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'
You
do
n't
mean
to
say
that
's
the
boy
who
had
the
fever
,
I
hope
?
'
said
Mr.
Grimwig
,
recoiling
a
little
more
.
'
Wait
a
minute
!
Do
n't
speak
!
Stop
--
'
continued
Mr.
Grimwig
,
abruptly
,
losing
all
dread
of
the
fever
in
his
triumph
at
the
discovery
;
'
that
's
the
boy
who
had
the
orange
!
If
that
's
not
the
boy
,
sir
,
who
had
the
orange
,
and
threw
this
bit
of
peel
upon
the
staircase
,
I
'll
eat
my
head
,
and
his
too
.
'
'
No
,
no
,
he
has
not
had
one
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
laughing
.
'
Come
!
Put
down
your
hat
;
and
speak
to
my
young
friend
.
'
'
I
feel
strongly
on
this
subject
,
sir
,
'
said
the
irritable
old
gentleman
,
drawing
off
his
gloves
.
'
There
's
always
more
or
less
orange-peel
on
the
pavement
in
our
street
;
and
I
KNOW
it
's
put
there
by
the
surgeon
's
boy
at
the
corner
.
A
young
woman
stumbled
over
a
bit
last
night
,
and
fell
against
my
garden-railings
;
directly
she
got
up
I
saw
her
look
towards
his
infernal
red
lamp
with
the
pantomime-light
.
"
Do
n't
go
to
him
,
"
I
called
out
of
the
window
,
"
he
's
an
assassin
!
A
man-trap
!
"
So
he
is
.
If
he
is
not
--
'
Here
the
irascible
old
gentleman
gave
a
great
knock
on
the
ground
with
his
stick
;
which
was
always
understood
,
by
his
friends
,
to
imply
the
customary
offer
,
whenever
it
was
not
expressed
in
words
.
Then
,
still
keeping
his
stick
in
his
hand
,
he
sat
down
;
and
,
opening
a
double
eye-glass
,
which
he
wore
attached
to
a
broad
black
riband
,
took
a
view
of
Oliver
:
who
,
seeing
that
he
was
the
object
of
inspection
,
coloured
,
and
bowed
again
.
'
That
's
the
boy
,
is
it
?
'
said
Mr.
Grimwig
,
at
length
.
'
That
's
the
boy
,
'
replied
Mr.
Brownlow
.
'
How
are
you
,
boy
?
'
said
Mr.
Grimwig
.
'
A
great
deal
better
,
thank
you
,
sir
,
'
replied
Oliver
.
Mr
Brownlow
,
seeming
to
apprehend
that
his
singular
friend
was
about
to
say
something
disagreeable
,
asked
Oliver
to
step
downstairs
and
tell
Mrs.
Bedwin
they
were
ready
for
tea
;
which
,
as
he
did
not
half
like
the
visitor
's
manner
,
he
was
very
happy
to
do
.
'
He
is
a
nice-looking
boy
,
is
he
not
?
'
inquired
Mr.
Brownlow
.
'
I
do
n't
know
,
'
replied
Mr.
Grimwig
,
pettishly
.
