Приключения оливера твиста на английском языке читать. Онлайн чтение книги Приключения Оливера Твиста The Adventures of Oliver Twist Глава I

1. Что вы знаете об истории Оливера Твиста? Прочитайте биографию, чтобы выяснить.

Чарльз Диккенс
(1812-1870)

Родился в Портсмуте, но его семья переехала в Лондон, когда ему было десять лет. Позже он пошел работать на фабрику, чтобы платить за жилье и содержать семью, так как его отец сидел в тюрьме за неуплату долгов. Освобождение его отца и улучшение благосостояния семьи наладили дела, но Диккенс никогда не простил свою мать за то, что его оставили на заводе. Он впервые сделал себе имя в качестве писателя в свои двадцать лет в произведении "Записки Пиквикского клуба" (1836).

Произведение Оливер Твист (1837-1839) - о мальчике, родившемся в работном доме для бедных. Некоторые другие мальчики заставляли его просить больше пищи. В результате, Оливера затем продали. Страдая от страшной жестокости, он убегает и присоединяется к молодому преступнику, который учит его, как красть бумажник. Общая тема романа - тема эгоизма и непорядочности, поскольку большинство людей обманывает Оливера. Мало кто показывает ему любовь и доброту.

2. Прослушайте и прочитайте текст на стр. 108-109. Выберите правильный ответ (А, В, С или D) для вопросов 1-5.
1. Во время каждого приёма еды, мальчики...
A) были счастливы получить одну ложку каши.
В) должны были мыть миски и ложки.
С) хотели съесть больше.
D) устали от очистки пальцев от пищи.

2. Высокий мальчик, отец которого был пекарем...
A) проголодался больше, чем другие мальчики.
В) привык к такого рода жизни.
С) боялся того, что голод может с ним сделать.
D) боялся ночи.

3. Прежде, чем они могли поесть, мальчики должны были...
A) дать свои чаши хозяину.
В) занять свои стулья за столом.
С) раздать пищу.
D) прочитать благодарственную молитву.

4. Мальчики решили, что Оливер будет тем, кто...
A) толкнет локтем хозяина.
В) будет раздавать кашу.
С) попросит ещё одну порцию.
D) походит вдоль стола.

5. Когда Оливер попросил больше, мастер…
A) был в шоке.
В) потерял голос.
С) стал парализованным.
D) побелел от страха.

Оливер Твист

Мальчики в работном доме (дом, где жили бедные и занимались неблагодарной работой ради еды) ели в большом каменном зале. В одном конце был котел, из которой хозяин раздавал кашу во время приема пищи. У каждого мальчика была только одна полная ложка и не больше, за исключением праздников, когда им давали две унции (56 грамм) каши и четверть хлеба.
Миски никогда не нуждались в мытье, поскольку мальчики полировали их со своими ложками, пока они не сияли. Когда они сделают это, они будут сидеть, уставившись на котел нетерпеливыми глазами, как будто они могли легко съесть даже сами кирпичи, из которых он был сделан. Между тем, они облизали пальцы, пытаясь найти любые случайные частички каши.
Вообще, у мальчиков превосходный аппетит и Оливер, и его друзья страдали от медленного голодания в течение трех месяцев. Они наконец так одичали от голода, что один мальчик, который был несколько высок для его возраста и нисколько не привык к такой пище, потому что его отец владел небольшой пекарней, сказал своим друзьям, что, если у него не будет еще одной ложки каши ежедневно, он боялся, что однажды ночью мог бы съесть мальчика, который спал рядом с ним. У него, казалось, был дикий, голодный взгляд, и другие полностью верили ему. Состоялась встреча и проходила жеребьевка, чтобы увидеть, кто должен подойти к хозяину после ужина в тот вечер и попросить больше. Задача упала на Оливера Твиста.
Вечер наступил, и мальчики заняли свои места. Хозяин в своем фартуке повара стоял около котла с его помощниками позади него. Каша была роздана, и длинная молитва была прочитана. После того, как каша закончилась, мальчики шептали друг другу и подмигивали Оливеру, в то время как его соседи подталкивали его локтями. Оливер был отчаянным от голода и страдания. Он поднялся из-за стола и, подходя к хозяину со своей миской, сказал:
"Пожалуйста, сэр, я хочу еще немного"
Хозяин был толстым, здоровым человеком, но он побледнел очень. Он пристально в изумлении посмотрел на мальчика в течение нескольких секунд и затем облокотился на котел. Его помощники были парализованы от удивления, а мальчики от страха.
"Что?" сказал хозяин в конечном счете слабым голосом.
"Пожалуйста, сэр," ответил Оливер, "Я хочу еще немного."
Хозяин ударил Оливера по голове ковшом, схватил его крепко и громко позвал полицейского.

