'It was all Mrs. Bumble. She WOULD do it,' urged Mr. Bumble;first looking round to ascertain that his partner had left theroom.。， The day passed off. Day? There was no day; it was gone as soonas come--and night came on again; night so long, and yet soshort; long in its dreadful silence, and short in its fleetinghours. At one time he raved and blasphemed; and at anotherhowled and tore his hair. Venerable men of his own persuasionhad come to pray beside him, but he had driven them away withcurses. They renewed their charitable efforts, and he beat themoff.
There had been something so tremendous in the shrinking off ofthe three, that the wretched man was willing to propitiate eventhis lad. Accordingly he nodded, and made as though he wouldshake hands with him.。，
'Then spare my life for the love of Heaven, as I spared yours,'rejoined the girl, clinging to him. 'Bill, dear Bill, you cannothave the heart to kill me. Oh! think of all I have given up,only this one night, for you. You SHALL have time to think, andsave yourself this crime; I will not loose my hold, you cannotthrow me off. Bill, Bill, for dear God's sake, for your own, formine, stop before you spill my blood! I have been true to you,upon my guilty soul I have!'。， 'When I last heard, he had not been taken, but he will be, or is,by this time. They're sure of him.'
Not a word had been exchanged. He looked from one to another insilence. If an eye were furtively raised and met his, it wasinstantly averted. When his hollow voice broke silence, they allthree started. They seemed never to have heard its tones before.。， CHAPTER LII
'If you insist upon that, I'll do that also,' replied Monks.。， 'The child,' replied Monks, 'when her father died in a strangeplace, in a strange name, without a letter, book, or scrap ofpaper that yielded the faintest clue by which his friends orrelatives could be traced--the child was taken by some wretchedcottagers, who reared it as their own.'
'How came that dog here?' he asked.。， 'Nothing,' replied Mr. Brownlow, 'nothing to you. But it wasHERS, and even at this distance of time brings back to me, an oldman, the glow and thrill which I once felt, only to hear itrepeated by a stranger. I am very glad you have changedit--very--very.'
，。， 'Not aunt,' cried Oliver, throwing his arms about her neck; 'I'llnever call her aunt--sister, my own dear sister, that somethingtaught my heart to love so dearly from the first! Rose, dear,darling Rose!'