Put the sentences in the right order. 1)Monks sprung to his feet, saying that he saw the shadow of a woman



1)Monks sprung to his feet, saying that he saw the shadow of a woman.

2) The two men looked into all the rooms; they were empty.

3) When Fagin came back home, Monks was already waiting for him.

4) Fagin went to 'The Three Cripples' to find Monks.

5) Toby Crackit told Fagin that the crack had failed.

6) Monks said that he wanted Fagin to make Oliver a thief.

7) On his way back home he visited Nancy.

8) Mr. Monks confessed it could only be his excited imagination.

Agree or disagree.

1)Toby Crackit could eat nothing but a small crust of bread which Fagin made him swallow.

2) Nancy was alone; lying with her head upon the table.

3) When there are two parties to a bargain, it is only reasonable that the interests of both should be observed.

4) All of a sudden the old man sprung to his feet saying that he saw the shadow of a man in a cloak.

5) In the cellar Fagin and Monks found a woman, in a cloak and bonnet.

4 Fill in prepositions: with, on, by, of, to, in.

1)'The Three Cripples' was the sign ______ which the establishment was well known ______ everybody ______ the neighbourhood.

2) The room was illuminated ______ two gas-lights; and the place was full ______ dense tobacco smoke.

3) With those words he placed the candle ______ an upper flight ______ stairs, exactly opposite ______ the room door.

4) Haven't you done it ______ other boys scores ______ times?

5) 'What!' cried Fagin, grasping Monks ______ both arms, as he sprung ______ his feet.

Put the verbs, given in brackets, in the right tense form.

1)He (come) up to the girl and (wake) her up.

2) Fagin (make) a sign and (leave) the room, as qui­etly as he (enter) it.

3) The girl (eye) his face but (speak) not a word.

4) Then he (go) upstairs, and Monks (follow) him.

5) I'm (wait) for you! Where the devil have you (be)?

Complete the sentences.

1)Toby said that they left Oliver, lying in a ditch, because …

2) Fagin looked from face to face and at last …

3) When there are two parties to a bargain, …

4) Monks sprung to his feet, saying …

5) Mr. Monks confessed …

What do you think?

1)Why did the robbers leave Oliver lying in the ditch?

2) Why did Fagin go to 'The Tree Cripples'?

3) Why do you think Fagin went to visit Nancy?

4) Why couldn't Fagin make a thief of Oliver?

5) Do you think that Monks really saw the shade of a woman or was it his excited imagination? Why do you think so?

 

 

CHAPTER 13

 

Oliver Is Safe at Last

 

In the mist and darkness the air was filled with the loud shouting of men. The barking of the neighbouring dogs, roused by the sound of the alarm bell, was heard in every direction.

'Stop!' cried Bill Sikes, shouting after Toby Crackit, who, making the best use of his long legs, was already ahead. 'Stop!'

The repetition of the word brought Toby to a dead stand-still.

'Come back! Quicker!' cried Sikes furiously to Toby, laying the boy in a dry ditch at his feet and drawing a pistol from his pocket. 'Don't play with me!'

At this moment the noise of the chasegrew louder. Sikes understood that the men were already climbing the gate of the field in which he stood; and that a couple of dogs were some paces in advance of them.

'It's all up, Bill!' cried Toby; 'drop the kid, and show them your heels.' With these words Mr. Crackit, for whom it was better to be shot by his friend than to be taken by his enemies, turned round and dartedoff at full speed.

Sikes clenched his teeth, took one look around, looked at Oliver; shot into the air, and was gone.

Three men, who were running after the robbers in the field, stopped. 'Gentlemen, my advice is,' said the fattest man of the party, 'that we immediately go back home.'

'I agree with Mr. Giles,' said a shorter man.

'You are afraid, Brittles,' said Mr. Giles.

'I am not,' said Brittles.

'You are,' said Giles.

The third man brought the dispute to a close, most philosophically.

'I'll tell you what it is, gentlemen,' said he, 'we're all afraid.'

And the three men hurried back.

