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'
Clear
the
office
!
'
said
the
magistrate
.
'
Officers
,
do
you
hear
?
Clear
the
office
!
'
The
mandate
was
obeyed
;
and
the
indignant
Mr.
Brownlow
was
conveyed
out
,
with
the
book
in
one
hand
,
and
the
bamboo
cane
in
the
other
:
in
a
perfect
phrenzy
of
rage
and
defiance
.
He
reached
the
yard
;
and
his
passion
vanished
in
a
moment
.
Little
Oliver
Twist
lay
on
his
back
on
the
pavement
,
with
his
shirt
unbuttoned
,
and
his
temples
bathed
with
water
;
his
face
a
deadly
white
;
and
a
cold
tremble
convulsing
his
whole
frame
.
'
Poor
boy
,
poor
boy
!
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
bending
over
him
.
'
Call
a
coach
,
somebody
,
pray
.
Directly
!
'
A
coach
was
obtained
,
and
Oliver
having
been
carefully
laid
on
the
seat
,
the
old
gentleman
got
in
and
sat
himself
on
the
other
.
'
May
I
accompany
you
?
'
said
the
book-stall
keeper
,
looking
in
.
'
Bless
me
,
yes
,
my
dear
sir
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
quickly
.
'
I
forgot
you
.
Dear
,
dear
!
I
have
this
unhappy
book
still
!
Jump
in
.
Poor
fellow
!
There
's
no
time
to
lose
.
'
The
book-stall
keeper
got
into
the
coach
;
and
away
they
drove
.
The
coach
rattled
away
,
over
nearly
the
same
ground
as
that
which
Oliver
had
traversed
when
he
first
entered
London
in
company
with
the
Dodger
;
and
,
turning
a
different
way
when
it
reached
the
Angel
at
Islington
,
stopped
at
length
before
a
neat
house
,
in
a
quiet
shady
street
near
Pentonville
.
Here
,
a
bed
was
prepared
,
without
loss
of
time
,
in
which
Mr.
Brownlow
saw
his
young
charge
carefully
and
comfortably
deposited
;
and
here
,
he
was
tended
with
a
kindness
and
solicitude
that
knew
no
bounds
.
But
,
for
many
days
,
Oliver
remained
insensible
to
all
the
goodness
of
his
new
friends
.
The
sun
rose
and
sank
,
and
rose
and
sank
again
,
and
many
times
after
that
;
and
still
the
boy
lay
stretched
on
his
uneasy
bed
,
dwindling
away
beneath
the
dry
and
wasting
heat
of
fever
.
The
worm
does
not
work
more
surely
on
the
dead
body
,
than
does
this
slow
creeping
fire
upon
the
living
frame
.
