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Charles Dickens’s

Oliver Twist

A DA P T E D BY : I L L U ST R AT E D BY :
Lisa Mullarkey Howard McWilliam
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CALICO CLASSICS
Charles Dickens’s

Oliver Twist

Adapted by: Lisa Mullarkey

Illustrated by: Howard McWilliam
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Original text by Charles Dickens

Adapted by Lisa Mullarkey
Illustrated by Howard McWilliam
Edited by Stephanie Hedlund and Rochelle Baltzer
Cover and interior design by Abbey Fitzgerald

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Mullarkey, Lisa.
Oliver Twist / Charles Dickens ; adapted by Lisa Mullarkey ;
illustrated by Howard McWilliam.
p. cm. -- (Calico illustrated classics)
ISBN 978-1-61641-106-0
[1. Orphans--Fiction. 2. Robbers and outlaws--Fiction. 3. London
(England)--History--19th century--Fiction. 4. Great Britain--History-
-19th century--Fiction.] I. McWilliam, Howard, 1977- ill.. II.
Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870. Oliver Twist. III. Title.
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 Table of Contents

CHAPTER 1: Despised by All, Pitied by None . . . 4

CHAPTER 2: Oliver Becomes an Apprentice . . 11
CHAPTER 3: Oliver Makes a Decision . . . . . . . . 18
CHAPTER 4: Fagin and His Gang . . . . . . . . . . . . 25
CHAPTER 5: A Robbery Takes Place . . . . . . . . . 32
CHAPTER 6: Shots Ring Out . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 38
CHAPTER 7: Nurse Sally’s Secret. . . . . . . . . . . . . 42
CHAPTER 8: Fagin and Monks Strike a Deal. . 48
CHAPTER 9: A Strange Turn of Events . . . . . . . 52
CHAPTER 10: Rose Becomes Ill . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 58
CHAPTER 11: Monks Destroys Evidence . . . . . . 65
CHAPTER 12: A Warning for Rose . . . . . . . . . . . 72
CHAPTER 13: The Return of Mr. Brownlow. . . 78
CHAPTER 14: Fagin’s Gang Grows . . . . . . . . . . . 83
CHAPTER 15: A Secret Meeting . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 89
CHAPTER 16: The Hunt for Sikes . . . . . . . . . . . . 95
CHAPTER 17: Oliver Learns the Truth . . . . . . . 102
CHAPTER 18: A Final Note . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 110
 1
Despised by All,
Pitied by None

On a date long forgotten, in a poor town in

England, a boy was born in a workhouse. There
was almost no story to tell. For the first minutes
of Oliver’s life were almost his last. His breaths
came slowly until he finally sneezed and let out
a long wail. This let the poor workers know
that they had another mouth to feed.
As Oliver gave proof of the power of his
lungs, a pale face lifted from the pillow. “Let
me see my child before I die.”
The surgeon had been sitting by the fire.
“You must not talk about dying yet,” he said.
“Bless her dear heart,” said a nurse. She
deposited Oliver in the woman’s arms.

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 The mother pressed her pasty lips to Oliver’s
forehead, passed her hands over his face, then
fell back onto the pillow and died.
“It’s all over,” said the surgeon. “You needn’t
send for me if the baby cries. Just feed it gruel.”
He paused and looked at the woman. “Where
did she come from? She was quite pretty.”
The nurse scooped the baby into her arms.
“She was brought here last night. She was
found lying in the street. Her soles were worn
through. Her feet bloodied. Where she was
walking to nobody knows.”
The nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket.
She put him down to rest. She knew he’d be
despised by all and pitied by none. Just like all
the people of the workhouses were.
When Oliver was about ten months old, he
was sent to another workhouse. This workhouse
was run by a woman named Mrs. Mann. Mrs.
Mann was in charge of twenty-five children.
Do not be fooled into thinking Mrs. Mann
loved—or even liked—children. She took them
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in because she was paid to do so. Part of her
payment was to feed and clothe the children.
Being a greedy woman, she kept all the money
for herself. Oliver and the others got used to
going to bed with empty bellies.
Word would come to Mrs. Mann when an
inspection was to take place. It was only at
these times the children were bathed, spruced
up, and given a full meal.
When Oliver Twist was nine, the head of the
workhouse, Mr. Bumble, paid a surprise visit to
Mrs. Mann.
“Oliver Twist is nine today,” said Mr. Bumble.
“We never did figure out who his father or
mother were.”
Mrs. Mann raised her hands in astonishment.
“How does he have any name at all?”
“I named him,” said Mr. Bumble. “We name
the children in alphabetical order. The child
before him was Swubble. Then a T was due.
So, I named him Twist. Oliver is too old to stay

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here. It’s time he moved back to the house he
was born into. I’ve come to take him.”
“I’ll fetch him myself,” said Mrs. Mann. After
a quick cleaning of his outer layer, Oliver was
brought before Mr. Bumble.
“Make a bow to the man, Oliver,” Mrs. Mann
said. Oliver quickly bowed his head.
“Will you come with me, Oliver?” asked Mr.
Bumble.
Before he answered, Oliver saw Mrs. Mann
shaking her fist as a warning to the young boy.
Oliver was used to her threats. “Will she be
going with me?” he asked.
“I’m afraid not,” said Mr. Bumble. Although
Oliver was not sad to be leaving Mrs. Mann, he
quickly pretended to be sad at the sight of her
shaking fist.
Mrs. Mann shoved him off with a thousand
embraces and a piece of bread and butter. She
couldn’t have Oliver appearing too hungry
when he arrived at the workhouse.

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 As the gate closed behind them, Oliver felt
a sudden sadness in leaving behind the only
friends he had ever known.
Oliver was immediately brought before a
council of ten men at the workhouse. They
decided that Oliver should start work the very
next day.
Life in the workhouse was hard. Meals were
limited to once a day with the rare exception
of a holiday here and there.
The boys ate in a large stone hall. A copper
stove stood at one end with a master constantly
stirring the gruel in it. There was never a need
to wash the bowls, as the boys licked them clean.
Oliver and his friends suffered a slow
starvation for three months. One day, a new
boy came along. He wasn’t used to hunger.
His father had owned a small cookshop before
he had died and left the boy an orphan.
The boy’s eyes grew wild with hunger. “If I
don’t get more food, I shall eat one of you.”

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 This frightened all the other boys. Oliver
was picked to get more food for this boy. He
took his bowl and presented it at the stove.
“Please, sir, I want some more.”
The cook was a fat, nasty man. He couldn’t
believe his ears. “What did you say?”
“Please, sir,” repeated Oliver, “I want some
more.”
The cook crashed the ladle down on Oliver’s
head and called for Mr. Bumble. Bumble was
horrified to learn that Oliver had asked for
more food. It simply wasn’t done. Bumble
took Oliver before the council.
“He shall be hung!” said one of the men.
An animated discussion took place. Oliver
was ordered into confinement and a note was
hung on the gate outside the next day. It said:
“Offering five pounds to anyone who will take
Oliver Twist off the hands of the parish.”
Poor Oliver, he was about to be shuffled off
once more.

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 2
Oliver Becomes an
Apprentice

As punishment, Oliver stayed inside his

small, dark, cramped room for more than a
week. He had committed the crime of asking
for more food. A basic need that he often had
been denied.
During the day, Oliver cried bitterly. But
during the night, he covered his eyes with his
small hands to shut out the darkness. He’d
crouch against the wall, which is the only thing
he felt comforted by. Once a day, he was brought
before the boys and flogged as an example.
It was during the second week that Mr.
Gamfield, a chimney sweep, saw the reward
notice. He was met at the gate by Mr. Bumble.

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 “I want to take the boy in to teach him to be
a chimney sweep,” said Gamfield. “I need an
apprentice.”
Mr. Bumble led him into the workhouse and
straight to the council.
“It’s a nasty trade,” said one of the men when
Gamfield stated his intentions.
“Young boys have been smothered inside of
chimneys,” said another.
After much conversation, it was decided that
Oliver Twist would not be permitted to go.
Mr. Gamfield was angry. A few of the boys
he had taken in had died. Were they holding
this against him?
“How about I take him for less? Say, three
or four pounds?”
The men shook their heads. “He’s yours for
three pounds. He’s just the boy for you. He
doesn’t eat much. If he misbehaves, smack him
around and he’ll be fine.”
The bargain was made and Oliver Twist was
released from his small room. He was ordered
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to put on a clean shirt and given gruel and bread.
Oliver wept, for he thought they wanted to
fatten him up before they killed him.
“No tears, Oliver,” said Bumble. “You should
be thankful. You’re going to be an apprentice.
You have no parents of your own. Now, you
will have a kind and blessed gentleman help
turn you into a man.”
Then he smirked at Oliver. “It did cost the
workhouse money. Three pounds to be exact.
Three pounds for a naughty orphan that no
one has ever loved.”
Oliver sobbed. On their way to the council,
Bumble warned Oliver to appear happy. “You
must say you’re looking forward to being a
chimney sweep apprentice.”
Mr. Limbkins was on the council. He stared
at the boy. “I suppose he’s keen on the idea of
chimney sweeping?”
“Lives for it,” said Bumble giving Oliver a
small pinch.

