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bent his faltering steps towards it。 As he drew nearer to this house；
a feeling came over him that he had seen it before。 He
remembered nothing of its details； but the shape and aspect of the
building seemed familiar to him。
That garden wall！ On the grass inside； he had fallen on his
knees last night； and prayed the two men’s mercy。 It was the very
house they had attempted to rob。
Oliver felt such fear come over him when he recognised the
place； that； for the instant； he forgot the agony of his wound； and
thought only of flight。 Flight！ He could scarcely stand； and if he
were in full possession of all the best powers of his slight and
youthful frame； whither could he fly？ He pushed against the
garden gate； it was unlocked； and swung open on its hinges。 He
tottered across the lawn； climbed the steps； knocked faintly at the
door； and； his whole strength failing him； sank down against one
of the pillars of the little portico。
It happened that about this time； Mr。 Giles； Brittles； and the
tinker were recruiting themselves； after the fatigues and terrors of
the night； with tea and sundries； in the kitchen。 Not that it was Mr。
Giles’s habit to admit to too great familiarity the humbler servants；
towards whom it was rather his wont to deport himself with a lofty
affability； which； while it gratified； could not fail to remind them of
his superior position in society。 But death； fires； and burglary；
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make all men equals； so Mr。 Giles sat with his legs stretched out
before the kitchen fender； leaning his left arm on the table； while；
with his right； he illustrated a circumstantial and minute account
of the robbery； to which his hearers （but especially the cook and
housemaid； who were of the party） listened with breathless
interest。
“It was about half…past two；” said Mr。 Giles； “or I wouldn’t
swear that it mightn’t have been a little nearer three； when I woke
up； and； turning round in my bed； as it might be so （here Mr。 Giles
turned round in his chair； and pulled the corner of the table…cloth
over him to imitate bed…clothes）； I fancied I heerd a noise。”
At this point of the narrative the cook turned pale； and asked
the housemaid to shut the door； who asked Brittles； who asked the
tinker； who pretended not to hear。
“—Heerd a noise；” continued Mr。 Giles。 “I says； at first； ‘This is
illusion’； and was composing myself off to sleep； when I heerd the
noise again； distinct。”
“What sort of a noise？” asked the cook。
“A kind of a busting noise；” replied Mr。 Giles； looking round
him。
“More like the noise of powdering a iron bar on a nutmeg…
grater；” suggested Brittles。
“It was； when you heerd it； sir；” rejoined Mr。 Giles； “but； at this
time； it had a busting sound。 I turned down the clothes；”
continued Giles； rolling back the tablecloth； “sat up in bed； and
listened。”
The cook and housemaid simultaneously ejaculated； “Lor！” and
drew their chairs closer together。
“I heerd it now； quite apparent；” resumed Mr。 Giles。
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“‘Somebody；’ I says； ‘is forcing of a door； or window； what’s to be
done？ I’ll call up that poor lad； Brittles； and save him from being
murdered in his bed； or his throat；’ I says； ‘may be cut； from his
right ear to his left； without his ever knowing it’。”
Here； all eyes were turned upon Brittles； who fixed his upon the
speaker； and stared at him； with his mouth wide open； and his face
expressive of the most unmitigated horror。
“I tossed off the clothes；” said Giles； throwing away the tablecloth； and looking very hard at the cook and housemaid； “got softly
out of bed； drew on a pair of—”
“Ladies present； Mr。 Giles；” murmured the tinker。
“Of shoes； sir；” said Giles； turning upon him； and laying great
emphasis on the word； “seized the loaded pistol that always goes
upstairs with the plate…basket； and walked on tiptoes to his room。
‘Brittles；’ I says； when I had woke him； ‘don’t be frightened！’”
“So you did；” observed Brittles； in a low voice。
“‘We’re dead men； I think； Brittles；’ I says；” continued Giles；
“‘but don’t be frightened。’”
“Was he frightened？” asked the cook。
“Not a bit of it；” replied Mr。 Giles。 “He was as firm—ah！ pretty
near as firm as I was。”
“I should have died at once； I’m sure； if it had been me；”
observed the housemaid。
“You’re a woman；” retorted Brittles； plucking up a little。
“Brittles is right；” said Mr。 Giles； nodding his head approvingly；
“from a woman； nothing else was to be expected。 We； being men；
took a dark lantern that was standing on Brittles’s hob； and
groped our way downstairs in the pitch dark—as it might be so。”
Mr。 Giles had risen from his seat； and taken two steps with his
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eyes shut； to accompany his description with appropriate action；
when he started violently； in common with the rest of the
company； and hurried back to his chair。 The cook and housemaid
screamed。
“It was a knock；” said Mr。 Giles； assuming perfect serenity。
“Open the door； somebody。”
Nobody moved。
“It seems a strange sort of a thing； a knock coming at such a
time in the morning；” said Mr。 Giles； surveying the pale faces
which surrounded him； and looking very blank himself； “but the
door must be opened。 Do you hear； somebody？”
Mr。 Giles； as he spoke； looked at Brittles； but that young man；
being naturally modest； probably considered himself nobody； and
so held that the inquiry could not have any application to him； at
all events； he tendered no reply。 Mr。 Giles directed an appealing
glance at the tinker； but he had suddenly fallen asleep。 The
women were out of the question。
“If Brittles would rather open the door； in the presence of
witnesses；” said Mr。 Giles； after a short silence； “I am ready to
make one。”
“So am I；” said the tinker； waking up； as suddenly as he had
fallen asleep。
Brittles capitulated on these terms； and the party being
somewhat reassured by the discovery （made on throwing open the
shutters） that it was now broad day； took their way upstairs； with
the dogs in front； and the two women； who were afraid to stay
below； bringing up the rear。 By the advice of Mr。 Giles； they all
talked very loud； to warn any evil…disposed person outside； that
they were strong in numbers； and by a master…stroke of policy；
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originating in the brain of the same ingenious gentleman； the
dogs’ tails were well pinched； in the hall； to make them bark
savagely。
These precautions having been taken； Mr。 Giles held on fast by
the tinker’s arm （to prevent his running away； as he pleasantly
said）； and gave the word of command to open the door。 Brittles
obeyed； the group； peeping timorously over each other’s
shoulders； beheld no more formidable object than poor little
Oliver Twist； speechless and exhausted； who raised his heavy eyes；
and mutely solicited their compassion。
“A boy！” exclaimed Mr。 Giles； valiantly pushing the tinker into
the background。 “What’s the matter with the Eh？—Why—
Brittles—look here—don’t you know？”
Brittles； who had got behind the door to open it； no sooner saw
Oliver； than he uttered a loud cry。 Mr。 Giles； seizing the boy by one
leg and one arm （fortunately not the broken limb） lugged him
straight into the hall； and deposited him at full length on the floor
thereof。
“Here he is！” bawled Giles； calling； in a state of great
excitement； up the staircase； “here’s one of the thieves； ma’am！
Here’s a thief； miss！ Wounded； miss！ I shot him； miss； and Brittles
held the light。”
“In a lantern； miss；” cried Brittles； applying one hand to the
side of his mouth； so that his voice might travel the better。
The two women…servants ran upstairs to carry the intelligence
that Mr。 Giles had captured a robber； and the tinker busied
himself in endeavou