3а. Соотнесите выделенные слова с их значениями ниже.
работа изумление плакать, кричать
друзья полностью не в состоянии двигаться

3b. Объясните подчеркнутые слова / фразы. Выберите некоторые и покажите или нарисуйте их значения.

4. Какое предложение в тексте, по вашему мнению, лучше всего описывает картинку?

5b. Используйте глаголы, данные сверху, чтобы сказать, как вы будете смотреть в следующих ситуациях:
1. на вашего соседа через закрытые шторы
2. на себя в зеркало
3. на часы, чтобы увидеть, сколько времени
4. на кого-то, кто прерывает вас во время вашего выступления
5. на газетные заголовки в спешке
6. на кого-то в очень необычной одежде

6. Закончите идиомы, используя слова, данные в списке. Проверьте по списку слов Есть ли аналогичные идиомы в вашем языке?
(чай, торт, вода, огурец, молоко)
1. Теперь он попал в серьезные неприятности. Он действительно в беде (дословно: горячей воде).
2. Энн всегда спокойна и не беспокоится ни о чем. Она так же невозмутимая (дословно: крута, как огурчик).
3. Вы можете сделать это. Это легко. Это пустяковое дело (дословно: кусок пирога).
4. Вы не можете ничего изменить сейчас. Слезами горю не поможешь (Дословно: не плачьте над пролитым молоком).
5. Я действительно не люблю ходить в театр. Это мне не по вкусу (Дословно: не моя чашка чая).

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Оригиналы текстов, переведенных выше:

Charles Dickens
(1812-1870)
I was born in Portsmouth, Hampshire.
but his family moved to London ^ when he was ten. He later went to work in a factory to pay lor his accommodation
and support his family as his father was in prison for not paying his debts. His father’s eventual release and an improvement in the family’s fortunes helped matters, but Dickens never forgave his mother for leaving him in the factory. He first made a name for himself as a writer in his twenties with The Pickwick Papers (1836).
Oliver Twist (1837-1839) is about a boy born in a workhouse for the poor. Some of the other boys make him ask for more food. As a result. Oliver is then sold. Suffering terrible cruelty, he runs away and joins a young criminal who teaches him how to steal wallets. The general theme of the novel is that of selfishness and dishonesty as most people take advantage of Oliver. Few people show him love and kindness.
Oliwvr Twist
The boys al (he workhouse" ale in a large
stone hall. At one end there was a copper2, out of which the master ladled3 gruel4 at mealtimes. Each boy had only one ladleful and no more, except on public holidays when he had two ounces5 and a quarter of bread.
The bowls never needed washing as the boys polished them with the ir spoons until they shone. When they had done this, they would sit staring at the copper with such eager eyes as if they could easily eat the very bricks of which it was made. Meanwhile, they licked their fingers trying to catch any stray splashes of gruel.
Generally, boys have excellent appetites and so Oliver and his companions suffered from slow starvation for three months. They finally got so wild with hunger that one boy, who was somewhat tall for his age and not at all used to that sort of thing because his father had owned a small bakery, said to
his companions that unless he had another spoon of 20 gruel daily, he was afraid that one night he might eat the boy who slept next to him. He seemed to have a wild, hungry look in his eye and the others entirely believed him. A meeting was held and lots were drawn to see who should walk up to the master after 25 supper that evening and ask for more. The task fell to Oliver Twist.
The evening arrived and the boys took their places. The master, in his cook’s apron, stood beside the copper with his assistants behind him. 30 The gruel was served out and a long grace6 was said. After the gruel disappeared, the boys whispered to each other and winked at Oliver, while his neighbours nudged him. Oliver was desperate with hunger and misery. He rose from 35 the table and. walking towards the master with his bowl, said,
"Please, sir, I want some more.’
The master was a fat, healthy man but he turned very pale. He gazed in astonishment at the boy for 40 some seconds and then held on to the copper for support. His assistants were paralysed with wonder and the boys with fear.
‘What?’ said the master eventually in a faint voice. 45
‘Please, sir," replied Oliver, ‘I want some more."
The master hit Oliver"s head with the ladle, held him tightly in his arms and shrieked aloud for the policeman.

