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<h1>Oliver Twist</h1> <h4>OR</h4> <h3 class="no-break">THE PARISH BOY’S PROGRESS</h3> <h2 class="no-break">by Charles Dickens</h2> <hr /> <h2>Contents</h2> <table summary="" > <tr> <td>I  </td> <td> TREATS OF THE PLACE WHERE OLIVER TWIST WAS BORN AND OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES ATTENDING HIS BIRTH</td> </tr> <tr> <td>II  </td> <td> TREATS OF OLIVER TWIST’S GROWTH, EDUCATION, AND BOARD</td> </tr> <tr> <td>III  </td> <td> RELATES HOW OLIVER TWIST WAS VERY NEAR GETTING A PLACE WHICH WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN A SINECURE</td> </tr> <tr> <td>IV  </td> <td> OLIVER, BEING OFFERED ANOTHER PLACE, MAKES HIS FIRST ENTRY INTO PUBLIC LIFE</td> </tr> <tr> <td>V  </td> <td> OLIVER MINGLES WITH NEW ASSOCIATES. GOING TO A FUNERAL FOR THE FIRST TIME, HE FORMS AN UNFAVOURABLE NOTION OF HIS MASTER’S BUSINESS</td> </tr> <tr> <td>VI  </td> <td> OLIVER, BEING GOADED BY THE TAUNTS OF NOAH, ROUSES INTO ACTION, AND RATHER ASTONISHES HIM</td> </tr> <tr> <td>VII  </td> <td> OLIVER CONTINUES REFRACTORY</td> </tr> <tr> <td>VIII  </td> <td> OLIVER WALKS TO LONDON. HE ENCOUNTERS ON THE ROAD A STRANGE SORT OF YOUNG GENTLEMAN</td> </tr> <tr> <td>IX  </td> <td> CONTAINING FURTHER PARTICULARS CONCERNING THE PLEASANT OLD GENTLEMAN, AND HIS HOPEFUL PUPILS</td> </tr> <tr> <td>X  </td> <td> OLIVER BECOMES BETTER ACQUAINTED WITH THE CHARACTERS OF HIS NEW ASSOCIATES; AND PURCHASES EXPERIENCE AT A HIGH PRICE. BEING A SHORT, BUT VERY IMPORTANT CHAPTER, IN THIS HISTORY</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XI  </td> <td> TREATS OF MR. FANG THE POLICE MAGISTRATE; AND FURNISHES A SLIGHT SPECIMEN OF HIS MODE OF ADMINISTERING JUSTICE</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XII  </td> <td> IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS.</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XIII  </td> <td> SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XIV  </td> <td> COMPRISING FURTHER PARTICULARS OF OLIVER’S STAY AT MR. BROWNLOW’S, WITH THE REMARKABLE PREDICTION WHICH ONE MR. GRIMWIG UTTERED CONCERNING HIM, WHEN HE WENT OUT ON AN ERRAND</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XV  </td> <td> SHOWING HOW VERY FOND OF OLIVER TWIST, THE MERRY OLD JEW AND MISS NANCY WERE</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XVI  </td> <td> RELATES WHAT BECAME OF OLIVER TWIST, AFTER HE HAD BEEN CLAIMED BY NANCY</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XVII  </td> <td> OLIVER’S DESTINY CONTINUING UNPROPITIOUS, BRINGS A GREAT MAN TO LONDON TO INJURE HIS REPUTATION</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XVIII  </td> <td> HOW OLIVER PASSED HIS TIME IN THE IMPROVING SOCIETY OF HIS REPUTABLE FRIENDS</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XIX  </td> <td> IN WHICH A NOTABLE PLAN IS DISCUSSED AND DETERMINED ON</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XX  </td> <td> WHEREIN OLIVER IS DELIVERED OVER TO MR. WILLIAM SIKES</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXI  </td> <td> THE EXPEDITION</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXII  </td> <td> THE BURGLARY</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXIII  </td> <td> WHICH CONTAINS THE SUBSTANCE OF A PLEASANT CONVERSATION BETWEEN MR. BUMBLE AND A LADY; AND SHOWS THAT EVEN A BEADLE MAY BE SUSCEPTIBLE ON SOME POINTS</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXIV  </td> <td> TREATS ON A VERY POOR SUBJECT. BUT IS A SHORT ONE, AND MAY BE FOUND OF IMPORTANCE IN THIS HISTORY</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXV  </td> <td> WHEREIN THIS HISTORY REVERTS TO MR. FAGIN AND COMPANY</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXVI  </td> <td> IN WHICH A MYSTERIOUS CHARACTER APPEARS UPON THE SCENE; AND MANY THINGS, INSEPARABLE FROM THIS HISTORY, ARE DONE AND PERFORMED</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXVII  </td> <td> ATONES FOR THE UNPOLITENESS OF A FORMER CHAPTER; WHICH DESERTED A LADY, MOST UNCEREMONIOUSLY</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXVIII  </td> <td> LOOKS AFTER OLIVER, AND PROCEEDS WITH HIS ADVENTURES</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXIX  </td> <td> HAS AN INTRODUCTORY ACCOUNT OF THE INMATES OF THE HOUSE, TO WHICH OLIVER RESORTED</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXX  </td> <td> RELATES WHAT OLIVER’S NEW VISITORS THOUGHT OF