oliver twist(雾都孤儿(孤星血泪))-第120章
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planting; fishing; carpentering; and various other pursuits of a
similar kind; all undertaken with his characteristic impetuosity;
and in each and all; he has since become famous throughout the
neighbourhood; as a most profound authority。
Before his removal; he had managed to contract a strong
friendship for Mr。 Grimwig; which that eccentric gentleman
cordially reciprocated。 He is accordingly visited by Mr。 Grimwig a
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great many times in the course of the year。 On all such occasions;
Mr。 Grimwig plants; fishes; and carpenters; with great ardour;
doing everything in a very singular and unprecedented manner;
but always maintaining with his favourite asseveration; that his
mode is the right one On Sundays; he never fails to criticise the
sermon to the young clergyman’s face; always informing Mr。
Losberne; in strict confidence afterwards; that he considers it an
excellent performance; but deems it as well not to say so。 It is a
standing and very favourite joke for Mr。 Brownlow to rally him on
his old prophecy concerning Oliver; and to remind him of the
night on which they sat with the watch between them; waiting his
return; but Mr。 Grimwig contends that he was right in the main;
and; in proof thereof; remarks that Oliver did not come back; after
all; which always calls forth a laugh on his side; and increases his
good…humour。
Mr。 Noah Claypole; receiving a free pardon from the Crown in
consequence of being admitted approver against Fagin; and
considering his profession not altogether as safe a one as he could
wish; was; for some little time; at a loss for the means of a
livelihood; not burdened with too much work。 After some
consideration; he went into business as an informer; in which
calling he realises a genteel subsistence。 His plan is to walk out
once a week during church time attended by Charlotte in
respectable attire。 The lady faints away at the doors of charitable
publicans; and the gentleman being accommodated with
threepennyworth of brandy to restore her; lays an information
next day; and pockets half the penalty。 Sometimes; Mr。 Claypole
faints himself; but the result is the same。
Mr。 and Mrs。 Bumble; deprived of their situations; were
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gradually reduced to great indigence and misery; and finally
became paupers in that very same workhouse in which they had
once lorded it over others。 Mr。 Bumble has been heard to say; that
in this reverse and degradation; he has not even spirits to be
thankful for being separated from his wife。
As to Mr。 Giles and Brittles; they still remain in their old posts;
although the former is bald; and the last…named boy quite grey。
They sleep at the parsonage; but divide their attentions so equally
among its inmates; and Oliver; and Mr。 Brownlow; and Mr。
Losberne; that to this day the villagers have never been able to
discover to which establishment they properly belong。
Master Charles Bates; appalled by Sikes’s crime; fell into a train
of reflection whether an honest life was not; after all; the best。
Arriving at the conclusion that it certainly was; he turned his back
upon the scenes of the past; resolved to amend it in some new
sphere of action。 He struggled hard; and suffered much; for some
time; but; having a contented disposition; and a good purpose;
succeeded in the end; and; from being a farmer’s drudge; and a
carrier’s lad; he is now the merriest young grazier in all
Northamptonshire。
And now; the hand that traces these words; falters; as it
approaches the conclusion of its task; and would weave; for a little
longer space; the threads of these adventures。
I would fain linger yet with a few of those among whom I have
so long moved; and share their happiness by endeavouring to
depict it。 I would show Rose Maylie in all the bloom and grace of
early womanhood; shedding on her secluded path in life soft and
gentle light; that fell on all who trod it with her; and shone into
their hearts。 I would paint her the life and joy of the fireside circle
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and the lively summer group; I would follow her through the
sultry fields at noon; and hear the low tones of her sweet voice in
the moonlit evening walk; I would watch her in all her goodness
and charity abroad; and the smiling; untiring discharge of
domestic duties at home; I would paint her and her dead sister’s
child happy in their love for one another; and passing whole hours
together in picturing the friends whom they had so sadly lost; I
would summon before me; once again; those joyous little faces that
clustered round her knee; and listen to their merry prattle; I would
recall the tones of that clear laugh; and conjure up the
sympathising tear that glistened in the soft blue eye。 These; and a
thousand looks and smiles; and turns of thought and speech—I
would fain recall them every one。
How Mr。 Brownlow went on; from day to day; filling the mind of
his adopted child with stores of knowledge; and becoming
attached to him; more and more; as his nature developed itself;
and showed the thriving seeds of all he wished him to become—
how he traced in him new traits of his early friend; that awakened
in his own bosom old remembrances; melancholy and yet sweet
and soothing—how the two orphans; tried by adversity;
remembered its lessons in mercy to others; and mutual love; and
fervent thanks to Him who had protected and preserved them—
these are all matters which need not be told。 I have said that they
were truly happy; and without strong affection and humanity of
heart; and gratitude to that Being whose code is Mercy; and whose
great attribute is Benevolence to all things that breathe; happiness
can never be attained。
Within the altar of the old village church there stands a white
marble tablet; which bears as yet but one word: “AGNES。” There
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is no coffin in that tomb; and may it be many; many years; before
another name is placed above it! But; if the spirits of the Dead ever
come back to earth; to visit spots hallowed by the love—the love
beyond the grave—of those whom they knew in life; I believe that
the shade of Agnes sometimes hovers round that solemn nook。 I
believe it none the less because that nook is in a church; and she
was weak and erring。
The End
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