Сюжет (из Википедии):

Оливер Твист - мальчик, мать которого умерла при родах в работном доме. Он растёт в сиротском приюте при местном приходе, средства которого крайне скудны. Голодающие сверстники заставляют его попросить добавки к обеду. За эту строптивость начальство сбывает его в контору гробовщика, где Оливер подвергается издевательствам старшего подмастерья.

После драки с подмастерьем Оливер бежит в Лондон, где попадает в шайку юного карманника по прозвищу Ловкий Плут. Логовом преступников верховодит хитрый и коварный еврей Феджин (Фейгин). Туда же наведывается хладнокровный убийца и грабитель Билл Сайкс. Его 17-летняя подружка Нэнси видит в Оливере родственную душу и проявляет к нему доброту.

В планы преступников входит обучение Оливера ремеслу карманника, однако после сорвавшегося ограбления мальчик попадает в дом добродетельного джентльмена - мистера Браунлоу, который со временем начинает подозревать, что Оливер - сын его друга. Сайкс и Нэнси возвращают Оливера в мир преступного подполья с тем, чтобы он принял участие в ограблении.

Как выясняется, за Феджином стоит Монкс - сводный брат Оливера, который пытается лишить его наследства. После очередной неудачи преступников Оливер попадает сначала в дом мисс Роз Мейли, в конце книги оказывающейся тетей героя. К ним приходит Нэнси с известием о том, что Монкс и Феджин не расстаются с надеждой выкрасть или убить Оливера. И с такой новостью Роз Мейли едет в дом мистера Браунлоу, чтобы разрешить с его помощью эту ситуацию. Затем Оливер возвращается к мистеру Браунлоу.

О визитах Нэнси к мистеру Браунлоу становится известно Сайксу. В припадке гнева злодей убивает несчастную девушку, но вскоре погибает и сам. Монксу приходится открыть свои грязные тайны, смириться с утратой наследства и уехать в Америку, где он умрёт в тюрьме. Феджин попадает на виселицу. Оливер счастливо живёт в доме своего спасителя мистера Браунлоу.