The air grew colder. The rain came down, thick and fast. But Oliver did not feel it, as it beat against him; for he still lay stretched, helpless and unconscious, on his bed of clay.

At length, a cry of pain broke the stillness, and the boy awoke. His left arm, rudely bandaged in a shawl, hung heavy and useless at his side; the bandage was soaked with blood. Oliver was so weak, that he could scarcely raise himself into a sitting posture. He looked feebly round for help and groaned with pain. Trembling from cold he made an effort to stand up. His head was dizzy,and he staggered to and fro like a drunken man. But he staggered on until he reached a road. Here the rain began to fall so heavily, that he raised his head. He looked about, and saw that he was near a house, which perhaps he could reach.

As he drew nearer to this house, a feeling came over him that the house was familiar to him. That garden wall! Yes, they tried to rob this house. Oliver felt such fear that he forgot the agony of his wound, and thought only of flight. Flight! He could scarcely stand. He pushed against the garden-gate; it was unlocked, and swung open. He staggered across the lawn, climbed the steps, and knocked faintly at the door. His whole strength failed him, and Oliver fell down.

It happened that about this time Giles and Brittles were drinking tea in the kitchen and telling other servants how courageouslythey fought against the robbers.

'Were you frightened?' asked the cook.

'Not a bit of it,' replied Mr. Giles.

'I could die at once, I'm sure,' observed the housemaid.

'You're a woman,' retorted Brittles.

'Brittles is right,' said Mr. Giles, nodding his head, approvingly; 'from a woman, nothing else is expected. We are men! We took a lantern and —'

At this moment Mr. Giles and the company heard a knock at the door. The cook and housemaid screamed.

'There was a knock,' said Mr. Giles. '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, looking at the pale faces which surrounded him; 'but the door must be opened. Do you hear, somebody?'

At length, with the dogs in front, the company moved towards the door. The dogs were barking savagely. The group, peepingover each other's shoulders, came up to the door and pushed it open. They saw poor little Oliver Twist, lying on the steps.

'A boy!' exclaimed Mr. Giles. 'Here he is!' cried Giles; 'here's one of the thieves, ma'am! Here's a thief, miss! He is wounded, miss! I shot him, miss; and Brittles held the light.'

'Giles!' whispered the voice from the top of the stairs.

'I'm here, miss,' replied Mr. Giles. 'Don't be frightened, miss!'

'Hush!' replied the young lady; 'you frighten my aunt as much as the thieves did. Is the poor creature much hurt?'

She ordered Giles to carry the wounded boy upstairs and sent Brittles for the doctor.

In a room that had rather the air of old-fashioned comfort, than of modern elegance, there sat two ladies at a breakfast-table. Of the two ladies one was well advanced in years. Mrs. Maylie was dressed very nicely. The lady sat in a stately manner,with her hands folded on the table before her. She was speaking with her young companion. The younger lady was about seventeen. She was so mild and gentle, so pure and beautiful. Giles, dressed in a black suit, was in attendance upon them.

Mr. Losberne, a surgeon in the neighbourhood, known through a circuit of ten miles round as 'the doctor', was a fat, kind and hearty old bachelor. He was with the boy for a long time. The bedroom bell was rung very often; and the servants ran up and down the stairs. At length the doctor returned and said that the boy was in no danger.

With much ceremony Mr. Losberne led the ladies upstairs.

'Now,' said the doctor, in a whisper, as he softly turned the handle of a bedroom-door, 'let us hear what you think of him. Stop, though! Let me first see that he is in visiting order.'

Stepping before them, he looked into the room. Motioning them to advance, he gently drew back the curtains of the bed. Upon it there lay a child in a deep sleep. His wounded arm was crossed upon his breast, and his head was upon the other arm, which was half hidden by his long hair, as it streamed over the pillow.

The younger lady glided softly past, and, seating herself in a chair by the bedside, gathered Oliver's hair from his face. As she stooped over him, her tears fell upon his forehead.

The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep. 'What can this mean?' exclaimed Mrs. Maylie. 'This poor child can not be the pupil of robbers!'

