Oliver Twist

Charles Dickens

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Charles Dickens (1812 - 1870)

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Charles Dickens faleceu em 1870.

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Charles Dickens faleceu em 1870.

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Autor: Charles Dickens

Primeira publicação: 1838

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Sobre este livro

Oliver Twist grows up in a harsh workhouse and escapes to London, where he falls into the hands of Fagin and a group of young thieves. Although criminals repeatedly try to control him, Oliver receives help from Mr. Brownlow, Rose Maylie, and other compassionate friends. The discovery of his parentage and the confession of his half-brother Monks finally explain the plot against him. After danger, betrayal, and loss, Oliver finds a safe home and a loving family.

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Reading Comprehension B1

Front Matter

2. CHAPTER I. Treats of the Place Where Oliver Twist Was Born and of the Circumstances Attending His Birth

3. CHAPTER II. Treats of Oliver Twist’s Growth, Education, and Board

4. CHAPTER III. Relates How Oliver Twist Was Very Near Getting a Place Which Would Not Have Been a Sinecure

5. CHAPTER IV. Oliver, Being Offered Another Place, Makes His First Entry Into Public Life

6. CHAPTER V. Oliver Mingles with New Associates. Going to a Funeral for the First Time, He Forms an Unfavourable Notion of His Master’s Business

7. CHAPTER VI. Oliver, Being Goaded by the Taunts of Noah, Rouses Into Action, and Rather Astonishes Him

8. CHAPTER VII. Oliver Continues Refractory

9. CHAPTER VIII. Oliver Walks to London. He Encounters on the Road a Strange Sort of Young Gentleman

10. CHAPTER IX. Containing Further Particulars Concerning the Pleasant Old Gentleman, and His Hopeful Pupils

Contents

Front Matter

En/Pt → by Charles Dickens

Oliver Twist

OR THE PARISH BOY'S PROGRESS

by Charles Dickens

Contents

I Oliver's birth; II his childhood and education; III-IV his first jobs; V-VII life with the undertaker; VIII-X his journey to London and new companions; XI-XII the magistrate and Mr. Brownlow; XIII-XX new acquaintances and Fagin's plans; XXI-XXII the expedition and burglary; XXIII-XXXI Mr. Bumble, Fagin, Monks, and Oliver's new friends; XXXII-XLI Oliver's happier life and new discoveries; XLII-XLVII the Dodger, Nancy, and fatal consequences; XLVIII-LIII Sikes's flight, the pursuit, the mysteries explained, and Fagin's last night.

CHAPTER I. Treats of the Place Where Oliver Twist Was Born and of the Circumstances Attending His Birth

En/Pt → In a town that I will not name, there was a workhouse, as there was in most towns. Oliver Twist, the person named in this chapter's title, was born there on a date that does not matter to this story.

For a long time after the parish surgeon brought him into this troubled world, nobody knew whether the baby would live long enough to receive a name. If he had died, this life story would probably never have appeared, or it would have been only two pages long.

Being born in a workhouse was not lucky, but in Oliver's case it may have saved him. He had great trouble breathing and seemed close to death. If worried relatives, nurses, and doctors had surrounded him, they might quickly have killed him with their care. Instead, only an old poor woman, made unsteady by beer, and a parish surgeon were there. Oliver and Nature fought alone. After a few struggles, he breathed, sneezed, and cried loudly, announcing that the parish had a new baby to support.

En/Pt → When Oliver showed that his lungs worked, the rough cover on the iron bed moved. A pale young woman weakly raised her face from the pillow and whispered, “Let me see the child, and die.”

The surgeon had been warming and rubbing his hands by the fire. When the young woman spoke, he rose, went to the bed, and answered with unexpected kindness:

“Oh, you must not speak of dying yet.”

“God bless her dear heart, no!” the nurse interrupted, quickly hiding a green bottle whose contents she had been enjoying in a corner.

“When she has lived as long as I have, sir, and had thirteen children, with all but two dead and those two in the workhouse with me, she will know better than to behave this way. Think what it means to be a mother, dear girl.”

This view of a mother's future did not comfort the patient. She shook her head and reached toward the child.

En/Pt → The surgeon placed the baby in her arms. She kissed his forehead passionately with cold white lips, touched her face, looked wildly around, trembled, fell back, and died. They rubbed her body, but her blood had stopped forever. Hope and comfort came too late.

