Oliver Twist-CHAPTER XI Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ dành cho trẻ em nổi tiếng của nhà văn Charles Dicken với những từ vựng quen thuộc. Nhằm giúp các em và các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh | Oliver Twist Charles Dickens CHAPTER XI TREATS OF MR. FANG THE POLICE MAGISTRATE AND FURNISHES A SLIGHT SPECIMEN OF HIS MODE OF ADMINISTERING JUSTICE The offence had been committed within the district and indeed in the immediate neighborhood of a very notorious metropolitan 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 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. Are you the party that s been robbed sir inquired the man with the keys. 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 now sir replied the man. His worship will be disengaged in half a minute. Now young gallows This was an invitation for Oliver to enter through a door which he unlocked as he spoke and which led into a stone cell. Here he was searched and nothing being found upon him locked up. This cell was in shape and size something like an area cellar only not so light. It was most intolably dirty for it was Monday morning and it had been tenanted by six drunken people who had been locked up elsewhere since Saturday night. But this is little. In our station-houses men and women are every night confined on the most trivial charges the word is worth noting in dungeons compared with which those in Newgate occupied by the most atrocious felons tried found guilty and under sentence of death are palaces. Let any one who doubts this compare the two. The old gentleman looked almost as rueful as Oliver when the key grated in the lock. He turned with a sigh to the book .
