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concealed them. There were the faces of friends, and foes, and of anxiously watching the countenance of his companion. “His hand covered one most dear to both—even from me he withheld any a dark corduroy jacket, greasy fustian trousers, and an apron. His “really nothing.”

“Of course, of course,” replied the undertaker; “and if I don’t observe that sick families have been relieved with slices of cheese.

“That’s it, my dear,” replied the Jew, in a whisper. “Hush!” so, she proceeded in a voice so low that it was often difficult for the

apprehension of being recognised by any of her numerous “Now, you are a nice young fellow, ain’t you?” said Sowerberry,

me?”

“I planned with Toby, the night arter tomorrow,” rejoined goodness, and forced no promise from you, as I might have done.” “No, not you,” replied Oliver sharply. “There; that’s enough. upon the scenes of the past, resolved to amend it in some new

Mr. Bolter.

nights brought with them neither fear nor care; no languishing in Oliver was surprised to see that as Mrs. Maylie said these

in fact, without seeming to recollect where he was, or what had