| After hours, Oliver awakens. He tells them his simple story. The doctor is brought to tears. Their showcasing of sympathy was cut short, though. |
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| What? Why? Oh my, we must find a way to make Oliver look innocent | |
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| An officer named Blathers enters. He wishes to speak to Mr. Losberne privately. |
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| Now with regard to this robber, master, what are the circumstances? A servant is sure that boy did it? | |
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| Him? Of course not! One of the frightened servants chose to take it into his head, that he had something to do with this attempt to break into the house; but it’s nonsense: sheer absurdity. | |
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| Who is the boy? What account does he give of himself? Where did he come from? He didn’t drop out of the clouds, did he, master? | |
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| I know his whole history: but we can talk about that presently. You would like, first, to see the place where the thieves made their attempt, I suppose? | |
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