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 Mr. Limbkins looked at Gamfield. “You’ll
feed him and treat him well?”
Gamfield nodded.
“You look like an honest man,” said Limbkins
as he moved his glasses about. If his eyesight
had been proper, he would have seen into the
evil soul of Gamfield.
“Oh I am,” said Gamfield with an ugly leer.
“I have no doubt you are,” said Limbkins.
He fixed his glasses more firmly on his nose
and looked about him for the inkstand.
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 This was a critical moment of Oliver’s fate.
If the inkstand had been where the old man
thought it was, he would have dipped his pen
into it and signed the papers. Oliver would
have been hurried off. But since his inkstand
was not in front of him, he searched about.
That’s when his eyes landed on a pale and
frightened face.
“My boy, what’s wrong?” Mr. Limbkins asked.
Oliver burst into tears. He fell onto his
knees. Clasping his hands together, he begged
them to beat him. Kill him. Send him back
to the darkness. Anything but send him home
with this dreadful man.
Limbkins tore up the piece of parchment.
No deal was struck. Gamfield was sent away
and Oliver was brought back to his dark room.
The next morning, a sign was once again
hung on the gate. It declared that Oliver Twist
could be theirs for the sum of five pounds.
Mr. Sowerberry, the undertaker, was the next
to inquire about Oliver Twist. Mr. Bumble led
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him in front of the board. It was decided that
Oliver would be a help to this man.
When called upon, Oliver appeared. He
was told that he was to make coffins and
wasn’t allowed to complain or return to the
workhouse.
“If you do so, you will be sent out to sea,”
Mr. Bumble said. If that’s the case, you could
drown or get knocked about on the head.”
With a small bag, Oliver was led to his new
home and workplace by Bumble. Mr. and Mrs.
Sowerberry greeted the boy. Oliver bowed.
“Dear me,” said the wife. “He’s so small.”
“He is small, but he’ll grow,” said Mr. Bumble.
“We’ll have to feed him, which will cost us
more than he’s worth,” said the woman. She
opened the cellar door. “Get down there and
work, you bag of bones.” She pushed Oliver
down a steep flight of stairs into a stone coal
cellar.
It was the kitchen. A young girl sat at a table
darning socks.
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 “Charlotte,” said the woman, “give this boy
the chips we set out for Trip. I suppose the boy
will think his food is just fine.”
Oliver devoured the dog’s food without
hesitating. The woman was horrified that he
had finished so quickly. She thought of all the
future meals he would eat. She turned to her
husband and asked, “What have you done?”
Mrs. Sowerberry then turned to Oliver and
said, “Now that you’re finished, come with me.
You don’t mind sleeping among the coffins do
you?” She laughed as she pointed to a thin
mattress under a counter. “I suppose it don’t
matter a bit because you have no choice in the
matter.”
Oliver had no choice but to obey the evil
woman.

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 3
Oliver Makes a Decision

After a month as an apprentice, an event

that seemed small and petty at the time would
end up changing Oliver Twist’s future.
One day, Oliver and another worker, Noah,
had started to eat their evening meal. Noah
had been jealous of Oliver’s attention from Mr.
Sowerberry. Noah started to tease Oliver in his
usual ways. But this day, he felt more hateful
than ever.
“How’s your mother, Oliver?”
“She’s dead,” replied Oliver. “Don’t say
anything more about her.” Oliver’s breathed
quickly. His eyes started to tear.
“What did she die of?” asked Noah, smirking.
“A broken heart. That’s what some of the
nurses told me.” Oliver appeared to be talking
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to himself. “I think I know what it may mean
to die of that.” Tears streamed down his face.
“What are you sniffling about?” asked Noah.
“Your mother was a bad one, you know. You
must know that.”
“What did you say?” asked Oliver.
“I said she was a bad one,” said Noah. “Good
thing she died when she did or she would have
probably been hung.”
Crimson with fury, Oliver overturned a
table and some chairs. He grabbed Noah by
the throat and shook him. With a heavy blow
to the head, he knocked Noah to the ground.
Just a minute before, Oliver had looked like
a quiet, meek, dejected creature. But his spirit
was roused at last. His blood was on fire.
“He’s going to murder me,” screamed Noah.
“Oliver’s gone mad! Someone help me!”
Charlotte and Mrs. Sowerberry rushed
into the room. “You little wretch!” screamed
Charlotte as she grabbed Oliver’s arm. “You
ungrateful, murderous boy!”
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 Noah was able to regain his footing and,
with the help of Mrs. Sowerberry, they subdued
Oliver. They dragged a kicking, screaming
Oliver into a closet and locked him inside.
Mrs. Sowerberry fell into a chair. “We would
have all been murdered. He’s mad! I hope this
teaches my husband not to bring any of that
kind into our home again.”
She called Noah over to her. “He’ll kick
down that door in ten minutes time. Run and
get Mr. Bumble. He’ll know how to handle that
beast.” She gave him a shove. “Don’t bother to
get your hat. Be off with you and get us help
at once.”
Noah took off, without his hat, tearing
through the streets until he reached the
workhouse gate. When Mr. Bumble saw him,
he knew something was terribly wrong.
“Has Oliver run away?” he asked.
“No, sir. No. But he has turned vicious. He
tried to murder me,” said Noah. “He tried to
murder Charlotte and the Misses, too.”
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 Noah continued to exaggerate the extent
of what had happened. “He would have killed
the master too but he’s out and about town.
Mrs. Sowerberry needs you to come at once.”
When they arrived back at the undertaker’s
home, Oliver was still screaming and kicking at
the door.
Bumble walked toward the door and gave
it a swift kick himself. “Oliver! Do you know
who this is?”
“Yes,” replied Oliver.
“Are you afraid of my voice? Are you
trembling?” asked Bumble.
“No!” shouted Oliver.
Bumble took a step back and straightened
himself up. It was an answer he had not
expected. By the look of the three others in
the room, they were just as surprised.
“He must be mad,” said Mrs. Sowerberry.
“No boy in his right mind would speak to you
that way.”

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 “It’s not madness,” said Bumble. “It’s meat!”
He scowled at her. “You’ve overfed him. You
raised a spirit in him, I’m afraid. If you kept
him on gruel, this would never have happened.”
Mrs. Sowerberry felt ashamed. “I only fed
him what no one else would eat. Even the dog
wouldn’t eat what Oliver ate.”
It was at this moment that Mr. Sowerberry
returned. Upon hearing the news that Oliver
tried to murder everyone, he knew what he
must do. He opened the door and pulled Oliver
out of the cellar.
“Now, you’re a nice fellow, ain’t you? Why
did you go about threatening everyone?”
Oliver pointed to Noah. His face was still
full of rage. “He called my mother names.”
“So what?” said Mrs. Sowerberry. “She
deserved what she was called.”
“That’s a lie!” screamed Oliver.
Mrs. Sowerberry burst into tears. Mr.
Sowerberry knew that if he didn’t punish
Oliver this instant or hesitated in any way,
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there would be a price to pay with his wife. He
at once gave Oliver a beating that satisfied all.
Oliver was then sent to his drab room. He
sat silently for a long time. Finally, he rose to
his feet and opened the door. He stood looking
out at the vastness of the cold world. He looked
up at the stars which seemed so far away.
He closed the door softly. He then gathered
up the few belongings he had, tied them up
in a handkerchief, and sat down on a bench to
wait for the morning light to appear.
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 Early the next morning, Oliver Twist ran
away. He headed back the way he came. He
paused at the workhouse when he saw his old
friend Dick outside.
“Oliver!” cried Dick.
“Hush, Dick. No one can know I’ve stopped
by. You mustn’t tell anyone. I’ve been treated
poorly and I’m running away to seek my
fortune.” He touched his friend’s cheek. “You
look so pale, Dick.”
“I’ll be alright, Oliver. I won’t tell a soul I
saw you. You must go now. Be safe.” He kissed
Oliver on the cheek. “God bless you, Oliver.”
The blessing was from a young child’s lips,
but it was the first that Oliver had ever heard
said upon him. During all the struggles and
troubles that came from that day forward, he
never once forgot the blessings of young Dick.

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 4
Fagin and His Gang

Oliver was on his way to London. He

had often heard the workhouse men say that
London was where the poor could find ways
to live. It was the perfect place for a homeless
boy!
It took Oliver six days to land in London.
He traveled with a few shirts, some crumbs of
bread, and two pairs of socks in his bundle.
He begged for water at cottage doors and
slept in meadows in haystacks. He felt cold,
tired, and alone. On his journey, signs started
to appear that beggars would be put in jail.
This frightened Oliver a great deal and made
him walk faster.
But luck was with him when a man gave him
a meal of bread and cheese. A woman greeted
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him with pity and sympathy and offered him
what little she had. She had a son who was
off wondering about in some part of the world.
She hoped someone would treat him as well as
she treated Oliver.
On the seventh morning, Oliver made his
way to the tiny town of Barnet. It was there
that he met the strangest-looking boy. He was
about his own age but had the manners and air
of a man. He wore a man’s coat that reached
to his heels. His trousers hung off of him.
“Hello!” said the boy to Oliver. “How are
you?”
“Tired,” said Oliver. “I’ve walked a long way.
Been walking for seven days straight.”
“Seven days!” said the boy. “You must be
hungry then. If you want grub, you shall have
grub.”
He led Oliver to a nearby shop where they
feasted on ham and bread.
“Staying in London?” asked the strange boy.
“Yes.”
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 “Got any lodgings?”
“No.”
“Money?”
“No.”
The strange boy whistled and put his arms
into his pockets as far as the big coat sleeves
would let them go.
“Do you live in London?” asked Oliver.
“I do indeed. When I’m home, that is. I
suppose you’d like a place to sleep tonight?”
“Please,” answered Oliver.
“I know a man in London. He will give you
free room and board if you’re with me.”
Oliver couldn’t resist the offer of a free
room. After that, he learned the boy’s name
was Jack Dawkins. “My friends refer to me as
the Artful Dodger.”
It wasn’t until eleven o’clock that evening
that Oliver and Jack made their way to the
man’s house. As they approached the town,
a stench invaded the air. It was a dirty and
wretched place.
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 By far, it was the worst that Oliver ever laid
eyes on. For a split second, Oliver thought of
running away. But in seconds, he was being
pulled inside the house.
“Who’s there?” said a faraway voice.
“Plummy and slam!” replied Jack.
This seemed to be a secret password. It
must have been the correct password because
a man’s face peeped out of a passage. “There’s
two of you. Who’s that?”
“A new pal,” replied Jack, pulling Oliver
forward. “Is Fagin upstairs?” He didn’t wait
for an answer. Jack pulled Oliver up the dark
stairway that had several broken steps.
The ease of which Jack traveled up the
rickety stairs led Oliver to believe that Jack
had walked on them often enough.
Once upstairs, Jack threw open the door to
a back room. The walls and ceiling were black
with age and dirt. There was a meal upon the
fire and a table in front of it. Candles were on