Оливер Твист - мальчик, мать которого умерла при родах в работном доме. Он растёт в сиротском приюте при местном приходе, средства которого крайне скудны. Голодающие сверстники заставляют его попросить добавки к обеду. За эту строптивость начальство сбывает его в контору гробовщика, где Оливер подвергается издевательствам старшего подмастерья. После драки с подмастерьем Оливер бежит в Лондон, где попадает в шайку юного карманника по прозвищу Ловкий Плут. Логовом преступников верховодит хитрый и коварный еврей Феджин (Фейгин). Туда же наведывается хладнокровный убийца и грабитель Билл Сайкс. Его 17-летняя подружка Нэнси видит в Оливере родственную душу и проявляет к нему доброту. В планы преступников входит обучение Оливера ремеслу карманника, однако после сорвавшегося ограбления мальчик попадает в дом добродетельного джентльмена - мистера Браунлоу, который со временем начинает подозревать, что Оливер - сын его друга. Сайкс и Нэнси возвращают Оливера в мир преступного подполья с тем, чтобы он принял участие в ограблении. Как выясняется, за Феджином стоит Монкс - сводный брат Оливера, который пытается лишить его наследства. После очередной неудачи преступников Оливер попадает сначала в дом мисс Роз Мейли, в конце книги оказывающейся тётей героя. К ним приходит Нэнси с известием о том, что Монкс и Феджин не расстаются с надеждой выкрасть или убить Оливера. И с такой новостью Роз Мейли едет в дом мистера Браунлоу, чтобы разрешить с его помощью эту ситуацию. Затем Оливер возвращается к мистеру Браунлоу. О визитах Нэнси к мистеру Браунлоу становится известно Сайксу. В припадке гнева злодей убивает несчастную девушку, но вскоре погибает и сам. Монксу приходится открыть свои грязные тайны, смириться с утратой наследства и уехать в Америку, где он умрёт в тюрьме. Феджин попадает на виселицу. Оливер счастливо живёт в доме своего спасителя мистера Браунлоу. Oliver Twist - a boy whose mother died in childbirth in the workhouse . He grows up in an orphanage in the local parish , whose funds are scarce . Starving peers make him ask for supplements to dinner. For this obstinacy sells his superiors in the undertaker "s office , where Oliver is being bullied senior apprentice . After a fight with a journeyman Oliver flees to London where he gets into a gang of young pickpockets , known as the Artful Dodger . Den of criminals bosses cunning and wily Fagin the Jew (Feigin) . There also visited by a cold-blooded murderer and robber Bill Sykes . His 17 -year-old girlfriend Nancy Oliver sees a kindred spirit and shows him kindness. The plans include the training of offenders Oliver craft pickpocket , but after the boy gets lost by- robbery in the house of a virtuous gentleman - Mr. Brownlow , who eventually begins to suspect that Oliver - the son of his friend . Sykes and Nancy Oliver"s return to the world of the criminal underground , so that he took part in the robbery . As it turns out , is for Fagin Monks - half-brother Oliver, who is trying to deprive him of his inheritance . After another failure criminals Oliver first enters the house Miss Rose Meili , at the end of the book turns out to be the aunt of the hero. They Nancy comes with the news that Monks and Fagin not give up the hope to steal or kill Oliver . And with the news of Roses Meili goes to the house of Mr. Brownlow , to resolve with the help of this situation. Oliver then returned to Mr. Brownlow . About Nancy visits to Mr. Brownlow learns Sykes . In a fit of anger villain kills the unfortunate girl , but soon killed himself . Monks have to open up their dirty secrets come to terms with the loss of inheritance and go to America , where he would die in prison. Fagin goes to the gallows. Oliver happily lives in the house his savior Mr Brownlow .

"Wolves tear your throats!" muttered Sikes, grinding his teeth. "I wish I was among some of you; you"d howl the hoarser for it."

As Sikes growled forth this imprecation, with the most desperate ferocity that his desperate nature was capable of, he rested the body of the wounded boy across his bended knee; and turned his head, for an instant, to look back at his pursuers.

There was little to be made out, in the mist and darkness; but the loud shouting of men vibrated through the air, and the barking of the neighbouring dogs, roused by the sound of the alarm bell, resounded in every direction.

"Stop, you white-livered hound!" cried the robber, shouting after Toby Crackit, who, making the best use of his long legs, was already ahead. "Stop!"

The repetition of the word, brought Toby to a dead stand-still. For he was not quite satisfied that he was beyond the range of pistol-shot; and Sikes was in no mood to be played with.

"Bear a hand with the boy," cried Sikes, beckoning furiously to his confederate. "Come back!"

Toby made a show of returning; but ventured, in a low voice, broken for want of breath, to intimate considerable reluctance as he came slowly along.

