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'
We
shall
see
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
checking
his
rising
anger
.
'
We
will
,
'
replied
Mr.
Grimwig
,
with
a
provoking
smile
;
'
we
will
.
'
As
fate
would
have
it
,
Mrs.
Bedwin
chanced
to
bring
in
,
at
this
moment
,
a
small
parcel
of
books
,
which
Mr.
Brownlow
had
that
morning
purchased
of
the
identical
bookstall-keeper
,
who
has
already
figured
in
this
history
;
having
laid
them
on
the
table
,
she
prepared
to
leave
the
room
.
'
Stop
the
boy
,
Mrs.
Bedwin
!
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
;
'
there
is
something
to
go
back
.
'
'
He
has
gone
,
sir
,
'
replied
Mrs.
Bedwin
.
'
Call
after
him
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
;
'
it
's
particular
.
He
is
a
poor
man
,
and
they
are
not
paid
for
.
There
are
some
books
to
be
taken
back
,
too
.
'
The
street-door
was
opened
.
Oliver
ran
one
way
;
and
the
girl
ran
another
;
and
Mrs.
Bedwin
stood
on
the
step
and
screamed
for
the
boy
;
but
there
was
no
boy
in
sight
.
Oliver
and
the
girl
returned
,
in
a
breathless
state
,
to
report
that
there
were
no
tidings
of
him
.
'
Dear
me
,
I
am
very
sorry
for
that
,
'
exclaimed
Mr.
Brownlow
;
'
I
particularly
wished
those
books
to
be
returned
to-night
.
'
'
Send
Oliver
with
them
,
'
said
Mr.
Grimwig
,
with
an
ironical
smile
;
'
he
will
be
sure
to
deliver
them
safely
,
you
know
.
'
