八喜电子书 > 经管其他电子书 > oliver twist(雾都孤儿(孤星血泪)) >

第11部分

oliver twist(雾都孤儿(孤星血泪))-第11部分

小说: oliver twist(雾都孤儿(孤星血泪)) 字数: 每页4000字

按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页,按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页,按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部!
————未阅读完?加入书签已便下次继续阅读!



wholly irrepressible even on the most public occasions; they would 
be as happy among themselves as need be—quite cheerful and 
contented—conversing together with as much freedom and gaiety; 

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics 


Oliver Twist 

as if nothing whatever had happened to disturb them。 Husbands; 
too; bore the loss of their wives with the most heroic calmness。 
Wives; again; put on weeds for their husbands; as if; so far from 
grieving in the garb of sorrow; they had made up their minds to 
render it as becoming and attractive as possible。 It was observable; 
too; that ladies and gentlemen who were in passions of anguish 
during the ceremony of internment; recovered almost as soon as 
they reached home; and became quite composed before the tea…
drinking was over。 All this was very pleasant and improving to see; 
and Oliver beheld it with great admiration。 

That Oliver Twist was moved to resignation by the example of 
these good people; I cannot; although I am his biographer; 
undertake to affirm with any degree of confidence; but I can most 
distinctly say; that for many months he continued meekly to 
submit to the domination and ill…treatment of Noah Claypole; who 
used him far worse than before; now that his jealousy was routed 
by seeing the new boy promoted to the black stick and hat…band; 
while he; the old one; remained stationary in the muffin…cap and 
leathers。 Charlotte treated him ill; because Noah did; and Mrs。 
Sowerberry was his decided enemy; because Mr。 Sowerberry was 
disposed to be his friend; so; between these three on one side; and 
a glut of funerals on the other; Oliver was not altogether as 
comfortable as the hungry pig was; when he was shut up; by 
mistake; in the grain department of a brewery。 

And now; I come to a very important passage in Oliver’s history; 
for I have to record an act; slight and unimportant perhaps in 
appearance; but which indirectly produced a material change in 
all his future prospects and proceedings。 

One day; Oliver and Noah had descended into the kitchen at 

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics 


Oliver Twist 

the usual dinner hour; to banquet upon a small joint of mutton—a 
pound and a half of the worst end of the neck—when Charlotte 
being called out of the way; there ensued a brief interval of time; 
which Noah Claypole; being hungry and vicious; considered he 
could not possibly devote to a worthier purpose than aggravating 
and tantalising young Oliver Twist。 

Intent upon this innocent amusement; Noah put his feet on the 
tablecloth; and pulled Oliver’s hair; and twitched his ears; and 
expressed his opinion that he was a “sneak”; and furthermore 
announced his intention of coming to see him hanged; whenever 
that desirable event should take place; and entered upon various 
other topics of petty annoyance like a malicious and ill…
conditioned charity…boy he was。 But; none of these taunts 
producing the desired effect of making Oliver cry; Noah attempted 
to be more facetious still; and in this attempt; did what many small 
wits; with far greater reputations than Noah; sometimes do to this 
day; when they want to be funny he got rather personal。 

“Work’us;” said Noah; “how’s your mother?” 

“She’s dead;” replied Oliver; “don’t you say anything about her 
to me!” 

Oliver’s colour rose as he said this; he breathed quickly; and 
there was a curious working of the mouth and nostrils; which Mr。 
Claypole thought must be the immediate precursor of a violent fit 
of crying。 Under this impression he returned to the charge。 

“What did she die of; Work’us?” said Noah。 

“Of a broken heart; some of our old nurses told me;” replied 
Oliver; more as if he were talking to himself; than answering Noah。 
“I think I know what it must be to die of that!” 

“Tol de rol lol lol; right fol lairy; Work’us;” said Noah; as a tear 

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics 


Oliver Twist 

rolled down Oliver’s cheek。 “What’s set you a…snivelling now?” 

“Not you;” replied Oliver; hastily brushing the tear away。 “Don’t 
think it。” 

“Oh; not me; eh!” sneered Noah。 

“No; not you;” replied Oliver sharply。 “There; that’s enough。 
Don’t say anything more to me about her; you’d better not!” 

“Better not!” exclaimed Noah。 “Well! Better not! Work’us; don’t 
be impudent。 Your mother; too! She was a nice ’un she was。 Oh; 
Lor!” And here; Noah nodded his head expressively; and curled 
up as much of his small red nose as muscular action could collect 
together; for the occasion。 

“Yer know; Work’us;” continued Noah; emboldened by Oliver’s 
silence; and speaking in a jeering tone of affected pity—of all tones 
the most annoying; “Yer know; Work’us; it can’t be helped now; 
and of course yer couldn’t help it then; and I’m very sorry for it; 
and I’m sure we all are; and pity yer very much。 But yer must 
know; Work’us; yer mother was a regular right…down bad ’un。” 

“What did you say?” inquired Oliver; looking up very quickly。 

“A regular right…down bad ’un; Work’us;” replied Noah coolly。 
“And it’s a great deal better; Work’us; that she died when she did; 
or else she’d have been hard labouring in Bridewell; or 
transported; or hung; which is more likely than either; isn’t it?” 