HIM</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXXI  </td> <td> INVOLVES A CRITICAL POSITION</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXXII  </td> <td> OF THE HAPPY LIFE OLIVER BEGAN TO LEAD WITH HIS KIND FRIENDS</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXXIII  </td> <td> WHEREIN THE HAPPINESS OF OLIVER AND HIS FRIENDS, EXPERIENCES A SUDDEN CHECK</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXXIV  </td> <td> CONTAINS SOME INTRODUCTORY PARTICULARS RELATIVE TO A YOUNG GENTLEMAN WHO NOW ARRIVES UPON THE SCENE; AND A NEW ADVENTURE WHICH HAPPENED TO OLIVER</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXXV  </td> <td> CONTAINING THE UNSATISFACTORY RESULT OF OLIVER’S ADVENTURE; AND A CONVERSATION OF SOME IMPORTANCE BETWEEN HARRY MAYLIE AND ROSE</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXXVI  </td> <td> IS A VERY SHORT ONE, AND MAY APPEAR OF NO GREAT IMPORTANCE IN ITS PLACE, BUT IT SHOULD BE READ NOTWITHSTANDING, AS A SEQUEL TO THE LAST, AND A KEY TO ONE THAT WILL FOLLOW WHEN ITS TIME ARRIVES</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXXVII  </td> <td> IN WHICH THE READER MAY PERCEIVE A CONTRAST, NOT UNCOMMON IN MATRIMONIAL CASES</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXXVIII  </td> <td> CONTAINING AN ACCOUNT OF WHAT PASSED BETWEEN MR. AND MRS. BUMBLE, AND MR. MONKS, AT THEIR NOCTURNAL INTERVIEW</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XXXIX  </td> <td> INTRODUCES SOME RESPECTABLE CHARACTERS WITH WHOM THE READER IS ALREADY ACQUAINTED, AND SHOWS HOW MONKS AND THE JEW LAID THEIR WORTHY HEADS TOGETHER</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XL  </td> <td> A STRANGE INTERVIEW, WHICH IS A SEQUEL TO THE LAST CHAMBER</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XLI  </td> <td> CONTAINING FRESH DISCOVERIES, AND SHOWING THAT SUPRISES, LIKE MISFORTUNES, SELDOM COME ALONE</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XLII  </td> <td> AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE OF OLIVER’S, EXHIBITING DECIDED MARKS OF GENIUS, BECOMES A PUBLIC CHARACTER IN THE METROPOLIS</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XLIII  </td> <td> WHEREIN IS SHOWN HOW THE ARTFUL DODGER GOT INTO TROUBLE</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XLIV  </td> <td> THE TIME ARRIVES FOR NANCY TO REDEEM HER PLEDGE TO ROSE MAYLIE. SHE FAILS.</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XLV  </td> <td> NOAH CLAYPOLE IS EMPLOYED BY FAGIN ON A SECRET MISSION</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XLVI  </td> <td> THE APPOINTMENT KEPT</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XLVII  </td> <td> FATAL CONSEQUENCES</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XLVIII  </td> <td> THE FLIGHT OF SIKES</td> </tr> <tr> <td>XLIX  </td> <td> MONKS AND MR. BROWNLOW AT LENGTH MEET. THEIR CONVERSATION, AND THE INTELLIGENCE THAT INTERRUPTS IT</td> </tr> <tr> <td>L  </td> <td> THE PURSUIT AND ESCAPE</td> </tr> <tr> <td>LI  </td> <td> AFFORDING AN EXPLANATION OF MORE MYSTERIES THAN ONE, AND COMPREHENDING A PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE WITH NO WORD OF SETTLEMENT OR PIN-MONEY</td> </tr> <tr> <td>LII  </td> <td> FAGIN’S LAST NIGHT ALIVE</td> </tr> <tr> <td>LIII  </td> <td> AND LAST</td> </tr> </table> <h2> CHAPTER I. TREATS OF THE PLACE WHERE OLIVER TWIST WAS BORN AND OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES ATTENDING HIS BIRTH</h2> Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter. For a long time after it was ushered into this world of sorrow and trouble, by the parish surgeon, it remained a matter of considerable doubt whether the child would survive to bear any name at all; in which case it is somewhat more than probable that these memoirs would never have appeared; or, if they had, that being comprised within a couple of pages, they would have possessed the inestimable merit of being the most concise and faithful specimen of biography, extant in the literature of any age or country. Although I am not disposed to maintain that the being born in a workhouse, is in itself the most fortunate and enviable circumstance that can possibly befall a human being, I do mean to say that in this particular instance, it was the best thing for Oliver Twist that could by possibility have occurred. The fact is, that there was considerable difficulty in inducing Oliver to take upon himself the office of respiration,—a