I have the Penguin English Library (paperback) edition. This post will be updated frequently.
- 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.
- For the next eight or ten months, Oliver was the victim of a systematic course of treachery and deception—he was brought up by hand.
- ‘Please, sir, I want some more.’ (15)
- He only cried bitterly all day; and when the long, dismal night came on, he spread his little hands before his eyes to shut out the darkness, and crouching in the corner, tried to sleep, ever and anon waking with a start and tremble, and drawing himself closer and closer to the wall, as if to feel even its cold hard surface were a protection in the gloom and loneliness which surrounded him. (18)
Heaps of love,