next
morning
,
and
so
hungry
that
he
was
obliged
to
exchange
the
penny
for
a
small
loaf
,
in
the
very
first
village
through
which
he
passed
.
He
had
walked
no
more
than
twelve
miles
,
when
night
closed
in
again
.
His
feet
were
sore
,
and
his
legs
so
weak
that
they
trembled
beneath
him
.
Another
night
passed
in
the
bleak
damp
air
,
made
him
worse
;
when
he
set
forward
on
his
journey
next
morning
he
could
hardly
crawl
along
.
He
waited
at
the
bottom
of
a
steep
hill
till
a
stage-coach
came
up
,
and
then
begged
of
the
outside
passengers
;
but
there
were
very
few
who
took
any
notice
of
him
:
and
even
those
told
him
to
wait
till
they
got
to
the
top
of
the
hill
,
and
then
let
them
see
how
far
he
could
run
for
a
halfpenny
.
Poor
Oliver
tried
to
keep
up
with
the
coach
a
little
way
,
but
was
unable
to
do
it
,
by
reason
of
his
fatigue
and
sore
feet
.
When
the
outsides
saw
this
,
they
put
their
halfpence
back
into
their
pockets
again
,
declaring
that
he
was
an
idle
young
dog
,
and
did
n't
deserve
anything
;
and
the
coach
rattled
away
and
left
only
a
cloud
of
dust
behind
.
In
some
villages
,
large
painted
boards
were
fixed
up
:
warning
all
persons
who
begged
within
the
district
,
that
they
would
be
sent
to
jail
.
This
frightened
Oliver
very
much
,
and
made
him
glad
to
get
out
of
those
villages
with
all
possible
expedition
.
In
others
,
he
would
stand
about
the
inn-yards
,
and
look
mournfully
at
every
one
who
passed
:
a
proceeding
which
generally
terminated
in
the
landlady
's
ordering
one
of
the
post-boys
who
were
lounging
about
,
to
drive
that
strange
boy
out
of
the
place
,
for
she
was
sure
he
had
come
to
steal
something
.
If
he
begged
at
a
farmer
's
house
,
ten
to
one
but
they
threatened
to
set
the
dog
on
him
;
and
when
he
showed
his
nose
in
a
shop
,
they
talked
about
the
beadle
--
which
brought
Oliver
's
heart
into
his
mouth
--
very
often
the
only
thing
he
had
there
,
for
many
hours
together
.
In
fact
,
if
it
had
not
been
for
a
good-hearted
turnpike-man
,
and
a
benevolent
old
lady
,
Oliver
's
troubles
would
have
been
shortened
by
the
very
same
process
which
had
put
an
end
to
his
mother
's
;
in
other
words
,
he
would
most
assuredly
have
fallen
dead
upon
the
king
's
highway
.
But
the
turnpike-man
gave
him
a
meal
of
bread
and
cheese
;
and
the
old
lady
,
who
had
a
shipwrecked
grandson
wandering
barefoot
in
some
distant
part
of
the
earth
,
took
pity
upon
the
poor
orphan
,
and
gave
him
what
little
she
could
afford
--
and
more
--
with
such
kind
and
gently
words
,
and
such
tears
of
sympathy
and
compassion
,
that
they
sank
deeper
into
Oliver
's
soul
,
than
all
the
sufferings
he
had
ever
undergone
.
Early
on
the
seventh
morning
after
he
had
left
his
native
place
,
Oliver
limped
slowly
into
the
little
town
of
Barnet
.
The
window-shutters
were
closed
;
the
street
was
empty
;
not
a
soul
had
awakened
to
the
business
of
the
day
.
The
sun
was
rising
in
all
its
splendid
beauty
;
but
the
light
only
served
to
show
the
boy
his
own
lonesomeness
and
desolation
,
as
he
sat
,
with
bleeding
feet
and
covered
with
dust
,
upon
a
door-step
.
By
degrees
,
the
shutters
were
opened
;
the
window-blinds
were
drawn
up
;
and
people
began
passing
to
and
fro
.
Some
few
stopped
to
gaze
at
Oliver
for
a
moment
or
two
,
or
turned
round
to
stare
at
him
as
they
hurried
by
;
but
none
relieved
him
,
or
troubled
themselves
to
inquire
how
he
came
there
.
He
had
no
heart
to
beg
.
And
there
he
sat
.