“It is all over, Mrs. Thingummy,” the surgeon finally said.

“Ah, poor dear, it is!” said the nurse. As she bent to pick up the child, she also picked up the cork that had fallen from her green bottle. “Poor dear!”

“Do not call me if the child cries,” said the surgeon, slowly putting on his gloves. “He will probably be troublesome. Give him a little porridge.” At the door he added, “She was a pretty girl. Where did she come from?”

“She was brought here last night by order of the overseer,” the old woman replied. “They found her lying in the street. Her worn-out shoes showed that she had walked far, but nobody knows where she came from or where she was going.”

En/Pt → The surgeon leaned over the body and lifted her left hand. “The old story,” he said, shaking his head. “No wedding ring. Good night!”

The doctor went away to dinner. The nurse drank from the green bottle again, sat on a low chair by the fire, and began to dress the baby.

Clothes quickly showed Oliver's place in society. Wrapped only in a blanket, he could have been a nobleman's child or a beggar's. Once dressed in old yellow clothes, however, he was clearly marked as a parish orphan from the workhouse: a half-starved servant who would be beaten, hated by everyone, and pitied by nobody.

Oliver cried loudly. If he had known he was an orphan left to the mercy of parish officials, perhaps he would have cried even louder.

CHAPTER II. Treats of Oliver Twist’s Growth, Education, and Board

En/Pt → For the next eight or ten months, Oliver was badly treated and fed by hand. The workhouse had no woman who could nurse him, so the parish sent him to a smaller home three miles away. There, twenty or thirty poor children received too little food and clothing under Mrs. Mann's care. The parish paid her seven and a half pence per child each week. She wisely kept most of the money for herself and gave the children even less than the small amount intended for them.

A philosopher once tried to teach a horse to live without food. He reduced its meal to one piece of straw a day, but the horse died just before it was meant to live on air. Mrs. Mann's system had similar results. Just when a child learned to survive on almost no food, it often became sick from hunger and cold, fell into the fire through neglect, or was accidentally suffocated. The miserable child then died and joined the parents it had never known.

En/Pt → Sometimes a child died in a way that caused an official investigation. A jury might ask difficult questions, or local people might sign a complaint. But the surgeon and the beadle quickly stopped this trouble: the surgeon claimed to find nothing in the dead body, and the beadle always said whatever the parish wanted. The board also visited regularly, but warned Mrs. Mann a day before. The children looked clean and tidy during each visit, and the officials asked for nothing more.

This system could not produce healthy children. On his ninth birthday, Oliver was pale, thin, and very small. Yet he had a strong spirit, perhaps because there was so much empty space inside him. He spent his birthday locked in the coal cellar with two other boys. They had been beaten and imprisoned for daring to be hungry. Then Mrs. Mann suddenly saw Mr. Bumble, the beadle, trying to open the garden gate.

En/Pt → “Good heavens! Is that you, Mr. Bumble?” Mrs. Mann called from the window, pretending to be delighted. Quietly, she ordered Susan to take Oliver and the other two boys upstairs and wash them. Then she loudly welcomed Mr. Bumble.

Mr. Bumble was fat and quick-tempered. Instead of returning her warm greeting, he shook the little gate violently and kicked it with all the authority of a beadle.

After the boys had been removed, Mrs. Mann ran outside. “Imagine! I forgot that I had locked the gate from inside because of those dear children. Please come in, Mr. Bumble.”

Her invitation came with a respectful bow that might have softened a church official, but it did not calm the beadle.

Holding his cane, Mr. Bumble asked whether it was respectful or proper to leave a parish officer waiting at the garden gate when he came on parish business. He reminded Mrs. Mann that she was a paid representative of the parish.

En/Pt → Mrs. Mann humbly replied that she had only been telling one or two of the dear children, who loved him so much, that he was coming.

Mr. Bumble thought highly of his speaking ability and his importance. He had shown the first and defended the second, so he relaxed.

“Well, Mrs. Mann,” he said more calmly, “perhaps that is true. Lead me inside, because I have come on business and have something to say.”

Mrs. Mann led the beadle into a small room with a brick floor, gave him a chair, and placed his hat and cane on the table. Mr. Bumble wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked proudly at his hat, and smiled. Beadles are only men, and Mr. Bumble smiled.

Sweetly, Mrs. Mann asked him not to be offended. Since he had walked a long way, she offered him a small drink.