"Quicker!" cried Sikes, laying the boy in a dry ditch at his feet, and drawing a pistol from his pocket. "Don"t play booty with me."

At this moment the noise grew louder. Sikes, again looking round, could discern that the men who had given chase were already climbing the gate of the field in which he stood; and that a couple of dogs were some paces in advance of them.

"It"s all up, Bill!" cried Toby; "drop the kid, and show "em your heels." With this parting advice, Mr. Crackit, preferring the chance of being shot by his friend, to the certainty of being taken by his enemies, fairly turned tail, and darted off at full speed. Sikes clenched his teeth; took one look around; threw over the prostrate form of Oliver, the cape in which he had been hurriedly muffled; ran along the front of the hedge, as if to distract the attention of those behind, from the spot where the boy lay; paused, for a second, before another hedge which met it at right angles; and whirling his pistol high into the air, cleared it at a bound, and was gone.

"Ho, ho, there!" cried a tremulous voice in the rear. "Pincher! Neptune! Come here, come here!"

The dogs, who, in common with their masters, seemed to have no particular relish for the sport in which they were engaged, readily answered to the command. Three men, who had by this time advanced some distance into the field, stopped to take counsel together.

"My advice, or, leastways, I should say, my _orders_, is," said the fattest man of the party, "that we "mediately go home again."

"I am agreeable to anything which is agreeable to Mr. Giles," said a shorter man; who was by no means of a slim figure, and who was very pale in the face, and very polite: as frightened men frequently are.

"I shouldn"t wish to appear ill-mannered, gentlemen," said the third, who had called the dogs back, "Mr. Giles ought to know."

"Certainly," replied the shorter man; "and whatever Mr. Giles says, it isn"t our place to contradict him. No, no, I know my sitiwation! Thank my stars, I know my sitiwation." To tell the truth, the little man _did_ seem to know his situation, and to know perfectly well that it was by no means a desirable one; for his teeth chattered in his head as he spoke.

"You are afraid, Brittles," said Mr. Giles.

"I an"t," said Brittles.

"You are," said Giles.

"You"re a falsehood, Mr. Giles," said Brittles.

"You"re a lie, Brittles," said Mr. Giles.

Now, these four retorts arose from Mr. Giles"s taunt; and Mr. Giles"s taunt had arisen from his indignation at having the responsibility of going home again, imposed upon himself under cover of a compliment. The third man brought the dispute to a close, most philosophically.

"I"ll tell you what it is, gentlemen," said he, "we"re all afraid."

"Speak for yourself, sir," said Mr. Giles, who was the palest of the party.

"So I do," replied the man. "It"s natural and proper to be afraid, under such circumstances. I am."

"So am I," said Brittles; "only there"s no call to tell a man he is, so bounceably."

These frank admissions softened Mr. Giles, who at once owned that _he_ was afraid; upon which, they all three faced about, and ran back again with the completest unanimity, until Mr. Giles (who had the shortest wind of the party, as was encumbered with a pitchfork) most handsomely insisted on stopping, to make an apology for his hastiness of speech.

"But it"s wonderful," said Mr. Giles, when he had explained, "what a man will do, when his blood is up. I should have committed murder--I know I should--if we"d caught one of them rascals."

As the other two were impressed with a similar presentiment; and as their blood, like his, had all gone down again; some speculation ensued upon the cause of this sudden change in their temperament.

"I know what it was," said Mr. Giles; "it was the gate."

"I shouldn"t wonder if it was," exclaimed Brittles, catching at the idea.

"You may depend upon it," said Giles, "that that gate stopped the flow of the excitement. I felt all mine suddenly going away, as I was climbing over it."

By a remarkable coincidence, the other two had been visited with the same unpleasant sensation at that precise moment. It was quite obvious, therefore, that it was the gate; especially as there was no doubt regarding the time at which the change had taken place, because all three remembered that they had come in sight of the robbers at the instant of its occurance.

