。， The coach rolled on. It stopped. No; that was the wrong house;the next door. It went on a few paces, and stopped again.Oliver looked up at the windows, with tears of happy expectationcoursing down his face.
'Here's the house broken into,' said the doctor, 'and a couple ofmen catch one moment's glimpse of a boy, in the midst ofgunpowder smoke, and in all the distraction of alarm anddarkness. Here's a boy comes to that very same house, nextmorning, and because he happens to have his arm tied up, thesemen lay violent hands upon him--by doing which, they place hislife in great danger--and swear he is the thief. Now, thequestion is, whether these men are justified by the fact; if not,in what situation do they place themselves?'。， It was almost too much happiness to bear. Oliver felt stunnedand stupefied by the unexpected intelligence; he could not weep,or speak, or rest. He had scarcely the power of understandinganything that had passed, until, after a long ramble in the quietevening air, a burst of tears came to his relief, and he seemedto awaken, all at once, to a full sense of the joyful change thathad occurred, and the almost insupportable load of anguish whichhad been taken from his breast.
'It seems a strange sort of a thing, a knock coming at such atime in the morning,' said Mr. Giles, surveying the pale faceswhich surrounded him, and looking very blank himself; 'but thedoor must be opened. Do you hear, somebody?'。，
'He!' the other man seemed to answer; 'could I mistake him, thinkyou? If a crowd of ghosts were to put themselves into his exactshape, and he stood amongst them, there is something that wouldtell me how to point him out. If you buried him fifty feet deep,and took me across his grave, I fancy I should know, if therewasn't a mark above it, that he lay buried there?'。，
She was busily engaged in the little offices of the table.Chancing to raise her eyes as the elder lady was regarding her,she playfully put back her hair, which was simply braided on herforehead; and threw into her beaming look, such an expression ofaffection and artless loveliness, that blessed spirits might havesmiled to look upon her.。，
'One word more, Rose. Dearest Rose! one more!' cried Harry,throwing himself before her. 'If I had been less--lessfortunate, the world would call it--if some obscure and peacefullife had been my destiny--if I had been poor, sick,helpless--would you have turned from me then? Or has my probableadvancement to riches and honour, given this scruple birth?'。，