“Not a drop,” Mr. Bumble said, waving his right hand with calm dignity.

En/Pt → Mrs. Mann understood the tone and gesture of his refusal. “I think you will. Just a little, with cold water and a piece of sugar.”

Mr. Bumble coughed.

“Just a little,” Mrs. Mann said persuasively.

“What is it?” the beadle asked.

Opening a cupboard and taking out a bottle and glass, Mrs. Mann explained that she had to keep some for the babies' medicine when they were ill. “It is gin. I will not deceive you, Mr. Bumble. It is gin.”

Watching her mix the drink, Bumble asked, “Do you give that medicine to the children, Mrs. Mann?”

“Yes, bless them, though it is expensive,” the nurse replied. “I could not watch them suffer before my eyes.”

Mr. Bumble agreed that she was a kind woman. As she set down the glass, he promised to mention her kindness to the board. He pulled the drink closer, stirred it, wished Mrs. Mann good health, and swallowed half.

En/Pt → Taking a leather notebook from his pocket, the beadle turned to business. He said that the child partly baptized as Oliver Twist was nine years old that day.

“Bless him!” Mrs. Mann interrupted, rubbing her left eye with the corner of her apron.

Bumble said that even after offering a reward of ten pounds, later raised to twenty, and making extraordinary efforts, the parish had never discovered Oliver's father or his mother's home, name, or social position.

Mrs. Mann raised her hands in surprise. After thinking for a moment, she asked, “Then how did he get any name at all?”

The beadle stood proudly and said, “I invented it.”

“You did, Mr. Bumble?”

“Yes, Mrs. Mann. We name foundlings in alphabetical order. The last name began with S, so I called him Swubble. This one needed T, so I called him Twist. The next two will be Unwin and Vilkins. I have names ready to the end of the alphabet and can start again after Z.”

En/Pt → “Why, you are quite a man of letters, sir!” Mrs. Mann said.

Pleased by the compliment, the beadle agreed that perhaps he was. He finished his gin and water, then said Oliver was too old to stay there. The board had decided to bring him back to the workhouse, and Bumble had come to take him. He demanded to see Oliver at once.

Mrs. Mann left to fetch him. Someone washed away as much of the thick dirt on Oliver's face and hands as one washing could remove. Then his kind protector led him into the room.

“Bow to the gentleman, Oliver,” Mrs. Mann said.

Oliver bowed partly to the beadle in the chair and partly to the official hat on the table.

“Will you come with me, Oliver?” Mr. Bumble asked in a grand voice.

Oliver was ready to say he would gladly go with anyone. Then he saw Mrs. Mann behind the beadle's chair, shaking her fist at him angrily. He understood the warning because that fist had struck his body too often for him to forget it.

En/Pt → “Will she come with me?” poor Oliver asked.

“No, she cannot,” Mr. Bumble replied. “But she will visit you sometimes.”

This did not comfort Oliver, but he was clever enough to pretend he was very sorry to leave. Hunger and recent beatings made tears easy. Mrs. Mann hugged him many times and gave him something he needed more: bread and butter, so he would not look too hungry at the workhouse. Wearing his parish cap and holding the bread, Oliver left with Mr. Bumble. No kind word or look had ever brightened that terrible home, yet he cried deeply when its gate closed. The unhappy children there were the only friends he had known, and for the first time he felt alone in the wide world.

Mr. Bumble walked with long steps while little Oliver held tightly to his gold-trimmed sleeve and hurried beside him. Every quarter mile, Oliver asked if they were nearly there. Bumble answered briefly and sharply. The kindness caused by gin and water had disappeared, and he was a beadle again.

En/Pt → Oliver had been in the workhouse for less than fifteen minutes and had barely finished a second slice of bread when Mr. Bumble returned. He said it was a board night and that the board wanted Oliver to appear before it immediately.

Oliver did not understand what a living “board” was, so the news confused him. Before he could decide whether to laugh or cry, Mr. Bumble hit his head and back with his cane and ordered him to follow. He led Oliver into a large white room where eight or ten fat gentlemen sat around a table. A particularly fat man with a round red face sat in a higher chair at the head.

“Bow to the board,” Bumble said. Oliver wiped away a few tears. Since the only board he could see was the table, he fortunately bowed to it.

“What is your name, boy?” asked the gentleman in the high chair.

