“Good-bye dear! God bless you！”' …Dick told Oliver on his way to London, which warmed Oliver's heart and gave him courage.
He ate the food and wine in the stomach would turn into bile, blood clotting into the ice , the heart as hard as iron .
But we will not admit that our modern artistic claim to absolute originality is really a claim to absolute unsociability; a claim to absolute loneliness.
In indent his narrow bunks, still willing that's his coffin, he can be at peace in the church are buried in the fields, the tall weeds on his head lightly swaying, dark antique clock plays, soothe yourself forever.
Human nature is so wonderful , the same good quality never favoritism , either in the finest gentleman who develop , they can be the most foul charity school student body grow.
Some strong-willed person subjected to the test of time parting showed admirable obedience and fortitude .With people that are determined to be tested and death showed an enviable comply with bravery.
原版的！“Please, Sir, I want some more.” Oliver, asking the cook at the workhouse for more gruel. Pg. 12
2.'“Good-bye dear! God bless you！”' …Dick told Oliver on his way to London, which warmed Oliver's heart and gave him courage. Pg. 54
3. “As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture above Oliver's head; and then to the boy's face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for an instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed copied with startling accuracy” …from the moment when Mr. Bumble realizes who Oliver is. Pg. 90
4. '“Am I,' said the girl [Nancy] 'Take care I don't overdo it. You will be the worse for it Fagin, if I do; so I tell you in good time keep clear of me'”…Nancy protecting Oliver from Fagin's beatings. This line foreshadows the downfall of the Jew brought about by Nancy's hand. Pg. 126
5. “the mother, when the pains of death first came upon her, whispered in my ear that if her babe was born alive, and thrived, the day might come when it would not feel so much disgraced to here it's poor young mother named…whether it be a boy or girl, raise up some friends for it in this troubled world; and take pity upon a lonely and desolate child, abandoned to its mercy.” …the old nurse sally told Mrs. Corney when she was dying. Pg. 189-190
Chapter LII FAGIN'S LAST NIGHT ALIVE The court was paved, from floor to roof, with human faces. Inquisitive and eager eyes peered from every inch of space. From the rail before the dock, away into the sharpest angle of the smallest corner in the galleries, all looks were fixed upon one man--Fagin. Before him and behind: above, below, on the right and on the left: he seemed to stand surrounded by a firmament, all bright with gleaming eyes. He stood there, in all this glare of living light, with one hand resting on the wooden slab before him, the other held to his ear, and his head thrust forward to enable him to catch with greater distinctness every word that fell from the presiding judge, who was delivering his charge to the jury. At times, he turned his eyes sharply upon them to observe the effect of the slightest featherweight in his favour; and when the points against him were stated with terrible distinctness, looked towards his counsel, in mute appeal that he would, even then, urge something in his behalf. Beyond these manifestations of anxiety, he stirred not hand or foot. He had scarcely moved since the trial began; and now that the judge ceased to speak, he still remained in the same strained attitude of close attention, with his gaze ben on him, as though he listened still. A slight bustle in the court, recalled him to himself. Looking round, he saw that the juryman had turned together, to consider their verdict. As his eyes wandered to the gallery, he could see the people rising above each other to see his face: some hastily applying their glasses to their eyes: and others whispering their neighbours with looks expressive of abhorrence. A few there were, who seemed unmindful of him, and looked only to the jury, in impatient wonder how they could delay. But in no one face--not even among the women, of whom there were many there--could he read the faintest sympathy with himself, or any feeling but one of all-absorbing interest that he should be condemned. As he saw all this in one bewildered glance, the deathlike stillness came again, and looking back he saw that the jurymen had turned towards the judge. Hush! They only sought permission to retire. He looked, wistfully, into their faces, one by one when they passed out, as though to see which way the greater number leant; but that was fruitless. The jailed touched him on the shoulder. He followed mechanically to the end of the dock, and sat down on a chair. The man pointed it out, or he would not have seen it. 人群中有人在吃東西，有人用手絹扇風【如下】 He looked up into the gallery again. Some of the people were eating, and some fanning themselves with handkerchiefs; for the crowded place was very hot. There was one young man sketching his face in a little note-book. He wondered whether it was like, and looked on when the artist broke his pencil-point, and made another with his knife, as any idle spectator might have done. In the same way, when he turned his eyes towards the judge, his mind began to busy itself with the fashion of his dress, and what it cost, and how he put it on. There was an old fat gentleman on the bench, too, who had gone out, some half an hour before, and now come back. He wondered within himself whether this man had been to get his dinner, what he had had, and where he had had it; and pursued this train of careless thought until some new object caught his eye and roused another. Not that, all this time, his mind was, for an instant, free from one oppressive overwhelming sense of the grave that opened at his feet; it was ever present to him, but in a vague and general way, and he could not fix his thoughts upon it. Thus, even while he trembled, and turned burning hot at the idea of speedy death, he fell to counting the iron spikes before him, and wondering how the head of one had been broken off, and whether they would mend it, or leave it as it was. Then, he thought of all the horrors of the gallows and the scaffold--and stopped to watch a man sprinkling the floor to cool it--and then went on to think again. At length there was a cry of silence, and a breathless look from all towards the door. The jury returned, and passed him close. He could glean nothing from their faces; they might as well have been of stone. Perfect stillness ensued--not a rustle--not a breath--Guilty. The building rang with a tremendous shout, and another, and another, and then it echoed loud groans, that gathered strength as they swelled out, like angry thunder. It was a peal of joy from the populace outside, greeting the news that he would die on Monday. The noise subsided, and he was asked if he had anything to say why sentence of death 。
“Please, Sir, I want some more.” Oliver, asking the cook at the workhouse for more gruel.
2.“Good-bye dear! God bless you！”' …Dick told Oliver on his way to London, which warmed Oliver's heart and gave him courage.
3. “As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture above Oliver's head; and then to the boy's face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for an instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed copied with startling accuracy” …from the moment when Mr. Bumble realizes who Oliver is.
“他說，他指出，連忙向奧利弗頭上的圖像；然后對男孩的臉。人們生活的副本。眼睛，頭，口；每一個功能是相同的。的表達，一瞬間，所以準確而言，該行似乎細微復制以驚人的準確度”……從當先生奧利弗是誰犯錯了。 Sometimes, a kind of music, a secluded place of the water, the fragrance of a flower, even the mention of a familiar word, suddenly aroused some vague memories, reminiscent of some life there had not been the scene, they would like a breeze to scatter, as if suddenly wake up to a long parting, happy memories, but the memories alone is contemplating couldn't remember the.
Crying is our God given human nature, but how many people have such a small age will cause in the presence of God poured out tears so reluctantly. It was a cold, gloomy night. In the child's eyes, the stars seem farther from the ground than they see. The wind did not play, the dim shadows cast on the ground, silent, sullen look.
All this, and the countless eyes and smiles, countless thoughts and words, I'd like to record.
“If I had been less- less fortunate, the world would call it; if some obscure and peaceful life had been my destiny; if I had been poor, sick, helpless; would you have turned from me then? Or has my probable advancement to riches and honour, given this scruple birth？”…Harry during his proposal to Rose wondering if he had a different station life, would she accept his offer. Dickens says here that love need not have money to be happy, and actually states that the lesser the money or station in life, the happier two people may be, because money corrupts people.。