This dialogue was held between the two men who had surprised the burglars, and a travelling tinker who had been sleeping in an outhouse, and who had been roused, together with his two mongrel curs, to join in the pursuit. Mr. Giles acted in the double capacity of butler and steward to the old lady of the mansion; Brittles was a lad of all-work: who, having entered her service a mere child, was treated as a promising young boy still, though he was something past thirty.

Encouraging each other with such converse as this; but, keeping very close together, notwithstanding, and looking apprehensively round, whenever a fresh gust rattled through the boughs; the three men hurried back to a tree, behind which they had left their lantern, lest its light should inform the thieves in what direction to fire. Catching up the light, they made the best of their way home, at a good round trot; and long after their dusky forms had ceased to be discernible, the light might have been seen twinkling and dancing in the distance, like some exhalation of the damp and gloomy atmosphere through which it was swiftly borne.

The air grew colder, as day came slowly on; and the mist rolled along the ground like a dense cloud of smoke. The grass was wet; the pathways, and low places, were all mire and water; the damp breath of an unwholesome wind went languidly by, with a hollow moaning. Still, Oliver lay motionless and insensible on the spot where Sikes had left him.

Morning drew on apace. The air become more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue--the death of night, rather than the birth of day--glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes. The rain came down, thick and fast, and pattered noisily among the leafless bushes. But, Oliver felt it not, as it beat against him; for he still lay stretched, helpless and unconscious, on his bed of clay.

At length, a low cry of pain broke the stillness that prevailed; and uttering it, the boy awoke. His left arm, rudely bandaged in a shawl, hung heavy and useless at his side; the bandage was saturated with blood. He was so weak, that he could scarcely raise himself into a sitting posture; when he had done so, he looked feebly round for help, and groaned with pain. Trembling in every joint, from cold and exhaustion, he made an effort to stand upright; but, shuddering from head to foot, fell prostrate on the ground.

After a short return of the stupor in which he had been so long plunged, Oliver: urged by a creeping sickness at his heart, which seemed to warn him that if he lay there, he must surely die: got upon his feet, and essayed to walk. His head was dizzy, and he staggered to and fro like a drunken man. But he kept up, nevertheless, and, with his head drooping languidly on his breast, went stumbling onward, he knew not whither.

And now, hosts of bewildering and confused ideas came crowding on his mind. He seemed to be still walking between Sikes and Crackit, who were angrily disputing--for the very words they said, sounded in his ears; and when he caught his own attention, as it were, by making some violent effort to save himself from falling, he found that he was talking to them. Then, he was alone with Sikes, plodding on as on the previous day; and as shadowy people passed them, he felt the robber"s grasp upon his wrist. Suddenly, he started back at the report of firearms; there rose into the air, loud cries and shouts; lights gleamed before his eyes; all was noise and tumult, as some unseen hand bore him hurriedly away. Through all these rapid visions, there ran an undefined, uneasy consciousness of pain, which wearied and tormented him incessantly.

Thus he staggered on, creeping, almost mechanically, between the bars of gates, or through hedge-gaps as they came in his way, until he reached a road. Here the rain began to fall so heavily, that it roused him.

He looked about, and saw that at no great distance there was a house, which perhaps he could reach. Pitying his condition, they might have compassion on him; and if they did not, it would be better, he thought, to die near human beings, than in the lonely open fields. He summoned up all his strength for one last trial, and bent his faltering steps towards it.

As he drew nearer to this house, a feeling come over him that he had seen it before. He remembered nothing of its details; but the shape and aspect of the building seemed familiar to him.

That garden wall! On the grass inside, he had fallen on his knees last night, and prayed the two men"s mercy. It was the very house they had attempted to rob.

Oliver felt such fear come over him when he recognised the place, that, for the instant, he forgot the agony of his wound, and thought only of flight. Flight! He could scarcely stand: and if he were in full possession of all the best powers of his slight and youthful frame, whither could he fly? He pushed against the garden-gate; it was unlocked, and swung open on its hinges. He tottered across the lawn; climbed the steps; knocked faintly at the door; and, his whole strength failing him, sunk down against one of the pillars of the little portico.