troublesome practice, but one which custom has rendered necessary to our easy existence; and for some time he lay gasping on a little flock mattress, rather unequally poised between this world and the next: the balance being decidedly in favour of the latter. Now, if, during this brief period, Oliver had been surrounded by careful grandmothers, anxious aunts, experienced nurses, and doctors of profound wisdom, he would most inevitably and indubitably have been killed in no time. There being nobody by, however, but a pauper old woman, who was rendered rather misty by an unwonted allowance of beer; and a parish surgeon who did such matters by contract; Oliver and Nature fought out the point between them. The result was, that, after a few struggles, Oliver breathed, sneezed, and proceeded to advertise to the inmates of the workhouse the fact of a new burden having been imposed upon the parish, by setting up as loud a cry as could reasonably have been expected from a male infant who had not been possessed of that very useful appendage, a voice, for a much longer space of time than three minutes and a quarter. As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, “Let me see the child, and die.” The surgeon had been sitting with his face turned towards the fire: giving the palms of his hands a warm and a rub alternately. As the young woman spoke, he rose, and advancing to the bed’s head, said, with more kindness than might have been expected of him: “Oh, you must not talk about dying yet.” “Lor bless her dear heart, no!” interposed the nurse, hastily depositing in her pocket a green glass bottle, the contents of which she had been tasting in a corner with evident satisfaction. “Lor bless her dear heart, when she has lived as long as I have, sir, and had thirteen children of her own, and all on ’em dead except two, and them in the wurkus with me, she’ll know better than to take on in that way, bless her dear heart! Think what it is to be a mother, there’s a dear young lamb do.” Apparently this consolatory perspective of a mother’s prospects failed in producing its due effect. The patient shook her head, and stretched out her hand towards the child. The surgeon deposited it in her arms. She imprinted her cold white lips passionately on its forehead; passed her hands over her face; gazed wildly round; shuddered; fell back—and died. They chafed her breast, hands, and temples; but the blood had stopped forever. They talked of hope and comfort. They had been strangers too long. “It’s all over, Mrs. Thingummy!” said the surgeon at last. “Ah, poor dear, so it is!” said the nurse, picking up the cork of the green bottle, which had fallen out on the pillow, as she stooped to take up the child. “Poor dear!” “You needn’t mind sending up to me, if the child cries, nurse,” said the surgeon, putting on his gloves with great deliberation. “It’s very likely it will be troublesome. Give it a little gruel if it is.” He put on his hat, and, pausing by the bed-side on his way to the door, added, “She was a good-looking girl, too; where did she come from?” “She was brought here last night,” replied the old woman, “by the overseer’s order. She was found lying in the street. She had walked some distance, for her shoes were worn to pieces; but where she came from, or where she was going to, nobody knows.” The surgeon leaned over the body, and raised the left hand. “The old story,” he said, shaking his head: “no wedding-ring, I see. Ah! Good-night!” The medical gentleman walked away to dinner; and the nurse, having once more applied herself to the green bottle, sat down on a low chair before the fire, and proceeded to dress the infant. What an excellent example of the power of dress, young Oliver Twist was! Wrapped in the blanket which had hitherto formed his only covering, he might have been the child of a nobleman or a beggar; it would have been hard for the haughtiest stranger to have assigned him his proper station in society. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once—a parish child—the orphan of a workhouse—the humble, half-starved drudge—to be cuffed and buffeted through the world—despised by all, and pitied by none. Oliver cried lustily. If he could have known that he was an orphan, left to the tender mercies of church-wardens and overseers, perhaps he would have cried the louder. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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