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Mr. Giles, with as much pride as if Oliver were some bird of
rare plumage, that he had skilfully brought down. ‘Not one
little peep, miss?’
‘Not now, for the world,’ replied the young lady. ‘Poor fel-
low! Oh! treat him kindly, Giles for my sake!’
The old servant looked up at the speaker, as she turned
away, with a glance as proud and admiring as if she had
been his own child. Then, bending over Oliver, he helped to
carry him upstairs, with the care and solicitude of a wom-
an.

Oliver Twist