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rket at Smithfield; O liver was amazed by the sight and smells of so many animals; and by the huge crowds of people; all pushing and swearing and shouting。 But Bill Sikes marched on without stopping.

Later in the day They were given a lift in a horse and cart from west London out into the country。 Night fell; and after walking a few more miles down country roads; They finally arrived at an old house standing alone by a river。 It was dark and seemed to be empty They went inside without knocking。 

Inside were two other men; who; at Sikes command; produced food and drink for him and the boy。 The n Sikes told O liver to get some sleep as They would be going out again later that night。 O liver still had no idea of the purpose of this expedition; but his head  ached with tiredness and he soon fell asleep。 

At half past one the men got up and checked their equipment; gathering several sticks as well。 Sikes and the man called Toby left the house togethe r; with O liver walking between the m。 The re was now a thick fog and the night was very still as They hurried through the deserted streets of the nearby town。 Out in the country again; They walked down several small roads until finally They stopped at a house surrounded by a high wall。 As quick as lightning; Toby climbed up and   pulled   O liver   after   him。 Inside the garden; They crept towards the house; and now; for the first time; O liver realized in horror that the purpose of the expedition was robbery; and maybe even murder。 

Bill Sikes broke open a small window at the back of the house; the n shone his light into O liver's face。 

'Now listen。 I'm going to put you through here.Go straight through into the hall and on to the front door; and let us in。  And if you don't; you can be sure I'll shoot you.' 

O liver; stupid with terror; was lifted through the window into the house。 Desperately; he decided to try to run upstairs and warn the family。 He began to creep forwards。 

Suddenly; the re was a loud noise from the hall。 

'Come back! ' shouted Sikes。 'Back! Back! '

O liver stood still; frozen with fear。 A light appeared; the n two men on the stairs; the m a sudden bright flash; and a loud bang。 O liver staggered back。 Sikes seized the boy's collar through the window and pulled him back out into the garden。 

'They've  hit  him! '  shouted  Sikes。 'He's  bleeding。 '

A bell  rang loudly; above the noise of more gunshots and the shouts of men。 O liver felt himself being carried across rough ground; and the n he saw and heard no  more 



 



8  After the robbery

  

The night was bitterly cold。 A sharp wind whipped the fallen snow up into the air and blew it into every hole and corner。 It was a night for the homeless to lie down and die; and  for  luckier  people  to  sit  close  to  their  fires  and  thank God They were at home。 

In the workhouse where O liver was born; Mrs Corney …the widow in charge… was making tea by her fire。 When she heard a knock at her door; she frowned and called out sharply; 'Come in。 ' The frown; however; was quickly changed to a sweet smile when she saw Mr Bumble enter。 

'Hard weather; Mr Bumble; 'said the widow。 

'Yes; indeed; ma'am; ' replied the beadle。 'We've had to give out to the poor people in this town great quantities of bread and cheese today; and They' re still complaining。  Why; one man even came back and demanded some free fire…wood! 

What does he want that for? People are never satisfied。  Give the m one thing today; and tomorrow They'll ask for something else! '

Mrs Corney agreed that it was very shocking。  They discussed some workhouse business togethe r; and the n Mr 

Bumble looked hopefully at the teapot。 Mrs Corney offered him some tea。 Instantly; Mr Bumble sat down by the fire and gave the widow such a warm smile that her face turned a delicate pink。 She passed Mr Bumble the tea-cup; and as he took it; he managed to give her hand  a little stroke。 'You're a kind-hearted woman; Mrs Corney; 'said the beadle。 

'Oh; Mr Bumble! 'said the widow; smiling shyly。 For a while the re was a friendly silence between the m; the n Mr Bumble moved his chair closer to the widow's。  Mrs Corney; of course; did not notice this; but when the beadle's arm began to slide around her waist; she felt she must make a small protest。 

Encouraged by this response; Mr Bumble immediately gave her a kiss; but at this interesting moment the re was a sudden knock at the door。 Mr Bumble jumped to his feet and went to the other end of the room。 

'Please; Mrs Corney; ' said a voice outside。 'Old Sally is going fast。 '

'Well; what can I do to help her? 'asked Mrs Corney angrily。 

'Nothing; ma'am; replied  the  old  woman  outside。 But she says she has something to tell you; which you must hear。 She won't die quietly till you come。 '

Complaining loudly; Mrs Corney asked Mr Bumble to wait until she came back。 The n she followed the old woman up the stairs。 

Old Sally lay in bed in a freezing cold room。  The fire was so  small and mean that it gave  no warmth at all。 

Mrs Corney bent over the bed; and the  dying  woman opened her  eyes。 'Come  closer; 'she  murmured。 'Let  me whisper in your ear。 ' She held onto Mrs Corney's arm and pulled her down towards her 'In this same room I once helped a pretty young woman who came in with cut and bleeding feet; who gave birth to a boy and the n died。 '

'Well? ' asked Mrs Corney impatiently。 

'I robbed her。 She was hardly dead before I stole it! '

'Stole what? '

'It! The only thing she had。  It was gold。 It could have saved her life! '

'Gold? Who was this mother? Tell me! '

'She told me to look after it when she died。 ' The old woman's mind was getting confused。 'She trusted me; poor girl; and I stole  it。 '

'Quick; tell  me or it may be too late! ' said Mrs Corney greedily。 ' What was it; and what was the boy's name? ' 

The old woman could hardly speak.'O liver。 The gold I stole was—'

'Yes; yes! What? '

The old woman fell back onto the bed; dead。 

Mrs Corney hurried back to her room; where Mr Bumble was still admiring her furniture and counting her silver tea…spoons。 They sat down again by the fire; and soon Mr Bumble's arm returned to its previous position round Mrs Corney's waist。 It was not long before he asked her to marry him; and the widow happily accepted him。 While They drank to celebrate the arrangement; Mrs Corney told Mr Bumble about old Sally's death; and the unknown gold object which she had stolen from the dead body of The young woman。 

After many expressions of undying love; Mr Bumble finally left the room and returned home; with bright visions of his future。 

While the se events were happening in the workhouse; the Artful Dodger and Charley Bates were playing cards in Fagin's house。 The Dodger; as usual; was winning easily; somehow; he always seemed to know exactly what cards the other players had in their hand s。  Suddenly the re was a faint ring on the bell downstairs; and Toby came in…the man who had gone with Bill Sikes and O liver to rob the house in Chertsey。 Fagin jumped to his feet。 

'Where are They? ' he screamed。 'Sikes and the boy! Where are They hiding? '

'We failed; ' said the robber。 

' What happened? '

'They fired and hit the boy。  We ran away with O liver between us; and They chased us with dogs。 '

'And the boy? What about the boy? 'gasped Fagin。 

'His head was hanging down; and he was cold。 We needed to go faster so we left him in a field; alive or dead That's all I know about him。 '

Fagin did not wait to hear any more。 He gave an angry scream; ran out of the house and hurried through the streets until he reached Bill Sikes' house. As he climbed the stairs; he thought; 'Well; Nancy; if  the re' s anything  going on here; I'll find out about it…however clever you are。 '

Nancy was alone upstairs in her room; her head on the table。 

'She's been drinking again; 'thought Fagin。 As he closed the door; she woke up。 He told her what had happened during the robbery; she said nothing and her head returned to the table。 'And where do you think the boy is now; my dear? 'Fagin asked her; trying hard to see her face。 'Poor little child! Left  alone  like  that.

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