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the table. Sausages cooked in the frying pan as
a man stood with fork in hand above them.
“This is him, Fagin,” said Jack. “My friend,
Oliver Twist.”
The man grinned. He took Oliver by the
hands and called for everyone to gather around
him. Five boys scurried over. One was anxious
to hang Oliver’s cap on a peg for him. Another
offered to put his hands in Oliver’s pockets
so he wouldn’t have the trouble of emptying
them himself.
“We’re very glad to have you, Oliver,” said
Fagin. “Dodger, take off the sausages and fix
Oliver a plate.”
Oliver’s mouth watered when he saw his
plate filled high with sausages. As he ate, he
couldn’t help but notice all the handkerchiefs
hanging about the place.
“Don’t you be thinking about those right
now,” said Fagin as he handed Oliver a drink.
Oliver took a sip and soon felt tired. It wasn’t
long before he fell into a deep sleep.
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 Fagin and the boys tricked Oliver into
thinking that they earned money by cleaning
handkerchiefs and making pocketbooks.
“Maybe you can teach me to make such
beautiful things,” said Oliver.
All of them roared with laughter. This
puzzled Oliver. The odd games they played
puzzled him, too. Fagin would dress up and
pretend to shop around the room. Then
the boys would try to reach into his pockets
without him seeing or feeling them. They even
convinced Oliver to play this silly game.
It wasn’t until a week later that Oliver
understood that it was not a silly game at all.
They were practicing their pickpocket skills!
All the handkerchiefs and trinkets in Fagin’s
room were stolen!

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 5
A Robbery Takes Place

Oliver learned of their evil ways when he

was out strolling about one day.
“See that man over there looking at the
books?” asked the Dodger. “Watch us steal
from him!”
The Dodger and Bates ran toward the man.
He was reading and didn’t notice the boys. But he
felt something strange. When he turned around,
he saw Oliver screaming and running away. The
man thought Oliver was the pickpocket.
“Stop thief!” yelled the man.
Oliver ran faster. The Dodger and Bates
started to run in a different direction. The
townspeople started to chase Oliver. “Stop
thief!” they shouted.

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 A hand from the crowd reached out and
grabbed Oliver’s shoulder. The hand had
sores all over it. The man had purple lips. He
knocked Oliver to the ground.
The police were called at once. They took
Oliver to see a judge. When they were in front
of the judge, Oliver fainted. He was frightened.
“This boy is ill,” said Mr. Brownlow. “He
tried to steal from me but I don’t want to press
charges. He’s a young, sick, boy.”
Just then, the bookseller came in to see the
judge. He knew Oliver was innocent. He had
witnessed everything. Oliver was set free.
Mr. Brownlow took Oliver home with him.
He and his housekeeper, Mrs. Bedwin, nursed
Oliver back to health. In the room where he
slept, there was a large portrait of a beautiful
woman on the wall.
“Mrs. Bedwin, do you think Oliver resembles
the woman in that portrait?” Mr. Brownlow
asked.

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 “Shockingly so, Mr. Brownlow,” said Mrs.
Bedwin. She couldn’t stop marveling at how
much they looked like each other. But they
never spoke of it again since Mr. Brownlow had
the portrait removed.
Oliver woke up the next day. He had never
seen such a fancy place! He was pleased when
Mr. Brownlow asked him to stay with him.
“You are a good boy put in a bad situation,”
said Mr. Brownlow. “I am interested in your
future. I’m also curious about your past.”
This pleased Oliver. “You won’t send me
away?” he asked.
“Never,” said Mr. Brownlow. “But I do hope
to learn more about you. Where were you
born? How did you end up in this town?”
Just then, a friend of Mr. Brownlow’s arrived.
It was Mr. Grimwig, a sour man. He always
had a scowl on his face and bad thoughts in his
heart.
“You will tell me your story shortly,” said Mr.
Brownlow. “But today, I have an errand that I’d
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like you to do.” He picked up some books. “I
need these returned to the bookseller and new
books brought to me.” He gave Oliver a five
pound note.
“He won’t return,” said Grimwig. “His kind
never does. He’s going to run off with your
money.”
Brownlow laughed. “Nonsense. Oliver is a
good boy.” He smiled as Oliver made his way
out the door and down the path, clutching the
five pound note.
While Oliver was happy with his new
arrangements, Fagin was not.
“Where did he get to?” Fagin screamed at
the Dodger and Bates. Fagin had beaten both
boys for allowing Oliver to be taken in front of
the judge.
One of Fagin’s brutal men, Bill Sikes, was
angry. “Oliver is going to turn all of us in. He
must be found before it’s too late for us.”
Sikes had a plan. He forced Nancy, another
member of Fagin’s gang, to go to the police
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station and ask about Oliver. She pretended
she was his sister.
“He was taken to a house in Pettonville,” said
an officer.
When Nancy told Fagin, he exploded. “He
must be found! We must kidnap him!” He
thought up an evil plan.
Nancy and Sikes watched Brownlow’s house.
They hid in the bushes and followed Oliver to
the bookseller. Right before he went inside,
Nancy pounced on him.
“Oliver! My long lost brother! There you
are!” She grabbed Oliver as he kicked and
screamed. People gathered to see what all the
fuss was about.
“He joined a band of robbers and broke
my mother’s heart!” shouted Nancy. “Come,
Oliver. Time to come home!”
Oliver still kicked and screamed. Then Sikes
came upon the scene with his dog. “Oliver! I
don’t believe it! Go home with your sister now!”

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 Oliver was confused. “I don’t know these
people. Help me!”
No one helped Oliver. Nancy and Sikes
managed to carry him away and brought him
to Fagin.
“Let me go,” begged Oliver. “These belong
to a man who has been kind to me. He’ll think
I ran away with his money.”
“It’s my money now,” shouted Fagin as he
struck Oliver with a cane.
Nancy stepped between the two. “He’s
suffered enough, Fagin. Leave him alone. You
got the boy back. You made him a thief. Surely
that’s enough! I was younger than Oliver when
I started robbing and I’m still doing it. Leave
the boy alone.”
Fagin was enraged. “That’s enough of you,
Nancy. Put that kid to bed and make sure he
never wears those fancy clothes again.”
As Nancy took Oliver’s clothes away, Fagin
couldn’t help but wonder why Nancy was
defending a wretched boy like Oliver Twist.
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Shots Ring Out

One day Mr. Bumble had to travel to

London on business. As he entered a tavern, he
came upon a sign that promised a reward for a
missing boy. The boy’s name was Oliver Twist!
The note said that anyone with information
about Oliver’s past or his present whereabouts
would be rewarded with five gold coins.
What luck, thought Bumble. He copied Mr.
Brownlow’s address and went to see him at
once. When he arrived, Mr. Brownlow and Mr.
Grimwig were in the study drinking tea.
“What do you know of Oliver Twist?” asked
Mr. Brownlow.
“He was born to low and vicious parents,”
said Bumble. “Since his birth, he has displayed
nothing but treachery, ingratitude, and malice.
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He attacked a boy and tried to murder others.
He’s nothing but a menace, I’m afraid.”
Mr. Grimwig looked at Brownlow with a
smug smile. “Just as I suspected.”
Brownlow rang for Mrs. Bedwin. “That boy is
an imposter. Never let me hear his name again.”
“I don’t believe it! He’s a gentle soul. A
dear,” said Mrs. Bedwin. “It can’t be true.”
Mr. Brownlow dismissed Mrs. Bedwin, paid
Mr. Bumble, and bid Grimwig a good evening.
He went to bed that night with a heavy heart.
Oliver’s heart sank that night as well. He
missed his kind friends. It was well for him
that he didn’t know what they had heard about
him or it might have broken his heart outright.

Fagin was afraid Oliver would run away

again, so he threatened him daily with beatings.
It wasn’t until Fagin went to see Nancy and
Sikes about robbing a house that he allowed
Oliver out of his tiny room.
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 “That house has all types of things for the
taking. It’s going to be ours,” said Fagin.
“The house is too hard to get into,” said Sikes.
“The windows are too small for Nancy to get
through.”
“Then take Oliver,” said Fagin. “He’s small
and should fit through fine.”
Nancy arrived to see Oliver the next night.
“Sikes wants to see you.”
“What does he want me for?” asked Oliver.
Nancy sighed. “I’m afraid he’s up to no good.
But you have no choice, Oliver. Neither do I.”
After Nancy brought Oliver to Sikes, they
walked all day long. It wasn’t until midnight that
they landed in front of a house. One of Fagin’s
gang members, Toby, was waiting for them.
“Lift him up to that window,” said Toby.
Oliver’s eyes grew wide, for he realized that
he was to rob a house! “Have mercy on me. Let
me go and I won’t tell anyone.”
They ignored Oliver’s pleas. Sikes pushed
him up to the window and threatened him
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with a pistol. “When you get inside, go to the
front door and unlock it.”
With a gun at his back, Oliver did what he
was told. But when he let the two men in, he
panicked and started to shout.
At once, two half-dressed men appeared.
There was a struggle and shots rang out. Oliver
was wounded! He was bleeding badly as Sikes
and Toby carried him out of the house. When
they couldn’t carry Oliver any farther, they
threw him into a ditch to die.

