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Updated: September 2, 2025
'I am afraid you have got yourself into a scrape there, Mr. Giles. 'I hope you don't mean to say, sir, said Mr. Giles, trembling, 'that he's going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn't cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir. 'That's not the point, said the doctor, mysteriously. 'Mr. Giles, are you a Protestant?
'A kind of a busting noise, replied Mr. Giles, looking round him. 'More like the noise of powdering a iron bar on a nutmeg-grater, suggested Brittles. 'It was, when you heerd it, sir, rejoined Mr. Giles; 'but, at this time, it had a busting sound. I turned down the clothes'; continued Giles, rolling back the table-cloth, 'sat up in bed; and listened.
In a lantern, miss, cried Brittles, applying one hand to the side of his mouth, so that his voice might travel the better. The two women-servants ran upstairs to carry the intelligence that Mr. Giles had captured a robber; and the tinker busied himself in endeavouring to restore Oliver, lest he should die before he could be hanged.
Brittles obeyed; the group, peeping timorously over each other's shoulders, beheld no more formidable object than poor little Oliver Twist, speechless and exhausted, who raised his heavy eyes, and mutely solicited their compassion. 'A boy! exclaimed Mr. Giles, valiantly, pushing the tinker into the background. 'What's the matter with the eh? Why Brittles look here don't you know?
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