En/Pt → The many gentlemen frightened Oliver and made him tremble. Another tap from the beadle made him cry, so he answered very quietly and uncertainly. A gentleman in a white waistcoat called him a fool, which did nothing to make him feel better.

“Boy,” said the gentleman in the high chair, “listen to me. You know that you are an orphan, I suppose?”

“What is that, sir?” poor Oliver asked.

“The boy is a fool, as I thought,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat.

“Be quiet!” said the first gentleman. “You know you have no father or mother and that the parish raised you, do you not?”

“Yes, sir,” Oliver replied, crying bitterly.

The gentleman in the white waistcoat asked why he was crying, as if the boy had no reason at all.

Another gentleman spoke in a rough voice. He hoped Oliver prayed every night for the people who fed and cared for him, as a Christian should.

En/Pt → “Yes, sir,” the boy said nervously. The gentleman was accidentally right: praying for those people would have been a very Christian act. But Oliver had never done it because nobody had taught him to pray.

The red-faced gentleman in the high chair told Oliver that he had come there to receive an education and learn a useful trade.

The unfriendly man in the white waistcoat added that Oliver would begin pulling apart old rope at six the next morning.

At the beadle's order, Oliver bowed to thank them for these two “blessings.” Then they hurried him to a large room, where he cried himself to sleep on a hard bed. What kind laws England had: they even allowed poor people to sleep!

Poor Oliver slept without knowing that the board had made a decision that day which would greatly affect his whole future. This was their decision:

En/Pt → The board members considered themselves wise thinkers. They decided that poor people liked the workhouse because it offered free meals and no work. To stop this supposed pleasure, they gave people a choice: starve slowly inside the workhouse or quickly outside it. They supplied unlimited water but only small amounts of oatmeal: three bowls of thin porridge a day, two onions a week, and half a bread roll on Sundays. They also separated poor husbands and wives. Since help always required entering the workhouse and eating its porridge, fear kept many people away.

During the first six months after Oliver arrived, the new system worked fully. At first it cost more because the undertaker had more work, and the prisoners' clothes had to be made smaller after their bodies became thin from weeks of porridge. Soon the number of people in the workhouse fell, and the board was delighted.

En/Pt → The boys ate in a large stone hall. At mealtimes, the master and two women served porridge from a large pot. Each boy received one small bowl and nothing more, except on special days when he also got a little bread. The boys scraped their bowls until they shone, stared hungrily at the pot, and sucked their fingers for drops of food. After three months of slow starvation, they became wild with hunger. One tall boy warned that without another bowl each day, he might eat the weak child beside him. The others believed him. They drew lots to choose who would ask the master for more, and Oliver was chosen.

That evening, the boys took their places. The master stood by the pot with his assistants behind him. They served the porridge and said a long prayer over the small meal. After eating, the boys whispered and signaled to Oliver while the boys beside him pushed him forward. Desperate with hunger and misery, Oliver rose. Carrying his bowl and spoon, he approached the master and spoke, frightened by his own courage:

En/Pt → “Please, sir, I want some more.”

The master was fat and healthy, but he turned very pale. For several seconds he stared at the small rebel in complete shock, then held the pot for support. His assistants could not move from surprise, and the boys were terrified.

“What?” the master finally said weakly.

“Please, sir,” Oliver repeated, “I want some more.”

The master tried to hit Oliver's head with the serving spoon, caught him in one arm, and shouted for the beadle.

The board was holding a serious meeting when Mr. Bumble rushed into the room in great excitement. He spoke to the gentleman in the high chair:

“Mr. Limbkins, forgive me, sir! Oliver Twist has asked for more!”

Everyone jumped, and every face showed horror.

“More?” Mr. Limbkins said. “Calm yourself, Bumble, and answer clearly. Are you saying that he asked for more after eating the supper allowed by the rules?”

En/Pt → “He did, sir,” Bumble replied.

“That boy will be hanged,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. “I know he will be hanged.”

No one disagreed with the gentleman's prediction. After a lively discussion, Oliver was locked up. The next morning, a notice on the gate offered five pounds to anyone who would take him as an apprentice.

“I have never been more certain of anything,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat as he read the notice. “That boy will end up hanged.”

Later I will show whether the gentleman in the white waistcoat was right. For now, I will not spoil the story by saying whether Oliver's life ended so violently.