Crimson with fury; Oliver started up; overthrew the chair and 
table; seized Noah by the throat; shook him; in the violence of his 
rage; till his teeth chattered in his head; and collecting his whole 
force into one heavy blow; felled him to the ground。 

A minute ago; the boy had looked the quiet; mild; dejected 
creature that harsh treatment had made him。 But his spirit was 
roused at last; the cruel insult to his dead mother had set his blood 

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics 


Oliver Twist 

on fire。 His breast heaved; his attitude was erect; his eye bright 
and vivid; his whole person changed; as he stood glaring over the 
cowardly tormentor who now lay crouching at his feet; and defied 
him with an energy he had never known before。 

“He’ll murder me!’ blubbered Noah。 “Charlotte! missis! Here’s 
the new boy a…murdering of me! Help! help! Oliver’s gone mad! 
Charlotte!” 

Noah’s shouts were responded to; by a loud scream from 
Charlotte; and a louder from Mrs。 Sowerberry; the former of 
whom rushed into the kitchen by a side…door; while the latter 
paused on the staircase till she was quite certain that it was 
consistent with the preservation of human life; to come farther 
down。 

“Oh; you little wretch!” screamed Charlotte; seizing Oliver with 
her utmost force; which was about equal to that of a moderately 
strong man in particularly good training。 “Oh; you little 
ungrateful; mur…de…rous; hor…rid villain!” And between every 
syllable; Charlotte gave Oliver a blow with all her might; 
accompanying it with a scream; for the benefit of society。 

Charlotte’s fist was by no means a light one; but; lest it should 
not be effectual in calming Oliver’s wrath; Mrs。 Sowerberry 
plunged into the kitchen; and assisted to hold him with one hand; 
while she scratched his face with the other。 In this favourable 
position of affairs; Noah rose from the ground; and pommelled 
him behind。 

This was rather too violent exercise to last long。 When they 
were all wearied out; and could tear and beat no longer; they 
dragged Oliver; struggling and shouting; but nothing daunted; into 
the dust…cellar; and there locked him up。 This being done; Mrs。 

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics 


Oliver Twist 

Sowerberry sank into a chair; and burst into tears。 

“Bless her; she’s going off!” said Charlotte。 “A glass of water; 
Noah; dear。 Make haste!” 

“Oh! Charlotte;” said Mrs。 Sowerberry; speaking as well as she 
could; through a deficiency of breath; and a sufficiency of cold 
water; which Noah had poured over her head and shoulders。 “Oh! 
Charlotte; what a mercy we have not all been murdered in our 
beds!” 

“Ah! mercy indeed; ma’am;” was the reply。 “I only hope this’ll 
teach master not to have any more of these dreadful creaturs; that 
are born to be murderers and robbers from their very cradle; Poor 
Noah! He was all but killed; ma’am; when I come in。 

“Poor fellow!” said Mrs。 Sowerberry; looking piteously on the 
charity…boy。 

Noah; whose top waistcoat button might have been somewhere 
on a level with the crown of Oliver’s head; rubbed his eyes with 
the inside of his wrists while this commiseration was bestowed 
upon him; and performed some affecting tears and sniffs。 

“What’s to be done!” exclaimed Mrs。 Sowerberry。 “Your 
master’s not at home; there’s not a man in the house; and he’ll 
kick that door down in ten minutes。” Oliver’s vigorous plunges 
against the bit of timber in question; rendered this occurrence 
highly probable。 

“Dear; dear! I don’t know; ma’am;” said Charlotte; “unless we 
send for the police…officers。” 

“Or the millingtary;” suggested Mr。 Claypole。 

“No; no;” said Mrs。 Sowerberry; bethinking herself of Oliver’s 
old friend。 “Run to Mr。 Bumble; Noah; and tell him to come here 
directly; and not to lose a minute; never mind your cap! Make 

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics 


Oliver Twist 

haste! You can hold a knife to that black eye; as you run along。 It’ll 
keep the swelling down。” 

Noah stopped to make no reply; but started off at his fullest 
speed; and very much it astonished the people who were out 
walking; to see a charity…boy tearing through the streets pell…mell; 
with no cap on his head; and a clasp…knife at his eye。 

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics 


Oliver Twist 

Chapter 7 

Oliver Continues Refractory。 

Noah Claypole ran along the streets at his swiftest pace; 
and paused not once for breath; until he reached the 
workhouse gate。 Having rested here; for a minute or so; 
to collect a good burst of sobs and an imposing show of tears and 
terror; he knocked loudly at the wicket; and presented such a 
rueful face to the aged pauper who opened it; that even he; who 
saw nothing but rueful faces about him at the best of t

返回目录 上一页 下一页 回到顶部 0 0

你可能喜欢的