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'
Yes
,
sir
,
rather
thirsty
,
'
answered
Oliver
.
'
Just
as
I
expected
,
Mrs.
Bedwin
,
'
said
the
doctor
.
'
It
's
very
natural
that
he
should
be
thirsty
.
You
may
give
him
a
little
tea
,
ma'am
,
and
some
dry
toast
without
any
butter
.
Do
n't
keep
him
too
warm
,
ma'am
;
but
be
careful
that
you
do
n't
let
him
be
too
cold
;
will
you
have
the
goodness
?
'
The
old
lady
dropped
a
curtsey
.
The
doctor
,
after
tasting
the
cool
stuff
,
and
expressing
a
qualified
approval
of
it
,
hurried
away
:
his
boots
creaking
in
a
very
important
and
wealthy
manner
as
he
went
downstairs
.
Oliver
dozed
off
again
,
soon
after
this
;
when
he
awoke
,
it
was
nearly
twelve
o'clock
.
The
old
lady
tenderly
bade
him
good-night
shortly
afterwards
,
and
left
him
in
charge
of
a
fat
old
woman
who
had
just
come
:
bringing
with
her
,
in
a
little
bundle
,
a
small
Prayer
Book
and
a
large
nightcap
.
Putting
the
latter
on
her
head
and
the
former
on
the
table
,
the
old
woman
,
after
telling
Oliver
that
she
had
come
to
sit
up
with
him
,
drew
her
chair
close
to
the
fire
and
went
off
into
a
series
of
short
naps
,
chequered
at
frequent
intervals
with
sundry
tumblings
forward
,
and
divers
moans
and
chokings
.
These
,
however
,
had
no
worse
effect
than
causing
her
to
rub
her
nose
very
hard
,
and
then
fall
asleep
again
.
And
thus
the
night
crept
slowly
on
.
Oliver
lay
awake
for
some
time
,
counting
the
little
circles
of
light
which
the
reflection
of
the
rushlight-shade
threw
upon
the
ceiling
;
or
tracing
with
his
languid
eyes
the
intricate
pattern
of
the
paper
on
the
wall
.
The
darkness
and
the
deep
stillness
of
the
room
were
very
solemn
;
as
they
brought
into
the
boy
's
mind
the
thought
that
death
had
been
hovering
there
,
for
many
days
and
nights
,
and
might
yet
fill
it
with
the
gloom
and
dread
of
his
awful
presence
,
he
turned
his
face
upon
the
pillow
,
and
fervently
prayed
to
Heaven
.
Gradually
,
he
fell
into
that
deep
tranquil
sleep
which
ease
from
recent
suffering
alone
imparts
;
that
calm
and
peaceful
rest
which
it
is
pain
to
wake
from
.
Who
,
if
this
were
death
,
would
be
roused
again
to
all
the
struggles
and
turmoils
of
life
;
to
all
its
cares
for
the
present
;
its
anxieties
for
the
future
;
more
than
all
,
its
weary
recollections
of
the
past
!
It
had
been
bright
day
,
for
hours
,
when
Oliver
opened
his
eyes
;
he
felt
cheerful
and
happy
.
The
crisis
of
the
disease
was
safely
past
.
He
belonged
to
the
world
again
.
In
three
days
'
time
he
was
able
to
sit
in
an
easy-chair
,
well
propped
up
with
pillows
;
and
,
as
he
was
still
too
weak
to
walk
,
Mrs.
Bedwin
had
him
carried
downstairs
into
the
little
housekeeper
's
room
,
which
belonged
to
her
.
Having
him
set
,
here
,
by
the
fire-side
,
the
good
old
lady
sat
herself
down
too
;
and
,
being
in
a
state
of
considerable
delight
at
seeing
him
so
much
better
,
forthwith
began
to
cry
most
violently
.
'
Never
mind
me
,
my
dear
,
'
said
the
old
lady
;
'
I
'm
only
having
a
regular
good
cry
.
There
;
it
's
all
over
now
;
and
I
'm
quite
comfortable
.
'
