06-02-雾都孤儿 [72]
was full of faces；from every corner，all eyes were on one man-Fagin．In front of him，behind，above，below -he seemed surrounded by staring eyes．Not one of the faces showed any sympathy towards him；all were determined that he should hang．At last，the re was a cry of 'Silence！'，and everyone looked towards the door．The jury returned，and passed close to Fagin．He could tell nothing from their faces；They could have been made of stone．The n the re was complete stillness-not a whisper，not a breath…Guilty．The whole court rang with a great shout，echoing through all the rooms as the crowd ran out of the building to tell all the people waiting outside．The news was that he would die on Monday．
Fagin thought of nothing but death that night．He began to remember all the people he had ever known who had been hung．He could hardly count the m．They might have sat in the same prison cell as he was sitting in now．He thought about death by hanging-the rope，the cloth bag over the head，the sudden change from strong men to bundles of clothe s，hanging at the end of a rope．
As his last night came，despair seized Fagin's evil soul．He could not sit still，and hurried up and down his small cell，gasping with terror，his eyes flashing with hate and anger．The n he lay trembling on his stone bed and listened to the clock striking the hours．Where would he be when those hours came round again？
In the middle of that Sunday night，Mr Brown low and O liver were allowed to enter the prison．Several strong doors were unlocked，and eventually They entered Fagin's cell．The old robber was sitting on the bed，whispering to himself，his face more like a trapped animal's than a human's．
'You have some papers，Fagin，'said Mr Brown low quietly， 'which were given to you by Monks to look after．'
'It's a lie！'replied Fagin，not looking at him． 'I haven't got any．'
'For the love of God，'said Mr Brown low ，very seriously， 'don't lie to us now，on the night before your death．You know that Sikes is dead and Monks has confessed．Where are the papers？'
'I'll tell you，O liver，'said Fagin． 'Come here．'He whispered to him． 'They're in a bag up the chimney in the front room at the top of the house．But I want to talk to you，my dear．'
'Yes，'said O liver． 'Will you pray with me？'
'Outside，outside，'said Fagin，pushing the boy in front of him towards the door． 'Say I've gone to sleep-They'll believe you．You can take me out with you when you go．'The old man's eyes shone with a mad light．
'It's no good，'said Mr Brown low ，taking O liver's hand ． 'He's gone too far，and we can never reach him now．'
The cell door opened，and as the visitors left，Fagin started struggling and fighting with his guards，screaming so loudly that the prison walls rang with the sound．
They left the prison building in the grey light of dawn．Outside in the street，huge crowds were already gathering，joking and laughing，and pushing to get the best places near the great black platform，where the rope hung ready for its morning's work．
Less than three months later，Rose married Harry May lie．For her sake，Harry had abandoned his political ambitions，and had become a simple man of the church．The re was no longer any mystery about Rose's birth，but even if the re had been，Harry would not have cared．They lived next to the church in a peaceful village．Mrs May lie went to live with the m，and spent the rest of her days in quiet contentment．
Mr Brown low adopted O liver as his son．They moved to a house in the same quiet village，and were just as happy．Dr Losberne discovered suddenly that the air in Chertsey did not suit him．In less than three months he，too，had moved-to a cottage just outside the village，where he took up gardening and fishing with great energy and enthusiasm．
Mr Brown low suggested that half the remaining money from
Fagin thought of nothing but death that night．He began to remember all the people he had ever known who had been hung．He could hardly count the m．They might have sat in the same prison cell as he was sitting in now．He thought about death by hanging-the rope，the cloth bag over the head，the sudden change from strong men to bundles of clothe s，hanging at the end of a rope．
As his last night came，despair seized Fagin's evil soul．He could not sit still，and hurried up and down his small cell，gasping with terror，his eyes flashing with hate and anger．The n he lay trembling on his stone bed and listened to the clock striking the hours．Where would he be when those hours came round again？
In the middle of that Sunday night，Mr Brown low and O liver were allowed to enter the prison．Several strong doors were unlocked，and eventually They entered Fagin's cell．The old robber was sitting on the bed，whispering to himself，his face more like a trapped animal's than a human's．
'You have some papers，Fagin，'said Mr Brown low quietly， 'which were given to you by Monks to look after．'
'It's a lie！'replied Fagin，not looking at him． 'I haven't got any．'
'For the love of God，'said Mr Brown low ，very seriously， 'don't lie to us now，on the night before your death．You know that Sikes is dead and Monks has confessed．Where are the papers？'
'I'll tell you，O liver，'said Fagin． 'Come here．'He whispered to him． 'They're in a bag up the chimney in the front room at the top of the house．But I want to talk to you，my dear．'
'Yes，'said O liver． 'Will you pray with me？'
'Outside，outside，'said Fagin，pushing the boy in front of him towards the door． 'Say I've gone to sleep-They'll believe you．You can take me out with you when you go．'The old man's eyes shone with a mad light．
'It's no good，'said Mr Brown low ，taking O liver's hand ． 'He's gone too far，and we can never reach him now．'
The cell door opened，and as the visitors left，Fagin started struggling and fighting with his guards，screaming so loudly that the prison walls rang with the sound．
They left the prison building in the grey light of dawn．Outside in the street，huge crowds were already gathering，joking and laughing，and pushing to get the best places near the great black platform，where the rope hung ready for its morning's work．
Less than three months later，Rose married Harry May lie．For her sake，Harry had abandoned his political ambitions，and had become a simple man of the church．The re was no longer any mystery about Rose's birth，but even if the re had been，Harry would not have cared．They lived next to the church in a peaceful village．Mrs May lie went to live with the m，and spent the rest of her days in quiet contentment．
Mr Brown low adopted O liver as his son．They moved to a house in the same quiet village，and were just as happy．Dr Losberne discovered suddenly that the air in Chertsey did not suit him．In less than three months he，too，had moved-to a cottage just outside the village，where he took up gardening and fishing with great energy and enthusiasm．
Mr Brown low suggested that half the remaining money from