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Weak
,
and
thin
,
and
pallid
,
he
awoke
at
last
from
what
seemed
to
have
been
a
long
and
troubled
dream
.
Feebly
raising
himself
in
the
bed
,
with
his
head
resting
on
his
trembling
arm
,
he
looked
anxiously
around
.
'
What
room
is
this
?
Where
have
I
been
brought
to
?
'
said
Oliver
.
'
This
is
not
the
place
I
went
to
sleep
in
.
'
He
uttered
these
words
in
a
feeble
voice
,
being
very
faint
and
weak
;
but
they
were
overheard
at
once
.
The
curtain
at
the
bed
's
head
was
hastily
drawn
back
,
and
a
motherly
old
lady
,
very
neatly
and
precisely
dressed
,
rose
as
she
undrew
it
,
from
an
arm-chair
close
by
,
in
which
she
had
been
sitting
at
needle-work
.
'
Hush
,
my
dear
,
'
said
the
old
lady
softly
.
'
You
must
be
very
quiet
,
or
you
will
be
ill
again
;
and
you
have
been
very
bad
--
as
bad
as
bad
could
be
,
pretty
nigh
.
Lie
down
again
;
there
's
a
dear
!
'
With
those
words
,
the
old
lady
very
gently
placed
Oliver
's
head
upon
the
pillow
;
and
,
smoothing
back
his
hair
from
his
forehead
,
looked
so
kindly
and
loving
in
his
face
,
that
he
could
not
help
placing
his
little
withered
hand
in
hers
,
and
drawing
it
round
his
neck
.
'
Save
us
!
'
said
the
old
lady
,
with
tears
in
her
eyes
.
'
What
a
grateful
little
dear
it
is
.
Pretty
creetur
!
What
would
his
mother
feel
if
she
had
sat
by
him
as
I
have
,
and
could
see
him
now
!
'
'
Perhaps
she
does
see
me
,
'
whispered
Oliver
,
folding
his
hands
together
;
'
perhaps
she
has
sat
by
me
.
I
almost
feel
as
if
she
had
.
'
'
That
was
the
fever
,
my
dear
,
'
said
the
old
lady
mildly
.
'
I
suppose
it
was
,
'
replied
Oliver
,
'
because
heaven
is
a
long
way
off
;
and
they
are
too
happy
there
,
to
come
down
to
the
bedside
of
a
poor
boy
.
But
if
she
knew
I
was
ill
,
she
must
have
pitied
me
,
even
there
;
for
she
was
very
ill
herself
before
she
died
.
She
ca
n't
know
anything
about
me
though
,
'
added
Oliver
after
a
moment
's
silence
.
'
If
she
had
seen
me
hurt
,
it
would
have
made
here
sorrowful
;
and
her
face
has
always
looked
sweet
and
happy
,
when
I
have
dreamed
of
her
.
'
The
old
lady
made
no
reply
to
this
;
but
wiping
her
eyes
first
,
and
her
spectacles
,
which
lay
on
the
counterpane
,
afterwards
,
as
if
they
were
part
and
parcel
of
those
features
,
brought
some
cool
stuff
for
Oliver
to
drink
;
and
then
,
patting
him
on
the
cheek
,
told
him
he
must
lie
very
quiet
,
or
he
would
be
ill
again
.
