。， 'There was two of 'em in it,' continued Blathers; 'and they had aboy with 'em; that's plain from the size of the window. That'sall to be said at present. We'll see this lad that you've gotupstairs at once, if you please.'
。， 'You are quite certain? There is no possibility of any mistakeon your part, my boy, is there?' demanded the gentleman in atremulous voice. 'Do not deceive me, by awakening hopes that arenot to be fulfilled.'
As Oliver knew the name of the street in which Mr. Brownlowresided, they were enabled to drive straight thither. When thecoach turned into it, his heart beat so violently, that he couldscarcely draw his breath.。， When he reached home Mrs. Maylie was sitting in the littleparlour. Oliver's heart sand at sight of her; for she had neverleft the bedside of her niece; and he trembled to think whatchange could have driven her away. He learnt that she had falleninto a deep sleep, from which she would waken, either to recoveryand life, or to bid them farewell, and die.
'You believe it, surely?' interrupted Rose.。， 'Get out!' retorted Mr. Blathers; 'I know better. Do you mindthat time when Conkey was robbed of his money, though? What astart that was! Better than any novel-book _I_ ever see!'
One beautiful evening, when the first shades of twilight werebeginning to settle upon the earth, Oliver sat at this window,intent upon his books. He had been poring over them for sometime; and, as the day had been uncommonly sultry, and he hadexerted himself a great deal, it it no disparagement to theauthors, whoever they may have been, to say, that gradually andby slow degrees, he fell asleep.。， 'This is strange!' said Harry.
The conference was a long one. Oliver told them all his simplehistory, and was often compelled to stop, by pain and want ofstrength. It was a solemn thing, to hear, in the darkened room,the feeble voice of the sick child recounting a weary catalogueof evils and calamities which hard men had brought upon him. Oh!if when we oppress and grind our fellow-creatures, we bestowedbut one thought on the dark evidences of human error, which, likedense and heavy clouds, are rising, slowly it is true, but notless surely, to Heaven, to pour their after-vengeance on ourheads; if we heard but one instant, in imagination, the deeptestimony of dead men's voices, which no power can stifle, and nopride shut out; where would be the injury and injustice, thesuffering, misery, cruelty, and wrong, that each day's lifebrings with it!。， 'Will you?' sneered the ill-favoured cripple. 'If you ever wantme, I'm here. I haven't lived here mad and all alone, forfive-and-twenty years, to be scared by you. You shall pay forthis; you shall pay for this.' And so saying, the mis-shapenlittle demon set up a yell, and danced upon the ground, as ifwild with rage.
When the inmates of the house, attracted by Oliver's cries,hurried to the spot from which they proceeded, they found him,pale and agitated, pointing in the direction of the meadowsbehind the house, and scarcely able to articulate the words, 'TheJew! the Jew!'。， 'I hear you,' said the doctor, giving his captive a hearty shake.
'So-so'; returned the doctor. 'I am afraid you have got yourselfinto a scrape there, Mr. Giles.'。， The two gentlemen watched Oliver's earnest face, as he spoke, andlooking from him to each other, seemed to fell satisfied of theaccuracy of what he said. Still, in no direction were there anyappearances of the trampling of men in hurried flight. The grasswas long; but it was trodden down nowhere, save where their ownfeet had crushed it. The sides and brinks of the ditches were ofdamp clay; but in no one place could they discern the print ofmen's shoes, or the slightest mark which would indicate that anyfeet had pressed the ground for hours before.
。， Giles followed as well as he could; and Oliver followed too; andin the course of a minute or two, Mr. Losberne, who had been outwalking, and just then returned, tumbled over the hedge afterthem, and picking himself up with more agility than he could havebeen supposed to possess, struck into the same course at nocontemptible speed, shouting all the while, most prodigiously, toknow what was the matter.