'Can you really believe that this delicate boy has been the voluntary associate of the worst outcasts ofsociety?' said Rose.

The surgeon shook his head in a manner which showed that he feared it was very possible; and observing that they might disturb the patient, the doctor led the ladies to an adjoining room.

'But even if he has been wicked,' said the young lady, 'think how young he is; think that he has never known a mother's love, or the comfort of a home. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercy's sake, think of this, before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment.Oh! Have pity upon him before it is too late!'

'My dear love,' said the elder lady, as she folded the weeping girl to her bosom, 'do you think I would harm a hair of his head?'

'Oh, no!' replied Rose, eagerly.

'No, surely,' said the old lady; 'my days are drawing to their close: and may mercy be shown to me as I show it to others! What can I do to save him, sir?'

'Let me think, ma'am,' said the doctor; 'let me think.'

Mr. Losberne thrust his hands into his pockets, and took several turns up and down the room; often stopping, and balancing himself on his toes, and frowning frightfully. After various exclamations of 'I've got it now' and 'no, I haven't,' he at length made a dead halt, and spoke as follows:

'I think if you let me do it, I can manage it. You don't object to that?'

'Unless there is some other way of preserving the child,' replied Mrs. Maylie.

'There is no other,' said the doctor. 'No other, take my word for it.'

'Then you may act with full power,' said Rose, smiling through her tears.

'Well,' said the doctor, laughing heartily, 'that is not a very difficult matter. But to return to this boy. The boy will wake in an hour or so, I dare say; and although I have told that thick-headed constable downstairs that the boy mustn't be moved or spoken to, I think we may speak to him without danger.'

It was evening when the doctor said that they could speak to the boy. He was very ill and weak from the loss of blood; but his mind was so troubled with anxiety to say something, that they decided to let him speak and not wait until next morning.

Oliver told them his simple history.

When the story was over, the doctor, after wiping his eyes, went downstairs, where the women-servants, Mr. Brittles, Mr. Giles, and the constable were waiting for him. The men were drinking ale.

'How is the patient to-night, sir?' asked Giles.

'So-so,' returned the doctor. 'Mr. Giles, are you a Protestant?'

'Yes, sir,' answered Mr. Giles.

'And are you?' said the doctor, turning sharply upon Brittles.

'Lord bless me, sir!' replied Brittles; 'I'm the same as Mr. Giles, sir.'

'Then tell me this,' said the doctor, 'both of you, both of you! Are you going to take upon yourselves to swear, that that boy upstairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come!'

The doctor, who was universally considered one of the best-tempered creatures on earth, made this demand in such a dreadful tone of anger, that Giles and Brittles turned very pale and did not know what to say.

'I don't know what to think, sir,' replied poor Giles. 'I don't think it is the boy; indeed, I'm almost certain that he isn't. You know it can't be.'

'Pay attention to the reply, constable, will you?' said the doctor.

Finally, the constable, without troubling himself very much about Oliver, left the house.

Thus Oliver was saved from prison. Soon the boy got much better under the united care of Mrs. Maylie, Rose, and the kind-hearted Mr. Losberne, and he lived in peace and happiness in the house of his new friends.

 

Helpful Words & Notes

chasen — погоня

dartv — рвануться, кинуться стрелой

dizzyadj — испытывающий головокружение

courageouslyad v — смело, отважно

peepv — подглядывать, смотреть через отверстие

in a stately manner— с величавым видом

the voluntary associate of the worst outcasts of society— добровольный сообщник самых отвратительных отбросов общества

amendmentn — исправление, поправка

 

Activities

Answer the questions.

1)Where did Sikes leave Oliver?

2) What was wrong with Oliver's arm?

3) Why was the house familiar to Oliver?

4) What were Giles and Brittles doing in the kitchen?

5) What did the servants hear all of a sudden?

6) Whom did the servants see when they opened the door?

7) What did the young lady order her servants to do?

8) What did the niece ask her aunt to do?

9) What did Oliver tell the ladies and Mr. Losberne?

10) How was Oliver saved from prison?


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