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730	Dickens, Charles	Oliver Twist			.txt	text/plain	162015	10239	85	brown-cloth parish cap on his head, Oliver was then led away by Mr. Bumble from the wretched home where one kind word or look had never 'Now, Oliver, my dear, come to the gentleman.' As Mr. Bumble said open-hearted man,' said the old gentleman: turning his spectacles in 'My boy!' said the old gentleman, 'you look pale and alarmed. 'The old gentleman over the way?' said Oliver. said Oliver, clasping his hands passionately, and looking round. 'Not always those,' said the old gentleman, patting Oliver on the head, 'Oh, no, no, never mind,' said the young woman, grasping Oliver's hand; 'See here, boy!' said Sikes, putting his other hand to Oliver's throat; 'They belong to the old gentleman,' said Oliver, wringing his hands; 'I suppose,' said the Jew, fixing his eyes on Oliver, 'you want to know 'Indeed,' said Oliver, looking piteously up into the man's face;	./cache/730.txt	./txt/730.txt