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Oliver Twist 雾都孤儿 - Chapter 11

The offence had been committed within the district, and indeed in the immediate 1 neighborhood of, a very notorious metropolitan 2 police office. The crowd had only the satisfaction of accompanying Oliver through two or three streets, and down a place called Mutton Hill, when he was led beneath a low archway, and up a dirty court, into this dispensary of summary justice, by the back way. It was a small paved yard into which they turned; and here they encountered a stout 3 man with a bunch of whiskers on his face, and a bunch of keys in his hand., ,'What's the matter now?' said the man carelessly., ,'A young fogle-hunter,' replied the man who had Oliver in charge., , ,'Yes, I am,' replied the old gentleman; 'but I am not sure that this boy actually took the handkerchief. I--I would rather not press the case.', ,'Must go before the magistrate 4 now, sir,' replied the man. 'His worship will be disengaged in half a minute. Now, young gallows 5!', ,We declared ourselves for the immediate convocation of the meeting.我们主张立即召开这个会议。,Metropolitan buildings become taller than ever.大城市的建筑变得比以前更高 。

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