CHAPTER III. Relates How Oliver Twist Was Very Near Getting a Place Which Would Not Have Been a Sinecure

En/Pt → For a week after asking for more food, Oliver stayed locked alone in a dark room. The board's cruel treatment might have driven him to kill himself, but he had no handkerchief and was still only a child. He cried all day. At night, he covered his eyes, curled up in a corner, and tried to sleep. He often woke trembling and pressed himself against the cold wall, as if it could protect him from the darkness and loneliness.

The defenders of the system could not say Oliver lacked exercise, company, or religion. Every cold morning, Mr. Bumble made him wash under an outdoor pump and beat him with a cane. Every other day, Oliver was publicly whipped before the other boys. Each evening, he was kicked into prayers, where the boys asked God to protect them from Oliver, whom the board described as a servant of evil and a product of the Devil.

En/Pt → One morning, while Oliver lived in this miserable state, a chimney sweep named Mr. Gamfield walked down the High Street. He was wondering how to pay his overdue rent. He was still five pounds short, even by his most hopeful calculation. While beating both his brains and his donkey, he passed the workhouse and saw the notice on its gate.

“Stop!” Mr. Gamfield said to the donkey.

The donkey was lost in thought, perhaps wondering whether he would receive a cabbage stalk after carrying the two sacks of soot. He ignored the order and kept walking.

Mr. Gamfield cursed the donkey and especially its eyes. He ran after it and struck its head hard enough to break any skull except a donkey's. Then he pulled the bridle sharply to remind the animal who was master and turned it around. He hit it once more, then went to read the notice.

En/Pt → The gentleman in the white waistcoat stood by the gate. After seeing how Gamfield treated the donkey, he happily decided that this was exactly the master Oliver needed. Gamfield also smiled because the reward was the five pounds he needed. Since workhouse boys were small, Oliver would fit easily into narrow chimneys. Gamfield read the notice again, touched his cap respectfully, and spoke to the gentleman.

“This boy here, sir, whom the parish wants to make an apprentice,” said Mr. Gamfield.

“Yes, my man,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat with a superior smile. “What about him?”

“If the parish wants him to learn the pleasant and respectable chimney-sweeping trade,” said Mr. Gamfield, “I need an apprentice and will take him.”

“Come inside,” said the gentleman. Gamfield stayed behind long enough to strike the donkey and pull its jaw again, warning it not to escape. Then he followed the gentleman into the room where Oliver had first met him.

En/Pt → “It is an unpleasant trade,” said Mr. Limbkins after Gamfield repeated his offer.

“Young boys have died from lack of air inside chimneys,” said another gentleman.

“That happened because they wet the straw before lighting it to bring the boys down,” said Gamfield. “Smoke only sends a boy to sleep. Boys are stubborn and lazy, so a good hot fire makes them come down quickly. It is humane too, because burning their feet makes them struggle free if they are stuck.”

The gentleman in the white waistcoat found this explanation amusing, but a look from Mr. Limbkins stopped his laughter. The board whispered together. Only the often repeated phrases “saving money,” “looked good in the accounts,” and “publish a printed report” could be heard.

At last the whispering stopped. The board members sat down again with serious faces, and Mr. Limbkins said:

“We have considered your offer, and we do not approve it.”

En/Pt → “Not at all,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat.

“Certainly not,” added the other members.

Gamfield had been accused of beating three or four boys to death. He wondered if the board had strangely decided that this fact mattered. That was unlike their usual way of doing business, but he did not want to revive the rumor. He twisted his cap in his hands and slowly left the table.

“So you will not let me have him, gentlemen?” Gamfield asked, stopping near the door.

“No,” replied Mr. Limbkins. “Since it is an unpleasant business, we think you should accept less than the reward we offered.”

Gamfield's face brightened. He quickly returned to the table and said:

“How much will you give, gentlemen? Come, do not be too hard on a poor man. How much?”

“I would say three pounds and ten shillings is enough,” said Mr. Limbkins.

“That is ten shillings too much,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat.

En/Pt → “Come, say four pounds, gentlemen,” said Gamfield. “Give me four pounds and you will be rid of him forever.”

“Three pounds and ten,” Mr. Limbkins repeated firmly.

“Let us divide the difference, gentlemen,” Gamfield urged. “Three pounds and fifteen.”

“Not one penny more,” Mr. Limbkins firmly replied.

