【资料下载】雾都孤儿 （英语原版）

胡MM

The surgeon deposited it in her arms.  She imprinted her cold

white lips passionately on its forehead; passed her hands over

her face; gazed wildly round; shuddered; fell back--and died.

They chafed her breast, hands, and temples; but the blood had

stopped forever.  They talked of hope and comfort. They had been

strangers too long.

胡MM

'It's all over, Mrs. Thingummy!' said the surgeon at last.



'Ah, poor dear, so it is!' said the nurse, picking up the cork of

the green bottle, which had fallen out on the pillow, as she

stooped to take up the child.  'Poor dear!'

胡MM

'You needn't mind sending up to me, if the child cries, nurse,'

said the surgeon, putting on his gloves with great deliberation.

'It's very likely it WILL be troublesome.  Give it a little gruel

if it is.'  He put on his hat, and, pausing by the bed-side on

his way to the door, added, 'She was a good-looking girl, too;

where did she come from?'

胡MM

'She was brought here last night,' replied the old woman, 'by the

overseer's order.  She was found lying in the street.  She had

walked some distance, for her shoes were worn to pieces; but

where she came from, or where she was going to, nobody knows.'

胡MM

The surgeon leaned over the body, and raised the left hand.  'The

old story,' he said, shaking his head:  'no wedding-ring, I see.

Ah!  Good-night!'

胡MM

The medical gentleman walked away to dinner; and the nurse,

having once more applied herself to the green bottle, sat down on

a low chair before the fire, and proceeded to dress the infant.

胡MM

What an excellent example of the power of dress, young Oliver

Twist was!  Wrapped in the blanket which had hitherto formed his

only covering, he might have been the child of a nobleman or a

beggar; it would have been hard for the haughtiest stranger to

have assigned him his proper station in society.  But now that he

was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in

the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his

place at once--a parish child--the orphan of a workhouse--the

humble, half-starved drudge--to be cuffed and buffeted through

the world--despised by all, and pitied by none.

胡MM

Oliver cried lustily. If he could have known that he was an

orphan, left to the tender mercies of church-wardens and

overseers, perhaps he would have cried the louder.

胡MM

Oliver cried lustily. If he could have known that he was an

orphan, left to the tender mercies of church-wardens and

overseers, perhaps he would have cried the louder.

胡MM

CHAPTER I  is over
tomorrow go on
suddenly,I remembered that my college's french teacher's name is Oliver