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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.
'The Bow Street officers, sir, replied Brittles, taking up a candle; 'me and Mr. Giles sent for 'em this morning. 'What? cried the doctor. 'Yes, replied Brittles; 'I sent a message up by the coachman, and I only wonder they weren't here before, sir. 'You did, did you? Then confound your slow coaches down here; that's all, said the doctor, walking away.
Of shoes, sir, said Giles, turning upon him, and laying great emphasis on the word; 'seized the loaded pistol that always goes upstairs with the plate-basket; and walked on tiptoes to his room. "Brittles," I says, when I had woke him, "don't be frightened!" 'So you did, observed Brittles, in a low voice.
I ask you again," thundered the doctor, "are you, on your solemn oaths, able to identify that boy?" Of course, under these circumstances, as Mr. Giles and Brittles couldn't identify the boy, the constable retired, and the attempted robbery was followed by no arrests. Oliver Twist grew up in the peaceful and happy home of Mrs. Maylie, under the tender affection of two good women. Later on, Mr.
Giles, as he spoke, looked at Brittles; but that young man, being naturally modest, probably considered himself nobody, and so held that the inquiry could not have any application to him; at all events, he tendered no reply. Mr. Giles directed an appealing glance at the tinker; but he had suddenly fallen asleep. The women were out of the question.
'You are as great a boy as poor Brittles himself, returned Rose, blushing. 'Well, said the doctor, laughing heartily, 'that is no very difficult matter. But to return to this boy. The great point of our agreement is yet to come.
Giles, who was the palest of the party. 'So I do, replied the man. 'It's natural and proper to be afraid, under such circumstances. I am. 'So am I, said Brittles; 'only there's no call to tell a man he is, so bounceably. These frank admissions softened Mr.
Brittles, being called in, involved himself and his respected superior in such a wonderful maze of fresh contradictions and impossibilities, as tended to throw no particular light on anything, but the fact of his own strong mystification; except, indeed, his declarations that he shouldn't know the real boy, if he were put before him that instant; that he had only taken Oliver to be he, because Mr.
Giles's room; and that Brittles was to saddle the pony and betake himself instantly to Chertsey: from which place, he was to despatch, with all speed, a constable and doctor. 'But won't you take one look at him, first, miss? asked Mr. Giles, with as much pride as if Oliver were some bird of rare plumage, that he had skilfully brought down. 'Not one little peep, miss?
As the other two were impressed with a similar presentiment; and as their blood, like his, had all gone down again; some speculation ensued upon the cause of this sudden change in their temperament. 'I know what it was, said Mr. Giles; 'it was the gate. 'I shouldn't wonder if it was, exclaimed Brittles, catching at the idea.
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