“You are very hard on me, gentlemen,” said Gamfield, beginning to give in.

“Nonsense!” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. “Even without a reward, he would be cheap. Take him! He is the right boy for you. A beating now and then will do him good, and feeding him will cost little because he has never eaten too much. Ha, ha, ha!”

Gamfield looked cleverly at the men around the table. When he saw them smiling, he smiled too. The agreement was made. Mr. Bumble was ordered to take Oliver and the apprenticeship papers to a magistrate for approval that afternoon.

En/Pt → To Oliver's great surprise, he was released and told to put on a clean shirt. Then Mr. Bumble brought him a bowl of porridge and a special portion of bread. At the sight of so much food, Oliver began to cry. He naturally thought the board planned to kill him for some useful reason and had started to make him fat.

“Do not make your eyes red, Oliver. Eat your food and be thankful,” Mr. Bumble said grandly. “You are going to become an apprentice.”

“An apprentice, sir?” the child asked, trembling.

“Yes, Oliver,” said Mr. Bumble. “The kind gentlemen who act as your many parents will make you an apprentice and help you begin your life. It will cost the parish three pounds and ten shillings - all for a naughty orphan whom nobody can love.”

Mr. Bumble paused to breathe after speaking in his frightening voice. Tears ran down the poor child's face, and he cried bitterly.

En/Pt → “Come, Oliver,” said Mr. Bumble, pleased by the effect of his speech. “Dry your eyes on your jacket and do not cry into your porridge. That is very foolish.” It certainly was, because the porridge already contained enough water.

On the way to the magistrate, Mr. Bumble told Oliver to look happy and say that he truly wanted to become an apprentice. Oliver promised to obey, especially after Bumble hinted that something terrible might happen if he did not. At the office, Oliver was locked alone in a small room and told to wait.

The boy waited there with a racing heart for half an hour. Then Mr. Bumble put his bare head through the door and said loudly:

“Now, dear Oliver, come to the gentleman.” Then Bumble gave him a dark, threatening look and whispered, “Remember what I told you, you young rascal!”

En/Pt → Oliver stared innocently at Bumble's opposite messages, but Bumble led him into the next room before he could speak. It was a large room with a great window. Two old gentlemen with powdered hair sat behind a desk. One read a newspaper, while the other studied a small parchment through tortoise-shell glasses. Mr. Limbkins and the partly washed Gamfield stood before them, and several strong-looking men waited nearby.

The old gentleman with the glasses slowly fell asleep over the parchment. After Mr. Bumble placed Oliver before the desk, everyone waited in silence for a moment.

“This is the boy, Your Honor,” said Mr. Bumble.

The old gentleman reading the newspaper raised his head and pulled the other man's sleeve. The sleeping gentleman woke up.

“Oh, is this the boy?” asked the old gentleman.

“Yes, sir,” replied Mr. Bumble. “Bow to the magistrate, my dear.”

Oliver gathered himself and bowed as well as he could. He had been staring at the powder on the magistrates' heads and wondering whether all board members were born with that white substance there.

En/Pt → “Well,” said the old gentleman, “I suppose he loves chimney sweeping?”

“He loves it, Your Honor,” Bumble replied, secretly pinching Oliver to warn him not to disagree.

“And he wants to become a sweep, does he?” asked the old gentleman.

“If we gave him any other trade tomorrow, he would run away at once, Your Honor,” replied Bumble.

“And you, sir, the man who will be his master - you will treat and feed him well, will you?” asked the old gentleman.

“When I say I will, I mean it,” Gamfield replied roughly.

“You speak roughly, my friend, but you look honest and kind,” said the old gentleman. In fact, Gamfield's evil face clearly showed his cruelty. But the magistrate was half blind and confused by age, so he could not see what everyone else saw.

“I hope I am, sir,” said Gamfield with an ugly smile.

“I am sure you are, my friend,” replied the old gentleman. He fixed his glasses on his nose and looked for the inkstand.

En/Pt → This was the decisive moment in Oliver's life. If the magistrate had found the inkstand, he would have signed the papers and Oliver would have been taken away. But the inkstand was directly under his nose, so he searched everywhere without seeing it. At last he looked forward and noticed Oliver's pale, terrified face. Despite Bumble's warning looks and pinches, the boy stared at his future master's horrible face with obvious fear. Even the half-blind magistrate could understand it.

