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At　the　very　instant　when　he　brought　the　loop　over　his　head　
previous　to　slipping　it　beneath　his　arm…pits；　and　when　the　old　
gentleman　before　mentioned　（who　had　clung　so　tight　to　the　railing　
of　the　bridge　as　to　resist　the　force　of　the　crowd；　and　retain　his　
position）　earnestly　warned　those　about　him　that　the　man　was　
about　to　lower　himself　down—at　that　very　instant　the　murderer；　
looking　behind　him　on　the　roof；　threw　his　arms　above　his　head；　
and　uttered　a　yell　of　terror。　

“The　eyes　again！”　he　cried；　in　an　unearthly　screech。　

Staggering　as　if　struck　by　lightning；　he　lost　his　balance　and　

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tumbled　over　the　parapet。　The　noose　was　on　his　neck。　It　ran　up　
with　his　weight；　tight　as　a　bowstring；　and　swift　as　the　arrow　it　
speeds。　He　fell　for　five…and…thirty　feet。　There　was　a　sudden　jerk；　a　
terrific　convulsion　of　the　limbs；　and　there　he　hung；　with　the　open　
knife　clenched　in　his　stiffening　hand。　

The　old　chimney　quivered　with　the　shock；　but　stood　it　bravely。　
The　murderer　swung　lifeless　against　the　wall；　and　the　boy；　
thrusting　aside　the　dangling　body　which　obscured　his　view；　called　
to　the　people　to　come　and　take　him　out；　for　God’s　sake。　

A　dog；　which　had　lain　concealed　till　now；　ran　backwards　and　
forwards　on　the　parapet；　with　a　dismal　howl；　and；　collecting　
himself　for　a　spring；　jumped　for　the　dead　man’s　shoulders。　Missing　
his　aim；　he　fell　into　the　ditch；　turning　completely　over　as　he　went；　
and　striking　his　head　against　a　stone；　dashed　out　his　brains。　

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Chapter　51　

Affording　an　explanation　of　more　mysteries　than　
one；　and　comprehending　a　proposal　of　marriage　
with　no　word　of　settlement　or　pin…money。　

The　events　narrated　in　the　last　chapter　were　yet　but　two　
days　old；　when　Oliver　found　himself；　at　three　o’clock　in　the　
afternoon；　in　a　travelling　carriage　rolling　fast　towards　his　
native　town。　Mrs。　Maylie；　and　Rose；　and　Mrs。　Bedwin；　and　the　
good　doctor；　were　with　him；　and　Mr。　Brownlow　followed　in　a　post…
chaise；　accompanied　by　one　other　person　whose　name　had　not　
been　mentioned。　

They　had　not　talked　much　upon　the　way；　for　Oliver　was　in　a　
flutter　of　agitation　and　uncertainty　which　deprived　him　of　the　
power　of　collecting　his　thoughts；　and　almost　of　speech；　and　
appeared　to　have　scarcely　less　effect　on　his　companions；　who　
shared　it；　in　at　least　an　equal　degree。　He　and　the　two　ladies　had　
been　very　carefully　made　acquainted　by　Mr。　Brownlow　with　the　
nature　of　the　admissions　which　had　been　forced　from　Monks；　and　
although　they　knew　that　the　object　of　their　present　journey　was　to　
complete　the　work　which　had　been　so　well　begun；　still　the　whole　
matter　was　enveloped　in　enough　of　doubt　and　mystery　to　leave　
them　in　endurance　of　the　most　intense　suspense。　

The　same　kind　friend　had；　with　Mr。　Losberne’s　assistance；　
cautiously　stopped　all　channels　of　communication　through　which　
they　could　receive　intelligence　of　the　dreadful　occurrences　that　
had　so　recently　taken　place。　“It　was　quite　true；”　he　said；　“that　they　

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must　know　them　before　long；　but　it　might　be　at　a　better　time　than　
the　present；　and　it　could　not　be　at　a　worse。”　So　they　travelled　on　in　
silence；　each　busied　with　reflections　on　the　object　which　had　
brought　them　together；　and　no　one　disposed　to　give　utterance　to　
the　thoughts　which　crowded　upon　all。　