It happened that about this time, Mr. Giles, Brittles, and the tinker, were recruiting themselves, after the fatigues and terrors of the night, with tea and sundries, in the kitchen. Not that it was Mr. Giles"s habit to admit to too great familiarity the humbler servants: towards whom it was rather his wont to deport himself with a lofty affability, which, while it gratified, could not fail to remind them of his superior position in society. But, death, fires, and burglary, make all men equals; so Mr. Giles sat with his legs stretched out before the kitchen fender, leaning his left arm on the table, while, with his right, he illustrated a circumstantial and minute account of the robbery, to which his bearers (but especially the cook and housemaid, who were of the party) listened with breathless interest.

"It was about half-past two," said Mr. Giles, "or I wouldn"t swear that it mightn"t have been a little nearer three, when I woke up, and, turning round in my bed, as it might be so, (here Mr. Giles turned round in his chair, and pulled the corner of the table-cloth over him to imitate bed-clothes,) I fancied I heerd a noise."

At this point of the narrative the cook turned pale, and asked the housemaid to shut the door: who asked Brittles, who asked the tinker, who pretended not to hear.

"--Heerd a noise," continued Mr. Giles. "I says, at first, "This is illusion"; and was composing myself off to sleep, when I heerd the noise again, distinct."

"What sort of a noise?" asked the cook.

"A kind of a busting noise," replied Mr. Giles, looking round him.

"More like the noise of powdering a iron bar on a nutmeg-grater," suggested Brittles.

"It was, when _you_ heerd it, sir," rejoined Mr. Giles; "but, at this time, it had a busting sound. I turned down the clothes"; continued Giles, rolling back the table-cloth, "sat up in bed; and listened."

The cook and housemaid simultaneously ejaculated "Lor!" and drew their chairs closer together.

"I heerd it now, quite apparent," resumed Mr. Giles. ""Somebody," I says, "is forcing of a door, or window; what"s to be done? I"ll call up that poor lad, Brittles, and save him from being murdered in his bed; or his throat," I says, "may be cut from his right ear to his left, without his ever knowing it.""

Here, all eyes were turned upon Brittles, who fixed his upon the speaker, and stared at him, with his mouth wide open, and his face expressive of the most unmitigated horror.

"I tossed off the clothes," said Giles, throwing away the table-cloth, and looking very hard at the cook and housemaid, "got softly out of bed; drew on a pair of--"

"Ladies present, Mr. Giles," murmured the tinker.

"--Of _shoes_, sir," said Giles, turning upon him, and laying great emphasis on the word; "seized the loaded pistol that always goes upstairs with the plate-basket; and walked on tiptoes to his room. "Brittles," I says, when I had woke him, "don"t be frightened!""

"So you did," observed Brittles, in a low voice.

""We"re dead men, I think, Brittles," I says," continued Giles; ""but don"t be frightened.""

"_Was_ he frightened?" asked the cook.

"Not a bit of it," replied Mr. Giles. "He was as firm--ah! pretty near as firm as I was."

"I should have died at once, I"m sure, if it had been me," observed the housemaid.

"You"re a woman," retorted Brittles, plucking up a little.

"Brittles is right," said Mr. Giles, nodding his head, approvingly; "from a woman, nothing else was to be expected. We, being men, took a dark lantern that was standing on Brittle"s hob, and groped our way downstairs in the pitch dark,--as it might be so."

Mr. Giles had risen from his seat, and taken two steps with his eyes shut, to accompany his description with appropriate action, when he started violently, in common with the rest of the company, and hurried back to his chair. The cook and housemaid screamed.

"It was a knock," said Mr. Giles, assuming perfect serenity. "Open the door, somebody."

"It seems a strange sort of a thing, a knock coming at such a time in the morning," said Mr. Giles, surveying the pale faces which surrounded him, and looking very blank himself; "but the door must be opened. Do you hear, somebody?"