The old gentleman stopped, put down his pen, and looked from Oliver to Mr. Limbkins. Mr. Limbkins tried to take some snuff while appearing cheerful and unconcerned.

“My boy,” said the old gentleman, “you look pale and frightened. What is wrong?”

“Move away from him, Beadle,” said the other magistrate, putting down his newspaper and leaning forward with interest. “Now, boy, tell us what is wrong. Do not be afraid.”

En/Pt → Oliver fell to his knees and joined his hands. He begged them to send him back to the dark room. They could starve, beat, or even kill him, but he begged them not to send him away with that terrible man.

“Well!” said Mr. Bumble, raising his hands and eyes with great seriousness. “Of all the clever and dishonest orphans I have ever seen, Oliver, you are one of the boldest.”

“Be quiet, Beadle,” said the second old gentleman after Bumble used this strange description.

“I beg your pardon, Your Honor,” said Mr. Bumble, unable to believe his ears. “Were you speaking to me?”

“Yes. Be quiet.”

Mr. Bumble was shocked. A beadle had been ordered to be quiet! It was a complete moral revolution.

The old gentleman in the tortoise-shell glasses looked at his companion, who gave him a meaningful nod.

“We refuse to approve these apprenticeship papers,” said the old gentleman, throwing the parchment aside.

En/Pt → “I hope,” Mr. Limbkins said nervously, “that the magistrates will not believe the authorities acted improperly merely because of a child's unsupported story.”

“The magistrates do not need to give an opinion about that,” said the second old gentleman sharply. “Take the boy back to the workhouse and treat him kindly. He seems to need kindness.”

That evening, the gentleman in the white waistcoat declared that Oliver would not only be hanged but also cut into four pieces. Mr. Bumble sadly said he hoped Oliver would become good. Gamfield said he hoped Oliver would come to him. Although Gamfield usually agreed with Bumble, this wish meant something quite different.

The next morning, the public was informed again that Oliver Twist was available and that anyone who took him would receive five pounds.

CHAPTER IV. Oliver, Being Offered Another Place, Makes His First Entry Into Public Life

En/Pt → In wealthy families, a young man who cannot get a good position is often sent to sea. The board decided to follow this wise example and place Oliver on a small trading ship going to an unhealthy port. They thought the captain might playfully whip him to death after dinner or kill him with an iron bar, which were said to be common amusements among such men. The more the board considered these advantages, the more certain they became that Oliver should be sent to sea immediately.

Mr. Bumble was sent to find a captain who wanted a cabin boy without friends. As he returned to report his results, he met Mr. Sowerberry, the parish undertaker, at the workhouse gate.

Mr. Sowerberry was a tall, thin man with large joints. He wore an old black suit, repaired black stockings, and matching shoes. His face did not naturally look cheerful, but he liked making jokes about his profession. He walked lightly and looked privately amused as he greeted Mr. Bumble warmly.

En/Pt → “I measured the two women who died last night, Mr. Bumble,” said the undertaker.

“You will become rich, Mr. Sowerberry,” said the beadle, taking snuff from the undertaker's box, which was shaped like a tiny coffin. He repeated the statement and tapped Sowerberry's shoulder kindly with his cane.

“Do you think so?” asked the undertaker, sounding half convinced and half doubtful. “The board pays very little, Mr. Bumble.”

“The coffins are very small too,” replied the beadle, almost laughing as much as an important official should.

Sowerberry found this very funny and laughed for a long time. At last he said, “Since the new feeding system began, the coffins have become narrower and less deep. But we must make some profit. Good dry wood is expensive, and all the iron handles come by canal from Birmingham.”

“Well,” said Mr. Bumble, “every trade has its difficulties. A fair profit is allowed, of course.”

En/Pt → “Of course,” replied the undertaker. “If I make no profit on one particular item, I recover it from another in the end. Ha, ha, ha!”

“Exactly,” said Mr. Bumble.

“Still,” continued the undertaker, “I face one great problem. The heavy people die fastest. Those who once lived better and paid taxes for years are the first to die when they enter the workhouse. Three or four extra inches beyond my calculation can seriously reduce my profit, especially when I have a family to support.”

Sowerberry spoke with the anger of a badly treated man. Bumble felt that his words attacked the honor of the parish, so he decided to change the subject. Since Oliver was on his mind, he began talking about him.

