06-02-雾都孤儿 [9]
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'Workhouse， how's your mother？' he asked．
'She's dead，'replied O liver，his face going red with emotion．
Noah hoped that O liver was going to cry， so he continued．
'What did she die of， Workhouse？'
'Of a broken heart， I was told．'And a tear rolled down O liver's cheek.
'Why are you crying，Workhouse？'
O liver remained silent，and Noah grew braver． 'You know，I feel very sorry for you，Workhouse，but the truth is your mother was a wicked woman．'
O liver seemed suddenly to wake up. 'What did you say？'
'She was so bad it was lucky she died， or she would have ended up in prison，or hung.'
His face bright red with anger，O liver jumped up， seized Noah's throat， and shook the older boy so violently that his teeth nearly fell out. The n he hit him with all his strength and knocked him to the ground．
'He'll murder me！'screamed Noah． 'Charlotte！ Help！O liver's gone mad—'
Charlotte and Mrs Sowerberry ran in and screamed in horror．They took hold of O liver and began to heat him． The n Noah got up and started to kick him from behind．When They were all tired， They forced O liver， who was still fighting and shouting， into the cellar and locked it．
Mrs Sowerberry sat down， breathing heavily． 'He's like a wild animal！'she said． 'We could all have been murdered in our beds！'
'I hope Mr Sowerberry doesn't take any more of the se dreadful creatures from the workhouse，'said Charlotte． 'Poor Noah was nearly killed！'Mrs Sowerberry looked at Noah sympathetically.
Noah， who was twice O liver's size， pretended to rub tears from his eyes．
'What shall we do？' cried Mrs Sowerberry． 'He'll kick that door down in ten minutes.' They could hear O liver banging and kicking at the cellar door． 'Noah-run and get Mr Bumble．'
So Noah ran through the streets as quickly as he could to fetch the beadle． When he reached the workhouse， he waited for a minute to make sure his face was suitably tearful and frightened.
As soon as Mr Bumble came out，Noah cried， 'Mr Bumble！Mr Bumble！ It's O liver Twist，sir．He's become violent．He tried to murder me， sir！ And Charlotte， and Mrs Sowerberry as well.'
Mr Bumble was shocked and angry． 'Did he？I'll come up the re immediately and beat him with my stick．'
When he arrived at the shop，O liver was still kicking wildly at the cellar door.
'Let me out！'he shouted from the cellar，when he heard Mr Bumble's voice． 'I'm not afraid of you！'
Mr Bumble stopped for a moment，amazed and even rather frightened by this change in O liver． The n he said to Mrs Sowerberry， 'It's the meat that's caused this， you know.'
'What？'
'Meat， madam. You've fed him too well here. Back in the workhouse this would never have happened.'
'I knew I was too generous to him，'said Mrs Sowerberry，raising her eyes to the ceiling．
At that moment Mr Sowerberry returned and，hearing what had happened（according to the ladies）， he beat O liver so hard that even Mr Bumble and Mrs Sowerberry were satisfied． Mr Sowerberry was not a cruel man，but he had no choice. He knew that if he didn't punish O liver， his wife would never forgive him．
That night， alone in the room with the coffins，O liver cried bitter， lonely tears． He did not sleep， and very early in the morning， before anyone was awake， he quietly unlocked the shop door and left the house． He ran up the street and through the town as far as the main road，where he saw a sign that told him it was just seventy miles from the re to London. The name London gave the boy an idea．That huge place！ Nobody， not even Mr Bumble， could ever find him the re！He had heard old men in the workhouse say it was a good place for brave boys，and that the re was always work the re for those that wanted it．It would be the best place for him．He jumped to
'Workhouse， how's your mother？' he asked．
'She's dead，'replied O liver，his face going red with emotion．
Noah hoped that O liver was going to cry， so he continued．
'What did she die of， Workhouse？'
'Of a broken heart， I was told．'And a tear rolled down O liver's cheek.
'Why are you crying，Workhouse？'
O liver remained silent，and Noah grew braver． 'You know，I feel very sorry for you，Workhouse，but the truth is your mother was a wicked woman．'
O liver seemed suddenly to wake up. 'What did you say？'
'She was so bad it was lucky she died， or she would have ended up in prison，or hung.'
His face bright red with anger，O liver jumped up， seized Noah's throat， and shook the older boy so violently that his teeth nearly fell out. The n he hit him with all his strength and knocked him to the ground．
'He'll murder me！'screamed Noah． 'Charlotte！ Help！O liver's gone mad—'
Charlotte and Mrs Sowerberry ran in and screamed in horror．They took hold of O liver and began to heat him． The n Noah got up and started to kick him from behind．When They were all tired， They forced O liver， who was still fighting and shouting， into the cellar and locked it．
Mrs Sowerberry sat down， breathing heavily． 'He's like a wild animal！'she said． 'We could all have been murdered in our beds！'
'I hope Mr Sowerberry doesn't take any more of the se dreadful creatures from the workhouse，'said Charlotte． 'Poor Noah was nearly killed！'Mrs Sowerberry looked at Noah sympathetically.
Noah， who was twice O liver's size， pretended to rub tears from his eyes．
'What shall we do？' cried Mrs Sowerberry． 'He'll kick that door down in ten minutes.' They could hear O liver banging and kicking at the cellar door． 'Noah-run and get Mr Bumble．'
So Noah ran through the streets as quickly as he could to fetch the beadle． When he reached the workhouse， he waited for a minute to make sure his face was suitably tearful and frightened.
As soon as Mr Bumble came out，Noah cried， 'Mr Bumble！Mr Bumble！ It's O liver Twist，sir．He's become violent．He tried to murder me， sir！ And Charlotte， and Mrs Sowerberry as well.'
Mr Bumble was shocked and angry． 'Did he？I'll come up the re immediately and beat him with my stick．'
When he arrived at the shop，O liver was still kicking wildly at the cellar door.
'Let me out！'he shouted from the cellar，when he heard Mr Bumble's voice． 'I'm not afraid of you！'
Mr Bumble stopped for a moment，amazed and even rather frightened by this change in O liver． The n he said to Mrs Sowerberry， 'It's the meat that's caused this， you know.'
'What？'
'Meat， madam. You've fed him too well here. Back in the workhouse this would never have happened.'
'I knew I was too generous to him，'said Mrs Sowerberry，raising her eyes to the ceiling．
At that moment Mr Sowerberry returned and，hearing what had happened（according to the ladies）， he beat O liver so hard that even Mr Bumble and Mrs Sowerberry were satisfied． Mr Sowerberry was not a cruel man，but he had no choice. He knew that if he didn't punish O liver， his wife would never forgive him．
That night， alone in the room with the coffins，O liver cried bitter， lonely tears． He did not sleep， and very early in the morning， before anyone was awake， he quietly unlocked the shop door and left the house． He ran up the street and through the town as far as the main road，where he saw a sign that told him it was just seventy miles from the re to London. The name London gave the boy an idea．That huge place！ Nobody， not even Mr Bumble， could ever find him the re！He had heard old men in the workhouse say it was a good place for brave boys，and that the re was always work the re for those that wanted it．It would be the best place for him．He jumped to