| Mr. Brittles opens the door. Mr. Giles spots Oliver and lifts him by one arm. Rose, notified by a servant, rushes down the stairs. |
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| Oh, hush! You frighten my aunt as much as the thieves did. Is the poor creature much hurt? | |
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| I shot him, Miss. | |
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| Be genlte with him! Mr. Giles, take him upstairs. Brtittle, go fetch a doctor. | |
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| Mrs. Mailey, the kindly old-fashioned mistress of the home and her neice, Rose, discuss over Oliver. |
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| Oh, dear aunt, don't arrest the poor boy! can you—oh! can you really believe that this delicate boy has been the voluntary associate of the worst outcasts of society? | |
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| Matters not. He will go, but we will heard his story first. | |
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