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Nurse Sally’s Secret

It was a cold, bitter evening. At the same

workhouse where Oliver was born, Mr. Bumble
was sipping tea with Mrs. Corney, the woman
in charge. They chatted about the paupers in
disgust while they had their fill of cheese and
tea.
“We already take care of these paupers and
here they are always complaining they need
more,” said Mrs. Corney.
“A selfish bunch,” replied Mr. Bumble as he
slid his chair closer to Mrs. Corney.
Mrs. Corney blushed. She was widowed for
twenty-five years and looked forward to these
chats with Mr. Bumble.
Mr. Bumble finished his tea. Then, he leaned
over and kissed Mrs. Corney.
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 “How dare you,” she said. “I’ll scream if you
do that again.”
Before she had the chance, the door opened.
“Old Sally is dying. She said she must tell you
something at once, Mrs. Corney.”
Mrs. Corney was annoyed at this interruption.
She secretly had hoped to be kissed again. But,
she hurried off to see Sally.
When Mrs. Corney entered the dark attic,
Sally mustered all her strength and sat up.
“Lie down,” commanded Mrs. Corney. “God
will be coming for you soon enough.”
Sally refused to lie down. “I will never put
my head on that pillow again until I’m dead,”
said Sally. “Come closer. I must whisper in
your ear.”
Mrs. Corney leaned over and tilted her ear
to Sally’s mouth.
“Make the nurses go away,” said Sally.
At once, Corney dismissed both of them.
“Now listen to me,” said the dying woman
aloud. “In this very room, in this very bed, I
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once nursed a pretty woman who was brought
here full of dirt and dust. She gave birth to a
boy and died.” Sally started to sob. “She wasn’t
even cold before I stole it from her. Took it
right from her.”
“Stole what?” demanded Mrs. Coney.
“It,” replied Sally sobbing louder. “It was the
only thing she had. It was gold I tell you. Rich
gold that might have saved her life.”
“Gold?” asked Corney, moving closer. “Tell
me more.”
“She asked me to keep it for the child. If
only I had, he may have been treated better. If
only they had known. His life could have been
better. So much better.”
“What was the boy’s name?” asked Mrs.
Corney.
“They called him Oliver. The gold I stole
was . . .”
But she never finished the sentence. Sally
fell back onto her pillow never to take another
breath.
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 Mrs. Corney spied a piece of paper in Sally’s
hand. She slipped it out of Sally’s hand and
shoved it into her pocket before the nurses
rushed back in.
“She’s gone,” said Mrs. Corney. “Stone dead.
And nothing to tell after all.” She left the room,
leaving the two women to hover over the body.
While Corney attended to Sally, Mr. Bumble
inspected the room he was in. He counted the
silver teaspoons and sugar tongs, inspected the
fine furniture, and peeked inside Mrs. Corney’s
chest of drawers.
He saw a small box in the last drawer. When
he shook it, he heard the clinking of a coin. He
smiled. “I’ll do it,” he said to himself as if he
came to a sudden decision.
Mrs. Corney burst through the door and
held her hand over her heart. “I’ve been so
dreadfully put out, Mr. Bumble.”
Mr. Bumble tried to coax information out of
her but she was too excited. “Have a drink of
spiced peppermint,” said Mr. Bumble.
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 Mrs. Corney slowly sipped the drink as he
stood staring at her.
“Have you heard,” said Mr. Bumble, “that
Mr. Stout is expected to die this week? He
is the master of the workhouse now. They’ll
need a replacement and I am such the one.”
He glanced at the drawer with the coin. “If you
would marry me, we could live there rent-free.”
Mrs. Corney threw her arms around Mr.
Bumble and promised her love and willingness
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 “Now tell me, dear, what upset you so?”
asked Bumble.
She hushed him. “After we’re married, I
shall tell you. Now, let’s celebrate.”
At the same time, Fagin, Charley Bates, and
the Dodger waited for news of the robbery.
Finally, Toby Crackit arrived. He ran in
flustered with bright red cheeks. “The robbery
failed. They drew their guns and shot Oliver.
He was bleeding. Bill Sikes carried Oliver until
he couldn’t carry him anymore. They chased
us all over the countryside. When they sent
dogs after us, we had to leave him in a ditch to
die.”
Fagin flew into a rage. “Where’s Sikes?”
But he didn’t wait for an answer. He was
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Fagin and Monks
Strike a Deal

Fagin made his way to the Three Cripples.

“Is Sikes here?” Fagin asked the landlord.
“Nah. He won’t be back until things settle a
bit,” replied the landlord.
“Will he be here tonight?” asked Fagin.
“You must mean Monks,” said the landlord,
hesitating. He glanced quickly around the room.
“Hush,” said Fagin. “Keep your voice down.”
Then he nodded.
“He’ll be here in ten minutes.”
Fagin exploded once again. “I can’t wait ten
minutes. Tell him to come see me tomorrow.”
Fagin quickly left and found himself walking
to Sikes’s house. Although Sikes wasn’t there,
Nancy was.
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 “The robbery went bad,” said Fagin. “Oliver
was left in a ditch. Could be dead. If Sikes
comes back and doesn’t bring me Oliver, I’m
going to kill him,” said Fagin.
Nancy started to beat Fagin with her fists.
“Bill has done a lot of crimes for you. Made
you lots of money. As for Oliver, I hope he is
dead. His life would be better for it. He has
no hope with you, Fagin. Look what you did
to me. Living with you is worse than death.”
Fagin pushed Nancy down on the floor. “I
must have Oliver alive. He’s worth hundreds
of pounds to me.”
He left Nancy and returned to his own
home. As he approached the door, a shadowy
figure stepped out from the hedge.
“Monks!” said Fagin as he looked quickly
around. “Come in.”
“I’ve been waiting for two hours,” said Monks.
“Where the devil have you been?”
“On your business all night,” replied Fagin.
“Of course,” said Monks. “What’s come of it?”
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 “Nothing good,” said Fagin. He led Monk
upstairs and told him about the failed robbery.
“I’ll tell you again,” said Monks. “It was badly
planned. Why didn’t you keep Oliver here and
make a pickpocket out of him? If you had the
patience, he would have been caught and sent
away for good. I could have been done with
him if he went to prison.”
“And who would benefit from that?” asked
Fagin.
Monks lowered his eyes. “Me. Only me.”
“That is true, Monks. But I have a great
interest in him. It has been difficult to train
him in this business. Nothing frightens him.
He’s used to beatings. If I withhold food, he
doesn’t care because he’s known hunger.
“Look what happened when I sent him out
with the Dodger and Charley Bates. Did he
get caught? No! He ended up living with the
man he robbed.”
“That was not my fault,” said Monks.

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 “True, but it’s how you found him. You
happened upon him at the booksellers that
day and struck him down to the ground. But
Nancy now feels sorry for Oliver.”
Monks bit down on his purple, swollen lips
and rubbed his hands full of sores together.
“Then kill her! Let me do it! We can have no
one looking out for Oliver Twist.”
“I won’t kill Nancy,” said Fagin. “But I will
turn Oliver into a criminal if he’s still alive. I
can promise you that.”
“If he’s dead,” said Monks, “I had nothing to
do with it. My name cannot be mentioned.”
Suddenly, Monks stopped talking. “I saw the
shadow of a woman in a cloak and bonnet pass.”
Fagin rushed out into the hall. “No one is
there. It’s your mind playing tricks on you.”
“I swear I saw it,” replied Monks. “It was
leaning over but when I spoke, it darted away.”
If Fagin and Monks would have looked
behind the shrubs outside, they would have
found their lurking shadow.
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A Strange Turn of Events

The day after the robbery, Oliver awoke in

a ditch. His arm was bloodied and of no use to
him. He struggled to his feet and made his way
to the nearest house. It was the same house
that Fagin’s gang had tried to rob.
Oliver quietly knocked on the door. Two
servants, Giles and Brittles, opened the door.
They gasped at the poor boy in front of them
covered in blood.
“It’s him, Brittles!” declared Giles. “One of
the robbers!”
Brittles grabbed the boy and threw him on
the floor. “This is the one you shot, Giles.”
“Don’t let him die,” said Giles. “For I want
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 “Giles,” whispered a voice from the top of the
steps, “you’re frightening my aunt as much as
the thieves.” A young woman rushed down the
stairs. “Why, it’s only a boy. Is he badly hurt?”
She examined the boy. “Just a boy, I say.
One who hasn’t been given a chance in life.”
She stood and spoke sternly to the servants.
“Take him upstairs to Giles’s room. Let him
rest. Then run off and call on the doctor.”
She looked at Oliver once again. “We must
treat him kindly, Giles. Treat him kindly for me.”
Miss Rose was seventeen. She was mild
and gentle, pure and beautiful. She had noble
deep blue eyes and a good humor and nature
to match. Her aunt, Mrs. Maylie, came into the
room to look over Oliver.
Brittles returned with Dr. Losberne an hour
later. “The boy is ill,” said the doctor. He turned
to Giles. “This was your doing?”
“It was my honor,” Giles replied.
“Your honor? But was it fair?” asked the
doctor. “A knock on the head, perhaps.”
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 Giles felt ashamed.
Dr. Losberne called the women in to see
Oliver. “He is quiet and resting comfortably
now. I think you both need to see how young
he is.”
Rose walked in and sat in a chair next to his
bed. She pushed his hair aside and wept.
The old woman gasped. “This poor child
could not have been a pupil of the robbers! He
is too young.”
The doctor spoke. “The youngest and fairest
are too often its chosen victims. He knew no
other way.”
Rose continued to weep. “He may never
have known a mother’s love or the comfort of
a home.” She turned to her aunt. “Please think
of that, Aunt, before you allow them to haul
him off to prison. If I didn’t have you, I could
be where he is now.”
The woman pulled Rose close to her. “I
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drawing to an end. May mercy be shown to
me as I show it to others.”
Oliver didn’t wake up until much later that
night. When he did, he told the sorry details of
his life. His tale was filled with such suffering,
misery, and cruelty that Rose and the aunt wept.
“We must do something for him,” said Rose.
“Perhaps we can convince the servants,” said
Dr. Losberne, “that Oliver was not one of the
robber’s gang.”
Aunt Maylie called for Giles and Brittles.
“Can you swear that this is the same boy you
saw last night in the darkness of the house?”
Brittles and Giles could not be certain. The
police did not need to come and see Oliver.
He would remain a free boy!
Oliver grew stronger with each passing
week. He felt the kindness that Mrs. Maylie,
Rose, and the good doctor had to give. He
wanted to repay their kindness.
“You have repaid us a thousand times simply
by being here, Oliver,” Rose said.
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 Nicer words had the small boy ever heard.
He truly felt as if he were a part of their family.
When spring came, they took a trip. Dr.
Losberne accompanied them. One morning
he took Oliver out for a ride in the carriage.
Suddenly, Oliver turned pale and pointed.
“That house!” Oliver exclaimed. “That’s
where Fagin’s gang took me in. That means that
Mr. Brownlow doesn’t live too far from here.”
“Let’s go see them!” said Dr. Losberne. “They
will be overjoyed to see you.” When Oliver saw
the large white house, he jumped out of the
carriage and ran to the door. A servant answered.
Oliver beamed. “Mr. Brownlow, please. Tell
him Oliver is here. Back at last!”
“I’m sorry,” said the servant. “He’s gone off
with Mrs. Bedwin and Mr. Grimwig to the West
Indies. They left just six weeks ago.”
Naturally, Oliver was disappointed, but he
knew there was nothing he could do. He was
thankful for his new family. It was the happiest
three months young Oliver had ever known.
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Rose Becomes Ill

