Oliver Twist-CHAPTER XXX 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 XXX RELATES WHAT OLIVER S NEW VISITORS THOUGHT OF HIM With many loquacious assurances that they would be agreeably surprised in the aspect of the criminal the doctor drew the young lady s arm through one of him and offering his disengaged hand to Mrs. Maylie led them with much ceremony and stateliness upstairs. Now said the doctor in a whisper as he softly turned the handle of a bedroom-door let us hear what you think of him. He has not been shaved very recently but he don t look at all ferocious notwithstanding. Stop though Let me first see that he is in visiting order. Stepping before them he looked into the room. Motioning them to advance he closed the door when they had entered and gently drew back the curtains of the bed. Upon it in lieu of the dogged black-visaged ruffian they had expected to behold there lay a mere child worn with pain and exhaustion and sunk into a deep sleep. His wounded arm bound and splintered up was crossed upon his breast his head reclined upon the other arm which was half hidden by his long hair as it streamed over the pillow. The honest gentleman held the curtain in his hand and looked on for a minute or so in silence. Whilst he was watching the patient thus the younger lady glided softly past and seating herself in a chair by the bedside gathered Oliver s hair from his face. As she stooped over him her tears fell upon his forehead. The boy stirred and smiled in his sleep as though these marks of pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and affection he had never known. Thus a strain of gentle music or the rippling of water in a silent place or the odour of a flower or the mention of a familiar word will sometimes call up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were in this life which vanish like a breath which some brief memory of a happier existence long gone by would seem to have awakened which no voluntary exertion of the mind can ever recall. What can this mean .
