1, the day is about to break, and the first faint color is not so much the birth of the day as the death of the night shining faintly in the air, and the air becomes bitter and biting. In the darkness, objects that look vague and terrible become clearer and clearer, and gradually return to their well-known shapes. A shower pattered on the bare bushes. Although the heavy rain hit him, Oliver didn't feel it. He is still lying flat on the mud bed, helpless and unconscious.
Mr. Sabley is tall and thin, and his joints are surprisingly large. A black dress has long been worn out. Below it are long cotton socks and shoes of the same color, and the shoes and socks are patched. His appearance should not have a relaxed and happy smile, but on the whole, he is professional and humorous. He stepped forward to meet Mr. Bambur, walked briskly, shook hands with his own eyes, and his eyebrows showed his inner joy.
That night, the gentleman in white vest confidently and clearly asserted that Oliver would not only be hanged, but also be cut open and cut into several pieces. Unhappy, Mr. Bambur shook his head mysteriously, declaring that he hoped Oliver would finally be rewarded. In this regard, Mr. Ganfield replied that he hoped the boy would still be his own. Although he generally agrees with the director's point of view, his wishes seem to be completely opposite.
The evidence of human sin is like a thick cloud. Although it rises slowly, it can't escape from Skynet. In the end, there will always be bad news pouring on our heads. Why don't we listen to the grief and indignation of the imaginary deceased? No force can suppress it and no dignity can stop it. Even if you just think about it and listen, where will there be a place to stay?
In a small town, for many reasons, it is best not to mention the name of the city, and I won't even give it a pseudonym. Like countless towns, there is an ancient institution in the public buildings there, which is the workhouse. The man named in the title of this chapter was born in this workhouse, and the exact date need not be repeated. It doesn't matter to readers anyway, at least at this stage.
6. We walked with him for a long time on the way home, and everything was ready for the old woman's funeral. Now let's ask Oliver? Where's twist? Have you seen Toby? Whether he was still lying in the ditch after Glackett left him.
7. The two orphans hugged each other tightly for a long time, with tears rolling down their faces and talking incoherently to each other. Let's dedicate these tears and words to God. In an instant, they all knew who their father, sister and mother were. Joy and sadness meet in the cup of fate, but there are no bitter tears in it: because even sadness itself has been diluted and wrapped in such sweet and kind memories, losing all bitterness and becoming a solemn pleasure.
8. Speaking of it, if anyone in the world shows the slightest sign of lack of emotion, the Security Council will naturally be in a state of indignation and shock. However, this time they have some misunderstandings. It's simple, Oliver's. I think it's not too little, but too much. I'm likely to be silly and disheartened because of the abuse that has fallen on my head all my life. He listened to the news about his whereabouts with indifference, and took out the luggage stuffed into his hand without much effort, because his luggage was just a brown paper bag, half a foot square and three inches thick, pulled down the brim of his hat, and once again grasped the cuff of Mr. Bambur's coat tightly, and was led to a new place of suffering by this great man.
9. Finally, a painful and weak cry broke the silence around, and the child groaned and woke up. His left arm was hastily bandaged by a shawl, hanging heavily beside him, unable to move, and the shawl was soaked with blood. He is so weak that he can hardly sit up. When he sat up, he turned around with difficulty, expecting help, but he couldn't help moaning in pain. Every joint on his body is shaking because of cold and fatigue. However, he struggled to stand up, shaking from head to toe, and then fell flat.
10, it's not just Mr. Bumble's sad expression that evokes a happy sadness in the hearts of onlookers. There are also some signs closely related to his identity that his situation has changed greatly. Fringed coat and triangle hat, where are they? He still wears tight shorts and dark stockings, but tight pants are different. The coat is still wide-brimmed, similar to the last one, but, oh, it's a world of difference. The majestic triangle hat was replaced by the simple dome hat. Mr Bambur is no longer an official.