The happy days quickly came to an end.

Rose became ill. So ill that her aunt thought
she was going to die.
“Don’t say that,” said Oliver. “She makes
everyone so happy. Heaven will never let her
die so young.”
“She has a fever. I’ve heard of this fever. It
will get worse,” said Mrs. Maylie. “Go at once
and fetch Dr. Losberne. He’ll know what to
do.” She gave him a letter. “You must travel
four miles to deliver it to the station. Once
there, they’ll take it from there on horseback
to Chertsey.”
At the last moment, she gave him another
letter. It was addressed to a Henry Maylie,
Esquire.
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 Oliver was off at once. He ran across fields
and down little lanes. Finally, he came to the
station. He paused and looked about the inn
next door. He hurried up the path and knocked
into a man coming out of the inn.
“Curses to you,” raged the man. “What
are you doing here? You haunt me and will
continue to do so. Death upon your heart!”
Oliver was shaken by the man’s appearance.
He had purple lips and sores covered his hands.
He tried to grab Oliver but Oliver was too fast,
for the man had been drinking. As Oliver ran,
he turned to see the man fall to the ground
with a foaming mouth.
Oliver quickly forgot about the strange man.
He ventured forward, delivered the letter, and
rushed home to be by Rose’s side. She had
grown worse. A local doctor was standing over
her.
“It would be a miracle if she makes it,” he
said.

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 Oliver didn’t sleep a wink that night. He
prayed to God to save the woman’s life who
had saved his own.
Dr. Losberne arrived late the next evening.
“So loved. So young. But I am afraid there is
very little hope,” he declared.
That day, Oliver crept away to a churchyard
and spent the day in prayer. When he returned,
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crying. Oliver’s heart sank. She hadn’t left
Rose’s side at all. What did this mean?
Dr. Losberne walked into the room. He
took his hat off.
“Tell me,” cried Mrs. Maylie. “Is she dead?”
“No!” cried the good doctor. “She is not
dead nor will she die. She will live to see many
more days!”
They all fell upon their knees and gave
thanks through their tears of joy.
The next day, Oliver went out to the fields
to gather flowers for Rose’s room. When he
returned, he saw a young man getting out of
a carriage. Mrs. Maylie was looking at him
through the open door.
“Mother! I just heard the news. Rose will
live! Why didn’t you call for me sooner? If
she had . . . I can’t even bring myself to say
the word.” He kissed his mother on the cheek.
“I would never have known happiness again if
anything had happened.”

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 “There is a stain on her name. If you marry
her, that stain becomes yours. It’s of no fault of
hers. But if you had children, they would feel
the shame.”
“Mother! There is no shame. I love her. I
would protect her always and never leave her.”
“You think so now, Harry. But the world is
cruel,” Mrs. Maylie said.
“It would be crueler to never love her. I have
suffered greatly without her. My heart is set on
Rose. If you oppose me, you strip away all of
my happiness.”
“It is because I love both of you so much
that I want to spare your future broken hearts.
But come,” she grabbed his hands and kissed
them. “We can talk of this later.”
“Will you tell her I am here?” asked Harry.
Harry had to wait until the fever was gone
before he could see Rose. When she saw him,
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come. Your future is bright and must not
include me.”
“My future is you!” exclaimed Harry.
“Without you, I am nothing.” He took her chin
in his hand. “Do you love me as I love you?”
Rose blushed. “Yes, but there are too many
people who would mock you. My background
is not worthy. You must go.”
“If you want me to go, you first must promise
me one thing. In a year’s time, I will come back
to you and you must once again talk of our love.”
Rose agreed as Harry fled the room. He was
too pained to turn to get one last look of the
woman he loved.
Outside, resting from his sleepless nights
filled with prayers for Rose, Oliver saw Fagin’s
face flash before him. He shuddered. Was it a
dream? He then heard a rustle in the bushes.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fagin and
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 Oliver screamed for help. Harry rushed
outside to him. He helped Giles and Brittles
look about the property but didn’t see any signs
of the men.
“You’ve had many troubles, Oliver,” said
Harry. “Perhaps you are dreaming about them
now.”
But Oliver knew the truth. It was Fagin and
his helper coming to take him away from his
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Monks Destroys Evidence

So it came to be that Mr. Bumble and Mrs.

Corney married. Bumble was promoted to
master of the workhouse. It had only been
two months since the marriage, but it was two
months too much. Bumble missed his old life.
“I sold myself for six teaspoons, two pair of
silver sugar tongs, fine furniture, and a coin,” he
said as he sat across from Mrs. Bumble.
Mrs. Bumble growled. “You were cheap
then. Lord knows I paid for you!”
The two had another fight that ended with
Mr. Bumble finding his way to the town pub. He
seated himself at the bar. There was a stranger
sitting next to him. Mr. Bumble couldn’t help
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 “I know you, don’t I?” said the man. “Aren’t
you the master of the workhouse?”
“I am, I am,” Mr. Bumble replied.
“What luck,” said the man. “I came to town
today to find you. But you found me first.”
He slid a few coins over to Bumble. “Think
back quite a few years ago. Twelve to be exact.
To a time when a woman gave birth in your
workhouse and died.”
“We had lots of those women,” said Bumble.
“All the same to me.”
“The baby was a boy. He was later sent to
live with a coffin maker.”
“You mean Oliver Twist,” said Bumble. “I
knew of him. A rascal. A menace.”
“I know enough about him,” said the man.
“I want to know about the nurse who helped
deliver that baby. Where is she? I must find
her.”
“Out of work,” laughed Bumble. “She’s
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 Bumble wasn’t sure if the man looked
disappointed or relieved at the news.
The stranger stood up to leave. But Bumble
was cunning. He remembered the night of
Sally’s death. Mrs. Corney knew something and
had promised to tell him when they married.
“I know someone who knew her,” said
Bumble. “She was with her the day she died.
She could help you . . . for a price.”
The stranger smiled. “Meet me tomorrow
evening at nine o’clock.” He took out a piece
of paper and scribbled an address on it. “Tell
no one.”
The man started to go out the door as
Bumble looked at the address. It was by the
waterside. He noticed the man had forgotten
to write down his name.
“Sir,” said Bumble, “what is your name?”
The man stared at him.
“I need to know who to ask for tomorrow.”
“Monks,” said the man. “Ask for Monks.”

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 The next evening was dry and humid. Mr.
and Mrs. Bumble disguised themselves in long
cloaks and made their way to a rickety house
on the water.
“Hello there,” said a voice from above.
“Come inside. Don’t keep me waiting.”
The two made their way inside to the
cramped, dirty house.
“Is this the woman?” demanded Monks.
“This is the woman,” replied Bumble. “As
promised.”
Monks smiled. “The sooner we do our
business the better.”
“You want information about the nurse who
helped bring Oliver Twist into this world?”
asked Mrs. Bumble. “What’s it worth to you?”
“Maybe nothing or maybe twenty pounds,”
said Monks. “Depends on what you tell me.”
“It’s worth more than that,” said the woman.
“I want twenty-five pounds. In gold.”
“Twenty-five pounds in gold!” exclaimed
Monks.
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 “I assure you it’s a small sum for such a large
secret,” said Mr. Bumble.
Monks hesitated before shoving his hand in
his pocket. He took out a canvas bag. He handed
Mrs. Bumble twenty-five pounds in gold.
Mrs. Bumble smiled. “When Nurse Sally
died, we were alone. She spoke of a young boy
that she brought into the world. In fact, she
brought him into the world in the very room
she slept in. The nurse robbed his mother.”
“In life?” asked Monks.
“In death,” replied the woman. “She stole
from the corpse. She had given Sally something
meant for the son, but Sally kept it herself.
Then she sold it for money.”
“Who did she sell it to? What was it?” asked
Monks.
Before she could explain more,” said Mrs.
Bumble, “she fell back onto her pillow and died.”
“Without saying more?” asked Monks. “It’s
a lie! You’re lying to me! I will not be played
by you or your husband.”
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 “It’s the truth,” said Mrs. Bumble. “But she
clutched my hand and slid something into it as
she died. It was a pawn ticket. The ticket was
about to expire in two days. So, I went and
retrieved the object.”
“Where is it now?” asked Monks.
She threw a bag on the table. “Right here.”
She pulled out a small gold locket. “Inside were
two locks of hair and a plain gold wedding ring.”
She held the locket out for Monks to inspect.
“It has the name Agnes on it,” said Mr.
Bumble. “The date is the year before the child
was born.”
“Anything else?” asked Monks.
“That’s all I know,” said Mrs. Bumble. Mr.
Bumble prayed it was enough. He didn’t want
Monks to take the twenty-five pounds back.
“Is that the information you wanted?” asked
Mrs. Bumble.
“It’s exactly what I needed,” said Monks.
“But now I must do this.” He jumped up and
slid the table aside. He grabbed an iron ring on
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one of the floorboards and threw it back. The
Bumbles quickly gathered around the trapdoor.
“Look down,” said Monks.
The water was below them racing rapidly.
Monks took the contents of the bag, wrapped
them back up, and threw the bag into the water
below. He closed the door. “Our business is
done. Leave at once. You will do well to forget
my name.”
The Bumbles rushed out of the dank house
happy to travel far away from this crazy man.
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A Warning for Rose

