It was a cold, dark night. The stars seemed, to the boy's eyes,farther from the earth than he had ever seen them before; therewas no wind; and the sombre shadows thrown by the trees upon theground, looked sepulchral and death-like, from being so still.He softly reclosed the door. Having availed himself of theexpiring light of the candle to tie up in a handkerchief the fewarticles of wearing apparel he had, sat himself down upon abench, to wait for morning.。，
The man's face was thin and very pale; his hair and beard weregrizzly; his eyes were blookshot. The old woman's face waswrinkled; her two remaining teeth protruded over her under lip;and her eyes were bright and piercing. Oliver was afriad to lookat either her or the man. They seemed so like the rats he hadseen outside.。， 'Yes, sir,' replied Noah. 'And please, sir, missis wants to knowwhether Mr. Bumble can spare time to step up there, directly, andflog him-- 'cause master's out.'
It chanced one morning, while Oliver's affairs were in thisauspicious and confortable state, that Mr. Gamfield,chimney-sweep, went his way down the High Street, deeplycogitating in his mind his ways and means of paying certainarrears of rent, for which his landlord had become ratherpressing. Mr. Gamfield's most sanguine estimate of his financescould not raise them within full five pounds of the desiredamount; and, in a species of arthimetical desperation, he wasalternately cudgelling his brains and his donkey, when passingthe workhouse, his eyes encountered the bill on the gate.。， The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. Hegazed in stupified astonishment on the small rebel for someseconds, and then clung for support to the copper. Theassistants were paralysed with wonder; the boys with fear.
He reached the house. There was no appearance of its inmatesstirring at that early hour. Oliver stopped, and peeped into thegarden. A child was weeding one of the little beds; as hestopped, he raised his pale face and disclosed the features ofone of his former companions. Oliver felt glad to see him,before he went; for, though younger than himself, he had been hislittle friend and playmate. They had been beaten, and starved,and shut up together, many and many a time.。， OLIVER TWISTOR THE PARISH BOY'S PROGRESS
The donkey was in a state of profound abstraction: wondering,probably, whether he was destined to be regaled with acabbage-stalk or two when he had disposed of the two sacks ofsoot with which the little cart was laden; so, without noticingthe word of command, he jogged onward.。，
，。， The terrified children cried bitterly; but the old woman, who hadhitherto remained as quiet as if she had been wholly deaf to allthat passed, menaced them into silence. Having unloosened thecravat of the man who still remained extended on the ground, shetottered towards the undertaker.