But　if　Oliver；　under　these　influences；　had　remained　silent　while　
they　journeyed　towards　his　birth…place　by　a　road　he　had　never　
seen；　how　the　whole　current　of　his　recollections　ran　back　to　old　
times；　and　what　a　crowd　of　emotions　were　awakened　up　in　his　
breast；　when　they　turned　into　that　which　he　had　traversed　on　foot；　
a　poor；　houseless；　wandering　boy；　without　a　friend　to　help　him；　or　
a　roof　to　shelter　his　head。　

“See　there；　there！”　cried　Oliver；　eagerly　clasping　the　hand　of　
Rose；　and　pointing　out　of　the　carriage　window；　“that’s　the　stile　I　
came　over；　there　are　the　hedges　I　crept　behind　for　fear　any　one　
should　overtake　me　and　force　me　back！　Yonder　is　the　path　across　
the　fields；　leading　to　the　old　house　where　I　was　a　little　child！　Oh；　
Dick；　Dick；　my　dear　old　friend；　if　I　could　only　see　you　now！”　

“You　will　see　him　soon；”　replied　Rose；　gently　taking　his　folded　
hands　between　her　own。　“You　shall　tell　him　how　happy　you　are；　
and　how　rich　you　have　grown；　and　that　in　all　your　happiness　you　
have　none　so　great　as　the　coming　back　to　make　him　happy　too。”　

“Yes；　yes；”　said　Oliver；　“and　we’ll—we’ll　take　him　away　from　
here；　and　have　him　clothed　and　taught；　and　send　him　to　some　
quiet　country　place　where　he　may　grow　strong　and　well—shall　
we？”　

Rose　nodded　yes；　for　the　boy　was　smiling　through　such　happy　
tears　that　she　could　not　speak。　

“You　will　be　kind　and　good　to　him；　for　you　are　to　every　one；”　

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said　Oliver。　“It　will　make　you　cry；　I　know；　to　hear　what　he　can　tell；　
but　never　mind；　never　mind；　it　will　be　all　over；　and　you　will　smile　
again—I　know　that　too—to　think　how　changed　he　is；　you　did　the　
same　with　me。　He　said　‘God　bless　you’　to　me　when　I　ran　away；”　
cried　the　boy；　with　a　burst　of　affectionate　emotion；　“and　I　will　say　
‘God　bless　you’　now；　and　show　him　how　I　love　him　for　it！”　

As　they　approached　the　town；　and　at　length　drove　through　its　
narrow　streets；　it　became　matter　of　no　small　difficulty　to　restrain　
the　boy　within　reasonable　bounds。　There　was　Sowerberry’s　the　
undertaker’s　just　as　it　used　to　be；　only　smaller　and　less　imposing　
in　appearance　than　he　remembered　it—there　were　all　the　well…
known　shops　and　houses；　with　almost　every　one　of　which　he　had　
some　slight　incident　connected—there　was　Gamfield’s　cart；　the　
very　cart　he　used　to　have；　standing　at　the　old　public…house　door—　
there　was　the　workhouse；　the　dreary　prison　of　his　youthful　days；　
with　its　dismal　windows　frowning　on　the　street—there　was　the　
same　lean　porter　standing　at　the　gate；　at　sight　of　whom　Oliver　
involuntarily　shrank　back；　and　then　laughed　at　himself　for　being　
so　foolish；　then　cried；　then　laughed　again—there　were　scores　of　
faces　at　the　doors　and　windows　that　he　knew　quite　well—there　
was　nearly　everything　as　if　he　had　left　it　but　yesterday；　and　all　his　
recent　life　had　been　a　happy　dream。　

But　it　was　pure；　earnest　joyful　reality。　They　drove　straight　to　
the　door　of　the　chief　hotel　（which　Oliver　used　to　stare　up　at；　with　
awe；　and　think　a　mighty　palace；　but　which　had　somehow　fallen　off　
in　grandeur　and　size）；　and　here　was　Mr。　Grimwig　all　ready　to　
receive　them；　kissing　the　young　lady；　and　the　old　one　too；　when　
they　got　out　of　the　coach；　as　if　he　were　the　grandfather　of　the　
whole　party；　all　smiles　and　kindness；　and　not　offering　to　eat　his　

