06-02-雾都孤儿 [28]
着，“你把他弄回来了，还不够吗？现在别折磨他了。”
费金和赛克斯互相看了一眼，他们被她的举动惊住了。
“你最好别嚷嚷，姑娘。”赛克斯咆哮着。
“不，我要嚷嚷！”这女孩发狂般地叫着，“你们现在弄到这孩子了，你们要把他变成一个贼，一个骗子，这还不够吗？难道还要弄死他吗？”
她扑向费金，如果不是赛克斯抓住了她的胳膊，使她动不了的话，她会跟他撕打一番的。她拼命地挣扎了一会儿，然后没了力气，晕倒了。赛克斯让她躺在墙角处，和费金一样，他对她的发怒感到惊讶。
“她发起脾气来可真够疯的。”赛克斯说。
费金擦着额头。“女人就这一点麻烦。”他说，“可她干起活来倒挺麻利的。”
然后，查理·贝茨和神偷拿走了奥利弗的新衣服，给他扔了几件旧衣服，把他锁进了一间黑屋子。奥利弗觉得又累又难受，没多一会儿就沉沉地睡着了。
■ 7 The robbery
A few days later, a visitor arrived in London from O liver's home town. He was a large, fat man, and very proud of his hat, which showed the world that he was a most important official. It was, in fact, Mr Bumble the beadle, O liver's old enemy.
Mr Bumble had completed his business in the city, and had just finished a most satisfactory meal in a pub. He pulled up his chair to the fire, to enjoy his hot gin-and-water in comfort, and opened the newspaper. The first thing he saw was this notice:
A reward of five pounds is offered for any information leading to the discovery of a young boy, O liver Twist, who was kidnapped from his home in Pentonville last Thursday evening. I am also very interested in any information about his past.
The re was the n a full description of O liver's clothe s and appearance, and Mr Brown low 's full address. Mr Bumble rubbed his eyes, read the notice again, and was at the address in less than ten minutes. He was shown into Mr Brown low 's study, where the old gentleman and his friend Mr Grimwig were sitting.
'Do you know where the poor boy is now
'Mr Brown low asked, when the beadle had explained the reason for his visit.
Mr Bumble shook his head.
'Do you know anything good about him
'asked Mr
Grimwig, looking closely at Mr Bumble's face.
Mr Bumble shook his head again, very seriously, and turned down the corners of his mouth.
'The n tell us everything you know about him, 'said Mr Brown low impatiently.
Mr Bumble put down his hat, unbuttoned his coat, folded his arms, and sat back in his chair. He spoke in his most important and official voice, and talked for twenty minutes. His listeners heard all the details of O liver's illegitimate birth, and how generously he had been treated as a workhouse orphan. They heard how he had always been an ungrateful and dangerous child, violently attacking another boy, and finally running away from the house where he had been working.
The old gentleman shook his head sadly and gave Mr Bumble the five pounds. 'I would have been happy to give you three times the amount if your story had proved that the boy was good. '
If Mr Bumble had known this earlier, he might have told a different story, but now it was too late. So he took the money and left.
Mr Brown low walked up and down his room for several minutes, deep in thought. He rang the bell for Mrs Bed win, his housekeeper, and told her what he had heard.
'I don't believe it, 'she said, with great certainty.
'I was right, 'said Mr Grimwig with satisfaction. 'You should have listened to what I said. '
Mr Brown low said angrily, 'Never let me hear the boy's name again. Never. Remember that, Mrs Bed win. '
The re were sad hearts at Mr Brown low 's house that night.
* * *
Meanwhile, in another part of London, O liver remained a prisoner. Fagin had told O liver how ungrateful he had been to run away.
费金和赛克斯互相看了一眼，他们被她的举动惊住了。
“你最好别嚷嚷，姑娘。”赛克斯咆哮着。
“不，我要嚷嚷！”这女孩发狂般地叫着，“你们现在弄到这孩子了，你们要把他变成一个贼，一个骗子，这还不够吗？难道还要弄死他吗？”
她扑向费金，如果不是赛克斯抓住了她的胳膊，使她动不了的话，她会跟他撕打一番的。她拼命地挣扎了一会儿，然后没了力气，晕倒了。赛克斯让她躺在墙角处，和费金一样，他对她的发怒感到惊讶。
“她发起脾气来可真够疯的。”赛克斯说。
费金擦着额头。“女人就这一点麻烦。”他说，“可她干起活来倒挺麻利的。”
然后，查理·贝茨和神偷拿走了奥利弗的新衣服，给他扔了几件旧衣服，把他锁进了一间黑屋子。奥利弗觉得又累又难受，没多一会儿就沉沉地睡着了。
■ 7 The robbery
A few days later, a visitor arrived in London from O liver's home town. He was a large, fat man, and very proud of his hat, which showed the world that he was a most important official. It was, in fact, Mr Bumble the beadle, O liver's old enemy.
Mr Bumble had completed his business in the city, and had just finished a most satisfactory meal in a pub. He pulled up his chair to the fire, to enjoy his hot gin-and-water in comfort, and opened the newspaper. The first thing he saw was this notice:
A reward of five pounds is offered for any information leading to the discovery of a young boy, O liver Twist, who was kidnapped from his home in Pentonville last Thursday evening. I am also very interested in any information about his past.
The re was the n a full description of O liver's clothe s and appearance, and Mr Brown low 's full address. Mr Bumble rubbed his eyes, read the notice again, and was at the address in less than ten minutes. He was shown into Mr Brown low 's study, where the old gentleman and his friend Mr Grimwig were sitting.
'Do you know where the poor boy is now
'Mr Brown low asked, when the beadle had explained the reason for his visit.
Mr Bumble shook his head.
'Do you know anything good about him
'asked Mr
Grimwig, looking closely at Mr Bumble's face.
Mr Bumble shook his head again, very seriously, and turned down the corners of his mouth.
'The n tell us everything you know about him, 'said Mr Brown low impatiently.
Mr Bumble put down his hat, unbuttoned his coat, folded his arms, and sat back in his chair. He spoke in his most important and official voice, and talked for twenty minutes. His listeners heard all the details of O liver's illegitimate birth, and how generously he had been treated as a workhouse orphan. They heard how he had always been an ungrateful and dangerous child, violently attacking another boy, and finally running away from the house where he had been working.
The old gentleman shook his head sadly and gave Mr Bumble the five pounds. 'I would have been happy to give you three times the amount if your story had proved that the boy was good. '
If Mr Bumble had known this earlier, he might have told a different story, but now it was too late. So he took the money and left.
Mr Brown low walked up and down his room for several minutes, deep in thought. He rang the bell for Mrs Bed win, his housekeeper, and told her what he had heard.
'I don't believe it, 'she said, with great certainty.
'I was right, 'said Mr Grimwig with satisfaction. 'You should have listened to what I said. '
Mr Brown low said angrily, 'Never let me hear the boy's name again. Never. Remember that, Mrs Bed win. '
The re were sad hearts at Mr Brown low 's house that night.
* * *
Meanwhile, in another part of London, O liver remained a prisoner. Fagin had told O liver how ungrateful he had been to run away.