The next evening, Bill Sikes woke up from

a nap.
“How do you feel tonight?” asked Nancy.
“As weak as water. Lend me a hand and help
me off this bed.” His mood was foul and didn’t
improve when Fagin dropped by for a visit.
“I’ve brought something for you, Sikes.”
Fagin had the Dodger open a bag and hand the
food and drink to a sickly looking Bill.
“This is good but I need money,” said Sikes.
“If I don’t get some, I could die.”
Sikes sent Nancy home with Fagin to get
some money. While she was there, a knock
came at the door. It was Monks.
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 “It’s only Monks. One of my people,” said
Fagin. He turned toward Monks. “When did
you return to town?”
“Two hours ago,” said Monks.
“Did you see him?’ asked Fagin.
Monks looked at Nancy and back at Fagin.
“Yes.” He hesitated. “Why don’t we talk in
private?”
As soon as the men disappeared up the
steps, Nancy slipped off her shoes. She drew
her gown over her face so her shape wouldn’t
betray her. She glided silently up the stairs to
listen to Monks and Fagin.
When she had heard all she needed to, she
quickly and quietly returned downstairs. Fagin
and Monks followed shortly.
“I’ve been waiting for Bill’s money, Fagin.
I want to be getting home now,” Nancy said.
Once Fagin dropped the coins into her hands,
she was off with one last look at Monks.
By the time Nancy reached Sikes, she felt
pale and weak. She tried to hide her mood from
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Sikes. It turns out he wouldn’t have noticed
her mood or feelings. All he cared about was
Fagin’s money.
The next night, Nancy waited for Sikes to
drift off to sleep before she dared leave the
room. She dressed quickly and slipped out the
door. She walked to a fancy hotel in the West
End of London. She prayed she wasn’t too
late. When she reached the fanciest hotel near
Hyde Park, she stood at the door.
A woman poked her head out. “Who do
wish to see here?” She frowned as she looked
Nancy over.
“Miss Rose Maylie,” said Nancy. “I must see
her.”
The woman turned up her nose. “She will
never see someone like you.”
“Please tell her it’s important,” begged
Nancy. “Won’t someone help a poor girl like
me? I mean no harm!”
Finally, a sweet cook stepped forward. “I’ll
give her your message.”
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 Five minutes later, Nancy stood in front
of Rose. “I beg of you,” said Nancy with
tears streaming down her eyes. “I beg your
forgiveness.”
Rose was confused and took Nancy’s hands
in hers. “Don’t be so sad. Tell me what’s
troubling you.”
“I am the one who kidnapped Oliver from
Mr. Brownlow and brought him back to Fagin’s
place.”
“You!” said Rose. “Why?”
“There’s so much to tell and I am sure I will
be killed if they find out I’m here. We don’t
have much time. I must know something. Do
you know a man named Monks?”
“No,” said Rose.
“He knows you,” said Nancy. “He knows
you’re here and that’s how I found out about
you.”
Rose sat down upon hearing this news.
“After Oliver was put into your house on
the night of the robbery, I listened in on a
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conversation between him and Fagin. Monks
had seen him accidentally with two of our boys.
It was on the first day we lost him. He knew
about the boy but I couldn’t figure out why.
“A bargain was struck between him and
Fagin that if Oliver came back, Monks would
pay Fagin. If Fagin could make him a thief,
he’d get even more money.”
Rose was confused. “Why would he want
Oliver to be a thief?”
“I could never find out. Last night, they
almost caught me listening. But I did hear one
more thing. Monks said that the only proof of
the boy’s identity was at the bottom of the river
and the nurse that had the proof was rotting in
a coffin.”
“This is all so strange,” said Rose.
“He said he rather have Oliver dead and if
he had the chance to do it himself, he would.
Then he said he was Oliver’s brother!”
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 Nancy nodded. “He was planning on getting
you to pay hundreds of pounds for him once
you discovered who Oliver really was.”
Nancy started to walk toward the door. “I
must leave. If they know I’ve come, then I
won’t have many breaths left.”
Rose rushed over to her. “You are a brave
woman to help Oliver. Please take this money.
Use it to escape that way of life.”
Nancy refused the money. “It is the only
life I know.” As she was leaving, she cautioned
Rose. “Have someone you can trust help you
with Oliver. I am afraid what Monks will do. If
you need me for anything else, I go for a walk
on the London Bridge every Sunday night. You
can find me there at midnight.”
Nancy rushed home and prayed the entire
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The Return of Mr. Brownlow

Not long after, Rose was playing the piano

when Oliver raced into the room. “I’ve seen
him! It was him! I’ve prayed that I’d see him
again.”
“Who, Oliver?” asked Rose.
“Mr. Brownlow! The gentleman who was so
good to me. He was getting out of a coach. I
was too shocked to say anything but I wrote
down his address.” He held a scrap of paper in
his hand.
Rose took the paper. “Craven Street isn’t
too far from here,” said Rose. “Let’s go at once.”
In no time, they were in front of Mr.
Brownlow’s house.
“Wait until I call for you, Oliver. You will
soon talk to your beloved angel,” said Rose.
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 Once Rose was permitted to enter, she met
Mr. Brownlow and Mr. Grimwig.
“Gentleman, I have come to tell you that
I know of someone who you showed great
kindness to. I believe you’d very much like to
see him again.”
Mr. Brownlow was curious. “Who?”
“Oliver Twist,” said Rose.
Mr. Grimwig grunted and looked
disappointed.
Mr. Brownlow gasped. “How I’ve wondered
about that boy! I’ve tried to find him. Please
tell me that you know something that will
change my unfavorable opinion of him.”
“He is a bad one,” said Mr. Grimwig. “A bad
one indeed.”
Rose ignored Grimwig. “He’s a boy of a
noble nature and a warm heart.” Then Rose
told Mr. Brownlow what had happened to
Oliver. She kept certain information to herself,
for Grimwig was in range.
“Where is he now?” cried Mr. Brownlow.
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 “He is waiting in the coach at the door,” said
Rose.
Before she finished her sentence, Mr.
Brownlow was out the door. When Rose peeked
out the window, she saw a joyous reunion.
The two came back in the house with smiles
and hearty laughters. Mr. Brownlow hugged
Oliver and said, “I know someone else that
is going to be just as happy to see you. Mrs.
Bedwin, could you come in here please?”
Mrs. Bedwin curtseyed at the door. “What
can I do for you?’
“Put on your glasses. There is someone here
to see you.”
After Mrs. Bedwin put her glasses on, she
rushed over to Oliver. “I knew my good, fair
boy would be back. Look at you! In fancy
clothes!”
It was a joyous reunion indeed.
When Rose had a chance, she spoke to Mr.
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 “We must get this Monks alone,” said
Brownlow. “We must have justice for Oliver
and give him back his good name.” Then he
scratched his head. “How do we know what
this Monks looks like?”
“Nancy walks on the London Bridge each
Sunday around midnight. She’ll help us.”
“Sunday is still five days away,” sighed Mr.
Brownlow. “But I suppose waiting for a few
more days won’t hurt. We don’t want to betray
Nancy’s trust in you.”
It was agreed that Dr. Losberne, Mr. Grimwig,
Mrs. Bedwin, and, at Dr. Losberne’s request,
Harry, would be involved in bringing back to
Oliver what he had lost so many years ago—his
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Fagin’s Gang Grows