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head—no；　not　once；　not　even　when　he　contradicted　a　very　old　
postboy　about　the　nearest　road　to　London；　and　maintained　he　
knew　it　best；　though　he　had　only　come　that　way　once；　and　that　
time　fast　asleep。　There　was　dinner　prepared；　and　there　were　
bedrooms　ready；　and　everything　was　arranged　as　if　by　magic。　

Notwithstanding　all　this；　when　the　hurry　of　the　first　half…hour　
was　over；　the　same　silence　and　constraint　prevailed　that　had　
marred　their　journey　down。　Mr。　Brownlow　did　not　join　them　at　
dinner；　but　remained　in　a　separate　room。　The　two　other　
gentlemen　hurried　in　and　out　with　anxious　faces；　and；　during　the　
short　intervals　when　they　were　present；　conversed　apart。　Once；　
Mrs。　Maylie　was　called　away；　and　after　being　absent　for　nearly　an　
hour；　returned　with　eyes　swollen　with　weeping。　All　these　things　
made　Rose　and　Oliver；　who　were　not　in　any　new　secrets；　nervous　
and　uncomfortable。　They　sat　wondering；　in　silence；　or；　if　they　
exchanged　a　few　words；　spoke　in　whispers；　as　if　they　were　afraid　
to　hear　the　sound　of　their　own　voices。　

At　length　when　nine　o’clock　had　come；　and　they　began　to　think　
they　were　to　hear　no　more　that　night；　Mr。　Losberne　and　Mr。　
Grimwig　entered　the　room；　followed　by　Mr。　Brownlow　and　a　man　
whom　Oliver　almost　shrieked　with　surprise　to　see；　for　they　told　
him　it　was　his　brother；　and　it　was　the　same　man　he　had　met　at　the　
market…town；　and　seen　looking　in　with　Fagin　at　the　window　of　his　
little　room。　Monks　cast　a　look　of　hate；　which；　even　then；　he　could　
not　dissemble；　at　the　astonished　boy；　and　sat　down　near　the　door。　
Mr。　Brownlow；　who　had　papers　in　his　hand；　walked　to　a　table　near　
which　Rose　and　Oliver　were　seated。　

“This　is　a　painful　task；”　said　he；　“but　these　declarations；　which　
have　been　signed　in　London　before　many　gentlemen；　must　be　in　

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substance　repeated　here。　I　would　have　spared　you　the　
degradation；　but　we　must　hear　them　from　your　own　lips　before　we　
part；　and　you　know　why。”　

“Go　on；”　said　the　person　addressed；　turning　away　his　face。　
“Quick。　I　have　almost　done　enough；　I　think。　Don’t　keep　me　here。”　

“This　child；”　said　Mr。　Brownlow；　drawing　Oliver　to　him；　and　
laying　his　hand　upon　his　head；　“is　your　half…brother；　the　
illegitimate　son　of　your　father；　my　dear　friend　Edwin　Leeford；　by　
poor　young　Agnes　Fleming；　who　died　in　giving　him　birth。”　

“Yes；”　said　Monks；　scowling　at　the　trembling　boy；　the　beating　of　
whose　heart　he　might　have　heard。　“That　is　their　bastard　child。”　

“The　term　you　use；”　said　Mr。　Brownlow　sternly；　“is　a　reproach　
to　those　who　have　long　since　passed　beyond　the　feeble　censure　of　
the　world。　It　reflects　disgrace　on　no　one　living；　except　you　who　use　
it。　Let　that　pass。　He　was　born　in　this　town。”　

“In　the　workhouse　of　this　town；”　was　the　sullen　reply。　“You　
have　the　story　there。”　He　pointed　impatiently　to　the　papers　as　he　
spoke。　

“I　must　have　it　here；　too；”　said　Mr。　Brownlow；　looking　round　
upon　the　listeners。　

“Listen　then！　You！”　returned　Monks。　“His　father　being　taken　ill　
at　Rome；　was　joined　by　his　wife；　my　mother；　from　whom　he　had　
been　long　separated；　who　went　from　Paris；　and　took　me　with　her—　
to　look　after　his　p