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This
was
all
the
information
Oliver
could
obtain
about
the
picture
at
that
time
.
As
the
old
lady
had
been
so
kind
to
him
in
his
illness
,
he
endeavoured
to
think
no
more
of
the
subject
just
then
;
so
he
listened
attentively
to
a
great
many
stories
she
told
him
,
about
an
amiable
and
handsome
daughter
of
hers
,
who
was
married
to
an
amiable
and
handsome
man
,
and
lived
in
the
country
;
and
about
a
son
,
who
was
clerk
to
a
merchant
in
the
West
Indies
;
and
who
was
,
also
,
such
a
good
young
man
,
and
wrote
such
dutiful
letters
home
four
times
a-year
,
that
it
brought
the
tears
into
her
eyes
to
talk
about
them
.
When
the
old
lady
had
expatiated
,
a
long
time
,
on
the
excellences
of
her
children
,
and
the
merits
of
her
kind
good
husband
besides
,
who
had
been
dead
and
gone
,
poor
dear
soul
!
just
six-and-twenty
years
,
it
was
time
to
have
tea
.
After
tea
she
began
to
teach
Oliver
cribbage
:
which
he
learnt
as
quickly
as
she
could
teach
:
and
at
which
game
they
played
,
with
great
interest
and
gravity
,
until
it
was
time
for
the
invalid
to
have
some
warm
wine
and
water
,
with
a
slice
of
dry
toast
,
and
then
to
go
cosily
to
bed
.
They
were
happy
days
,
those
of
Oliver
's
recovery
.
Everything
was
so
quiet
,
and
neat
,
and
orderly
;
everybody
so
kind
and
gentle
;
that
after
the
noise
and
turbulence
in
the
midst
of
which
he
had
always
lived
,
it
seemed
like
Heaven
itself
.
He
was
no
sooner
strong
enough
to
put
his
clothes
on
,
properly
,
than
Mr.
Brownlow
caused
a
complete
new
suit
,
and
a
new
cap
,
and
a
new
pair
of
shoes
,
to
be
provided
for
him
.
As
Oliver
was
told
that
he
might
do
what
he
liked
with
the
old
clothes
,
he
gave
them
to
a
servant
who
had
been
very
kind
to
him
,
and
asked
her
to
sell
them
to
a
Jew
,
and
keep
the
money
for
herself
.
This
she
very
readily
did
;
and
,
as
Oliver
looked
out
of
the
parlour
window
,
and
saw
the
Jew
roll
them
up
in
his
bag
and
walk
away
,
he
felt
quite
delighted
to
think
that
they
were
safely
gone
,
and
that
there
was
now
no
possible
danger
of
his
ever
being
able
to
wear
them
again
.
They
were
sad
rags
,
to
tell
the
truth
;
and
Oliver
had
never
had
a
new
suit
before
.
One
evening
,
about
a
week
after
the
affair
of
the
picture
,
as
he
was
sitting
talking
to
Mrs.
Bedwin
,
there
came
a
message
down
from
Mr.
Brownlow
,
that
if
Oliver
Twist
felt
pretty
well
,
he
should
like
to
see
him
in
his
study
,
and
talk
to
him
a
little
while
.
'
Bless
us
,
and
save
us
!
Wash
your
hands
,
and
let
me
part
your
hair
nicely
for
you
,
child
,
'
said
Mrs.
Bedwin
.
'
Dear
heart
alive
!
If
we
had
known
he
would
have
asked
for
you
,
we
would
have
put
you
a
clean
collar
on
,
and
made
you
as
smart
as
sixpence
!
'
Oliver
did
as
the
old
lady
bade
him
;
and
,
although
she
lamented
grievously
,
meanwhile
,
that
there
was
not
even
time
to
crimp
the
little
frill
that
bordered
his
shirt-collar
;
he
looked
so
delicate
and
handsome
,
despite
that
important
personal
advantage
,
that
she
went
so
far
as
to
say
:
looking
at
him
with
great
complacency
from
head
to
foot
,
that
she
really
did
n't
think
it
would
have
been
possible
,
on
the
longest
notice
,
to
have
made
much
difference
in
him
for
the
better
.
Thus
encouraged
,
Oliver
tapped
at
the
study
door
.
On
Mr.
Brownlow
calling
to
him
to
come
in
,
he
found
himself
in
a
little
back
room
,
quite
full
of
books
,
with
a
window
,
looking
into
some
pleasant
little
gardens
.
There
was
a
table
drawn
up
before
the
window
,
at
which
Mr.
Brownlow
was
seated
reading
.
When
he
saw
Oliver
,
he
pushed
the
book
away
from
him
,
and
told
him
to
come
near
the
table
,
and
sit
down
.
Oliver
complied
;
marvelling
where
the
people
could
be
found
to
read
such
a
great
number
of
books
as
seemed
to
be
written
to
make
the
world
wiser
.
Which
is
still
a
marvel
to
more
experienced
people
than
Oliver
Twist
,
every
day
of
their
lives
.
'
There
are
a
good
many
books
,
are
there
not
,
my
boy
?
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
observing
the
curiosity
with
which
Oliver
surveyed
the
shelves
that
reached
from
the
floor
to
the
ceiling
.