Mr. Giles, as he spoke, looked at Brittles; but that young man, being naturally modest, probably considered himself nobody, and so held that the inquiry could not have any application to him; at all events, he tendered no reply. Mr. Giles directed an appealing glance at the tinker; but he had suddenly fallen asleep. The women were out of the question.

"If Brittles would rather open the door, in the presence of witnesses," said Mr. Giles, after a short silence, "I am ready to make one."

"So am I," said the tinker, waking up, as suddenly as he had fallen asleep.

Brittles capitulated on these terms; and the party being somewhat re-assured by the discovery (made on throwing open the shutters) that it was now broad day, took their way upstairs; with the dogs in front. The two women, who were afraid to stay below, brought up the rear. By the advice of Mr. Giles, they all talked very loud, to warn any evil-disposed person outside, that they were strong in numbers; and by a master-stoke of policy, originating in the brain of the same ingenious gentleman, the dogs" tails were well pinched, in the hall, to make them bark savagely.

These precautions having been taken, Mr. Giles held on fast by the tinker"s arm (to prevent his running away, as he pleasantly said), and gave the word of command to open the door. Brittles obeyed; the group, peeping timorously over each other"s shoulders, beheld no more formidable object than poor little Oliver Twist, speechless and exhausted, who raised his heavy eyes, and mutely solicited their compassion.

"A boy!" exclaimed Mr. Giles, valiantly, pushing the tinker into the background. "What"s the matter with the--eh?--Why--Brittles--look here--don"t you know?"

Brittles, who had got behind the door to open it, no sooner saw Oliver, than he uttered a loud cry. Mr. Giles, seizing the boy by one leg and one arm (fortunately not the broken limb) lugged him straight into the hall, and deposited him at full length on the floor thereof.

"Here he is!" bawled Giles, calling in a state of great excitement, up the staircase; "here"s one of the thieves, ma"am! Here"s a thief, miss! Wounded, miss! I shot him, miss; and Brittles held the light."

"--In a lantern, miss," cried Brittles, applying one hand to the side of his mouth, so that his voice might travel the better.

The two women-servants ran upstairs to carry the intelligence that Mr. Giles had captured a robber; and the tinker busied himself in endeavouring to restore Oliver, lest he should die before he could be hanged. In the midst of all this noise and commotion, there was heard a sweet female voice, which quelled it in an instant.

"Giles!" whispered the voice from the stair-head.

"I"m here, miss," replied Mr. Giles. "Don"t be frightened, miss; I ain"t much injured. He didn"t make a very desperate resistance, miss! I was soon too many for him."

"Hush!" replied the young lady; "you frighten my aunt as much as the thieves did. Is the poor creature much hurt?"

"Wounded desperate, miss," replied Giles, with indescribable complacency.

"He looks as if he was a-going, miss," bawled Brittles, in the same manner as before. "Wouldn"t you like to come and look at him, miss, in case he should?"

"Hush, pray; there"s a good man!" rejoined the lady. "Wait quietly only one instant, while I speak to aunt."

With a footstep as soft and gentle as the voice, the speaker tripped away. She soon returned, with the direction that the wounded person was to be carried, carefully, upstairs to Mr. Giles"s room; and that Brittles was to saddle the pony and betake himself instantly to Chertsey: from which place, he was to despatch, with all speed, a constable and doctor.

"But won"t you take one look at him, first, miss?" asked Mr. Giles, with as much pride as if Oliver were some bird of rare plumage, that he had skilfully brought down. "Not one little peep, miss?"

"Not now, for the world," replied the young lady. "Poor fellow! Oh! treat him kindly, Giles for my sake!"

The old servant looked up at the speaker, as she turned away, with a glance as proud and admiring as if she had been his own child. Then, bending over Oliver, he helped to carry him upstairs, with the care and solicitude of a woman.

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OLIVER TWIST

OR

THE PARISH BOY"S PROGRESS

BY

CHARLES DICKENS