On the same night Nancy met with Rose,

Noah Claypole, Mr. Sowerberry’s helper, and
Charlotte, Mr. Sowerberry’s maid, were walking
toward London.
“I’m so tired of walking,” said Charlotte. “I
have such a heavy load.”
“Don’t whine,” said Noah. “Carrying
Sowerberry’s money is worth it, ain’t it?” He
pointed to the London lights in the distance.
“Sowerberry will never find us there. Serves
him right taking his money. No more making
coffins for me.”
“This money is heavy, Noah. “Can’t you
carry it?”
“You took it, didn’t you? You should have
the honor of carrying it.”
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 The truth was, Noah didn’t want to carry
the heavy load. If Sowerberry did find them,
Charlotte would be the one to go to jail.
“But I took it for you,” whined Charlotte.
They came upon the Three Cripples. “I’ve
heard this is a fine place,” said Noah. “Let’s
have a feast tonight. We have the money to
pay for it!”
The two walked into an empty pub. They
sat at the bar and recalled how they stole a
large sum of money from their master.
In the next room, Fagin sat reading a paper.
He took immediate notice of the two strangers
through a hole in the wall. He pressed his
ear to the wall. He listened to their tales of
cunning ways.
We could use them in our gang, thought Fagin.
Fagin went out to meet the two strangers. “I
heard you talking of stealing from your master
of the house.”
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 “Your secrets are safe with me,” said Fagin.
“That’s what we do here. We pickpocket, steal
from old ladies, kids, and even banks. It’s our
way of doing business. You can work here.
You’ll be safe.”
“Would we need to hand over our money?”
asked Noah.
“That’s the only way,” said Fagin. “But you
would be paid. You would live here and get
your food and drink here.”
Noah thought for a moment. “I don’t want
to do anything that’s too high-risk. I like to be
sneaky but don’t want to get caught.”
“How about snatching old ladies’ purses?
You grab them and run around the corner.”
“They holler too much,” said Noah. “Besides,
they scratch something awful.”
“How about the children?” asked Fagin.
“Their moms send them on errands. You knock
them down and steal their money. It’s quite
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 Charlotte clapped her hands together. “A
perfect job for you, Noah!”
Noah and Charlotte couldn’t believe their
luck. They were anxious to meet Fagin the
next day and have their new adventures begin.
But the next day when Noah and Charlotte
met Fagin, he wasn’t quite so happy.
“Bad news for us. One of our best boys is in
jail. Jack Dawkins. Yes, the Artful Dodger got
caught stealing a silver snuff box.”
Charley Banks walked in the door. “It’s all
over, Fagin. They found the gentleman who
owns the box. He identified the Dodger. It
hurts to think he’s going to jail for stealing
something so small. If only it had been a gold
watch! Much more honor and glory in that!”
“He was the best of us,” said Fagin. “He’ll
manage to get out of jail.”
But Charley wasn’t too sure.
“We must find out how he does today. But
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said Fagin. He looked over at Noah. “But you!
No one knows you! You could help us.”
Noah hesitated. This made Fagin angry.
“You want to eat and drink without earning
your keep?”
Finally, Charlotte convinced Noah to go.
The first thing Noah noticed at the
courthouse was the awful, damp, dank smell.
The walls were blackened. A thick greasy scum
covered every surface.
Noah saw the Dodger shuffle into the
courtroom. He was yelling and shouting that
he was innocent.
“Hold your tongue,” said the jailer.
“I’m an Englishman, ain’t I?” said the Dodger.
“Where are my privileges? I want to see the
Secretary of State for the Home Affairs. I’ve
got places to go and I must go now.”
“Silence,” yelled the jailer.
“Who is this before me?” asked the judge.
“It’s a pick-pocketing case, your worship,”
said the jailer.
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 “Has he ever been here before?”
He ought to have been. I know him well.
Everyone knows him.”
The Artful Dodger bowed. “I’m popular, eh?”
Everyone laughed except the jailer and judge.
“Take him away,” said the Judge. “Off to jail.”
They led the Dodger away kicking and
screaming.
Noah backed out of the courthouse and
made his way back to Fagin’s to report on all
he had seen.
He prepared himself for Fagin’s wrath.

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A Secret Meeting

Nancy was anxious to go to London Bridge

on Sunday evening. Right before she left, Fagin
and Sikes came in the door. Sikes was surprised
to see Nancy wearing a coat and bonnet.
“Where are you going?” Sikes demanded.
“To get some fresh air,” said Nancy.
He pushed her down on the floor. “You ain’t
going nowhere. Cook us a meal.”
Nancy had no choice. She prepared a meal
as she watched the clock. Once midnight
passed, she knew that there wasn’t any point
traveling to the bridge.
Fagin kept his eye on Nancy. He thought that
she had been acting strange the last few weeks.
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evening. Did she have another boyfriend? He
decided to send Noah out to spy on her.
“I have another job for you,” said Fagin to
Noah. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing dangerous.
I’ll pay you a pound to follow a girl,” said Fagin.
“One of my girls. It’s Nancy. I don’t trust her
anymore. I want to know where she goes. Who
she sees.”
Noah did what he was paid to do. He
followed Nancy all week long. She never went
far and never saw anyone but Fagin’s boys. On
Sunday, Noah saw the door to her house open.
She stepped outside and quickly walked down
the street. Noah followed her to London Bridge.
Noah saw two people approach Nancy
right before she stepped onto the bridge. One
was a young girl and the other was an older
gentleman.
Noah hid behind some bushes and listened
to their conversation.
“Why didn’t you come last week?” asked
Rose. “We looked for you.”
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 “I was held captive in my own house. Sikes
wouldn’t let me leave,” said Nancy. “I tried.”
Mr. Brownlow took his hat off. “Rose told
me your story, Nancy. You have my word that
you will be safe. We need to find Monks to find
out the rest of his story. If we can’t find him,
we’ll need you to hand Fagin over to us.”
Nancy gasped. “Never! I will not do it.
Ever! He’s the devil to me but I still won’t do
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it with him. I will not turn any of them in, as
bad as they are.”
“Then you must put Monks into our hands,
dear Nancy,” said Rose.
“But Monks could turn against them!” cried
Nancy.
“You have our promise,” said Mr. Brownlow.
“We only want Oliver’s story. We won’t harm
your friends in any way.”
Nancy trusted them. “Monks is a young
man. Younger than thirty. But he looks old
and haggard. His lips are swollen and a deep
purple. His hands are covered with sores. His
throat has a red mark on it. It looks like a burn
of some sort. You can often find him at the
Three Cripples.”
Mr. Brownlow raised his eyes. “I think I
know this man!”
Rose took Nancy’s hands. “Please come with
us. We’ll keep you safe. We have money. You’ll
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 “My place is here,” sighed Nancy. “I am one
of them and I must go now.” She turned and
made her way down the dark road as she wept.
After everyone had gone, Noah crept from
his hiding spot and ran as fast as he could to
Fagin’s house.
Fagin wasn’t happy with the news. He sent
for Bill Sikes and told him what Nancy had
done. But he did not tell Bill about the part
where Nancy professed her loyalty to them.
Sikes flew into a rage. “How dare she turn
on us! She will pay for this.”
He rushed home and pulled Nancy out of
bed by her hair.
“Bill! What are you doing? What have I
done?” Nancy had never seen such hatred in
anyone’s eyes.
“As if you don’t know!” he yelled. “Fagin had
you followed. We know about your meeting
at the London Bridge. You betrayed us!” He
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 She gasped for breath. “If you know it all,
then you know I didn’t betray you or Fagin. They
offered me money to turn Fagin in. I refused.”
Sikes slapped her again and she flew onto
the floor. “Bill!” she begged. “They have money.
We can escape here. Start a new life together.”
“I would sooner die than live with you any
longer,” said Sikes. He took out his pistol and
aimed it at her head.
Nancy cowered on the floor. Sikes raised his
gun and slammed the barrel down on Nancy’s
head over and over again.
Nancy took her last breath and died. In the
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The Hunt for Sikes

Mr. Brownlow smiled when he saw the

coach pull up in front of his door. Two men
pulled a third out of it. It was Monks.
“How dare you do this to me?” said Monks.
“How dare you do this to us?” said Mr.
Brownlow. “As they told you, you’re free to
leave. But if you do, we will come after you and
take you to jail. It’s either us or them.”
“By what authority am I kidnapped in the
street and brought here by these dogs?” asked
Monks.
“By my authority,” said Mr. Brownlow. “Mine
alone.”
“How could my father’s oldest friend do this
to me?” asked Monks.

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 “It is because I was his oldest and dearest
friend that I must, Edward Leeford. I shudder
when I call you that, for you are not deserving
of his name.”
Monks glared at Mr. Brownlow. “Tell me
what you want from me.”
“You have a brother,” said Mr. Brownlow.
“I have no brother,” replied Monks. “You
know I was an only child.”
“I am not a fool, Edward. I know what an
unhappy marriage your father was forced into.
You were born into that unhappy marriage.
The marriage was so unhappy that your parents
separated. You were young. Your mother was
happy in her new life. So was your father.
Fifteen years ago, when you were barely eleven,
he met a new woman who he fell in love with.”
“What’s this to me?” asked Monks.
Mr. Brownlow continued. “When your
father’s relative died, he left him a large sum
of money. He had to travel to Rome to settle
properties. When your mother heard the talk
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of his new riches, she followed him to Rome.
She was living in Paris at the time and had spent
all of her money.”
Monks bit his lip and took a deep breath.
“One day after your mother met him in
Rome, he died. Everyone thought he had no
will. But you see, Edward, before he died, he
came to see me.”
Monks gasped. “I didn’t know that!”
“He brought many of his possessions to my
home. He wanted me to sell them and give
you and your mother all the money from the
sale. He then wanted to start a new life with
the woman. He told me she was carrying his
child. Although I hadn’t met her, he showed
me a picture he painted of her. I still have it.”
“But I couldn’t find the woman. She had
left for London the week before I visited your
father’s house to pay my respects.”
Monks eyes fell to the floor.
“The child was born in a workhouse. He was
a sickly child. His mother died in childbirth.
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But, as fate had it, that child eventually found
his way into my care. I knew it was him when
he came because he looked exactly like the
portrait your father painted. But before I could
find out his story, your friends kidnapped him.”
Monks laughed. “You don’t have proof
that the baby born in that workhouse was my
father’s baby.”
“But I do,” said Brownlow. “I do indeed.
Not long ago, after Oliver was taken from me,
I traveled to the West Indies after hearing you
moved there. I poked around. I discovered you
came back to London right before my arrival
there. I came back to hunt you down. I knew
you would have the answers I needed.”
Mr. Brownlow stood tall. “You went to the
place he was born. You got proof of the birth
of your brother. And you threw that proof in
the river.”
Mr. Brownlow struck his hand on the table.
“You are evil! You even have the murder of a
young woman upon your hands!”
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 “I know nothing of a murder! How can I
be responsible for something I knew nothing
about?” said Monks.
“It was because the girl told part of your
secret. You have brought enough sadness. You
must promise to give your poor brother what
is rightfully his.” Mr. Brownlow pushed an
agreement over to him to sign.
“Once you have agreed and signed the
document, you will be free to leave. I will not
be sending the law to chase you. My concern
is only for Oliver. I hope to never set my eyes
upon you again, Edward.”
A moment later, Dr. Losberne burst through
the door. “The murderer will be caught tonight.
Bill Sikes’s dog has been spotted. He must
be here in the area. Spies are hovering about
searching for him. A reward of a hundred
pounds is offered for his capture.”
“I will give fifty more,” said Mr. Brownlow.
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 “He’s been caught,” said Dr. Losberne.
To find Sikes, they only needed to travel to
a seedy part of London called Jacob’s Island.
Jacob’s Island was surrounded by a muddy
ditch six to eight feet deep and twenty feet
wide when the tide is in.
On Jacob’s Island, the warehouses were
roofless and empty. The walls crumbled down
and the windows were smashed. The doors fell
into the streets.
In an upper room of one of the deserted
houses sat Toby Crackit and Tom Chitling. They
sat in a gloomy silence. They were the lucky
ones who escaped from the Three Cripples
that day.
“Did you see how they got Fagin? He was
kicking and screaming but they got him,” said
Crackit. “Poor Noah. He climbed into a barrel
to hide but his feet stood out.”
Tom hushed him. “What’s that noise?”
From far away, they heard a soft bark. “You
don’t think it’s Sikes and his dog?”
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 “Sikes isn’t stinking anywhere near here,”
said Crackit. “He’s long gone by now.”
But they were wrong. In five minutes time,
Sikes and his dog walked through the door.
“Murderer!” they shouted.
Sikes looked awful. “They’re coming for me.
They’re right behind me. I can’t escape them.
I can’t escape Nancy’s eyes. She’s looking at
me wherever I go! What have I done?”
Harry’s voice could be heard from outside.
“We have him, boys. He can’t escape us now.”
“Give me that rope,” said Sikes. “The tide
is high. I can climb onto the roof and lower
myself into the ditch.”
But Sikes was clumsy. As he tied the rope
to his waist, he slipped off the roof and fell to
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Oliver Learns the Truth

Two days after the death of Sikes, Oliver was

headed back to the town in which he was born.
In the coach with him were Mrs. Maylie, Rose,
Mrs. Bedwin, and Dr. Losberne. Following
behind was Monks and Mr. Brownlow.
“See there!” cried Oliver. “That’s the hedge
I crept under. See that house! That’s where
Dick lives! You’ll love him, Rose. We’ll take
him away from here. He’ll grow strong with
someone who loves him. Maybe he’ll live in
the country. Maybe he’ll live with us!”
Rose nodded her head. She was overcome
with happiness to see such joy in Oliver. As
they approached the town, Oliver saw many
other familiar sights such as Sowerberry’s and
the dreary workhouse.
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 The coach let them off at a fancy hotel for
an evening feast. At nine o’clock, Mr. Losberne
and Mr. Grimwig joined them followed by Mr.
Brownlow and the strange man whom Oliver
had seen many times. It was the man with
purple lips and sores on his hands.
Monks sneered at the boy.
“This is a painful task but one that must be
done,” said Mr. Brownlow. He pushed Monks
forward to Oliver. “This here is your half
brother, Monks. He told me a tale that he will
now tell to you, Oliver.”
Oliver could barely breathe. He held on to
Rose’s hand and squeezed it tight.
Monks started to talk. “Listen up! Oliver is
my half brother. My father became ill and died
in Rome. When he died, my mother whom
he long divorced, found two papers that were
meant for Mr. Brownlow. One paper was a
letter to Agnes. Agnes was your mother, Oliver.
The letter was to remind Agnes that he had
given her a locket with her name inscribed. No
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last name was engraved so his name would go
on it once she accepted his marriage proposal.
There was a ring of gold inside the locket.”
“What was the second letter?” asked Mr.
Brownlow.
“It was a will,” said Monks. “A will that my
mother told everyone did not exist.
It left my mother and me each 800 pounds.
His property was to be divided between my
mother and Agnes. If the child Agnes carried
was a boy, he would get an inheritance only
if he remained good and pure. No evil could
befell his heart. If he broke the law or brought
dishonor to the family name, he would get
nothing.”
“That is why,” said Brownlow, “Monks here
wanted to turn Oliver into a criminal. He used
Fagin for this. If Oliver was sent to jail, he’d
have the inheritance all to himself.”
Monks continued, “In his letter to Agnes, he
said he wanted to marry her since she was with
child. It would hide her shame. He reminded
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her of the gifts of love he had given her. He
begged her to wear the locket close to her heart
and prayed it would one day have his last name
next to her first.”
As Oliver listened, tears ran down his face.
“My mother,” said Monks, “burned the will
and the letter never reached Agnes. But Agnes
told her father the truth about the unborn
child. Because of his shame, he fled with her
and his other daughter to Wales. But, Agnes
felt so much shame, that she abandoned her
young sister and father. She ran away and had
the baby in the workhouse. Her father thought
she had died and never knew if she had the
baby.”
Mr. Brownlow continued the story. “When
Monks was eighteen, he stole from his mother.
He fled to France. When his mother was near
death, she came to see me. She wanted to find
Monks and forgive him. She wanted to bring
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 “She finally found me in France,” said Monks.
“I came home and she shared all of these secrets
with me. She believed a boy had been born to
Agnes. As she lay on her deathbed, I promised
her I would find this child, hunt him down, and
bring evil to him. If I found him, I’d drag him
to the gallows myself!”
Everyone gasped.
“Now what happened to the locket and the
ring?” asked Brownlow.
“You know I got them from a man and
women,” said Monks. “The woman found the
pawn ticket on Agnes’s nurse’s dead body.
They are now at the bottom of a river where I
put them.”
At that moment, Grimwig, a changed man,
brought in Mr. and Mrs. Bumble. At first, they
denied the story. Then, two old nurses were led
into the room. They were the nurses tending
to Sally before she died.
The first one spoke to Mrs. Bumbles. “We
heard Sally speaking to you. We saw you take
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something from her hand. We followed you to
the pawn shop. We saw you get the gold locket
and ring.”
Mrs. Bumble put her hands up to shush the
ladies. “We confess! But if that coward didn’t
confess—” She pointed to Monks. “No one
would have known.”
Mr. Grimwig ushered the Bumbles out of
the room. “You two shall never work in the
workhouse or have a position of power again.”
Mr. Brownlow put his arm around Rose. “You
are about to hear something that is shocking.
Do not be afraid.” He turned to Monks. “Do
you know who this woman is?”
Monks nodded. “Of course.”
Rose shook her head. “But I do not know
you. I’ve never seen you before.”
He laughed a mocking laugh. “Do you
remember when I said that Agnes’s father
had two daughters? They both went to Wales
with him. The father died of a broken heart
after Agnes left. The second daughter was
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very young. The little girl was cared for by
two country people. When they died, an older
woman took pity on her and adopted her.”
“Where is she now?” asked Mr. Brownlow.
Monks sighed. “Right in this room. It is
Rose.”
Mrs. Maylie hugged Rose as Rose wept.
Oliver squeezed Rose’s hand once again. “You
are my Aunt! Rose! You are my Aunt.”
Just then Harry rushed into the room. “Rose,
you made me a promise not too long ago. Will
you marry me? I love you!”
“Now that I know of my entire past,” said
Rose, “I am even more unworthy of your love!”
“No,” said Harry. “If my world can not be
yours, I will make your world mine. I want
nothing of those who look down on me. I only
want your love.”
Their two worlds would soon become one.

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A Final Note

The courtroom was packed with townspeople

awaiting Fagin’s verdict. Fagin stood in front
of the jury. Not a sound could be heard. He
studied the faces of the jury. He couldn’t see
an ounce of sympathy in any of them.
“Guilty!” shouted the judge.
The building rang out with tremendous
shouts and groans. He was sentenced to die on
Monday. He would go to the gallows!
Upon hearing the verdict, Oliver said a
prayer for Fagin. Mr. Brownlow went to see
him.
“You have proof as to Oliver’s identity,” said
Mr. Brownlow. “We must have those papers.”
“I have no proof,” said Fagin.
Mr. Brownlow sighed. “It’s over. Sikes is
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dead. Nancy is dead. Monks has confessed to
everything. You are to die. Give back the boy’s
good name to him.”
Fagin showed some remorse as he told Mr.
Brownlow where to find the papers.
As to the rest of the characters, their story is
coming to a close. Within three months, Rose
and Harry married in the village church and
that’s where they lived their lives. Harry took
over the duties of the church. They made it a
happy home.
Mrs. Maylie lived with them and stayed
there for the remainder of her days.
Monks and Oliver split the property that
was left to them. It was worth more than 3,000
pounds each. Although Oliver had the rights to
all of it, Mr. Brownlow wanted Monks to have
the opportunity to turn his life into an honest
one. Oliver agreed to the terms. Monks, never
giving up his new name, lost all his money, and
quickly fell back to his criminal ways. He died
in prison.
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 The rest of Fagin’s gang went to prison with
the exception of Charley Bates. Appalled by
the crime Sikes committed, he decided that an
honest life was the best life. He struggled but
in the end, succeeded and made a favorable
impression to all he came to know.
The Bumbles never regained any status and
had to live like paupers in the same workhouse
they ruled over. Once the tormentors of the
poor, now they were the poor.
Mr. Brownlow adopted Oliver. Mrs. Bedwin,
Mr. Grimwig, and Dr. Losberne were always in
Oliver’s life. Everyone moved onto the land
that Harry and Rose built their house upon.
Within the grounds of the village church,
near Oliver’s home, stands a white marble
tablet. It bears just one word: Agnes. It was
built to honor a mother who loved her child,
if even for a few brief moments. That child,
Oliver Twist, visited the tablet each day to
honor the mother he never knew but loved
with all his heart.
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