“By the way,” said Mr. Bumble, “do you know anyone who needs a boy? He is a parish apprentice and a heavy burden on us. We offer generous terms, Mr. Sowerberry.” Bumble raised his cane and struck three times on the words “FIVE POUNDS,” printed in huge capital letters on the notice.

En/Pt → “Goodness!” said the undertaker, taking Mr. Bumble by the gold-edged collar of his official coat. “That is exactly what I wanted to discuss. Dear me, what an elegant button this is, Mr. Bumble! I never noticed it before.”

“Yes, I think it is quite pretty,” said the beadle, proudly looking at the large brass buttons on his coat. “The design is the parish seal: the Good Samaritan helping the sick and injured man. The board gave it to me on New Year's morning. I first wore it at the investigation into the poor tradesman who died in a doorway at midnight.”

“I remember,” said the undertaker. “The jury's decision was, ‘Died from the cold and from lacking the basic necessities of life,’ was it not?”

Mr. Bumble nodded.

“I think they added a special statement,” said the undertaker, “saying that if the officer responsible for helping the poor had - ”

En/Pt → “Nonsense! Foolishness!” the beadle interrupted. “If the board listened to all the nonsense spoken by ignorant jurymen, it would have too much work.”

“Very true,” said the undertaker. “It certainly would.”

“Juries,” said Mr. Bumble, gripping his cane as he often did when angry, “are uneducated, common, miserable creatures.”

“They certainly are,” said the undertaker.

“They understand no more about philosophy or political economy than that,” said the beadle, snapping his fingers with contempt.

“Indeed they do not,” agreed the undertaker.

“I despise them,” said the beadle, his face becoming very red.

“So do I,” replied the undertaker.

“I only wish we could keep an independent jury in the workhouse for a week or two,” said the beadle. “The board’s rules would soon break their spirit.”

“You can trust the rules to do that,” replied the undertaker. Then he smiled approvingly, hoping to calm the angry parish officer.

Mr. Bumble removed his cocked hat, took a handkerchief from inside it, and wiped away the sweat caused by his anger. He put the hat on again, turned to the undertaker, and spoke more calmly:

En/Pt → “Well, what about the boy?”

“Oh,” replied the undertaker, “you know, Mr. Bumble, I pay a great deal in taxes for the poor.”

“Hmm,” said Mr. Bumble. “And?”

“Well,” replied the undertaker, “if I pay so much for the poor, I have a right to get as much benefit from them as possible. So I think I’ll take the boy myself.”

Mr. Bumble took the undertaker by the arm and led him inside. Mr. Sowerberry met privately with the board for five minutes. They agreed that Oliver would go to him that evening “on trial.” For a parish apprentice, this meant that if the master could get enough work from the boy without feeding him too much, he could keep him for years and treat him as he pleased.

En/Pt → That evening, little Oliver was brought before “the gentlemen.” They told him he would work that night as a general servant for a coffin-maker. If he complained or ever returned to the parish, he would be sent to sea to drown or be beaten to death. Oliver showed so little emotion that they all called him a hard-hearted young rascal and ordered Mr. Bumble to take him away at once.

The board was always shocked when anyone showed no feeling, but in this case they were wrong. Oliver did not feel too little; he felt too much. His cruel treatment was slowly making him dull and bitter for life. He heard where he was going without speaking. His entire luggage was placed in his hand: a brown paper package about fifteen centimetres wide and eight centimetres deep. He pulled his cap over his eyes, held Mr. Bumble’s coat cuff again, and was led away to a new place of suffering.

En/Pt → For some time, Mr. Bumble pulled Oliver along without speaking. The beadle held his head very high, as beadles should. Because it was windy, Oliver was almost hidden by the tails of Mr. Bumble’s open coat, which also displayed his waistcoat and brown knee-length trousers. As they approached their destination, Mr. Bumble looked down to make sure the boy appeared presentable to his new master. He did this with the gracious manner of an important protector.

“Oliver!” said Mr. Bumble.

“Yes, sir,” Oliver replied in a low, trembling voice.

“Take that cap away from your eyes and hold your head up, sir.”

Oliver obeyed at once and quickly wiped his eyes with his free hand. Still, a tear remained when he looked up at Mr. Bumble. Under the beadle’s stern gaze, it rolled down his cheek, followed by more tears. Oliver tried hard to stop but could not. He released Mr. Bumble’s hand, covered his face with both hands, and wept until tears ran between his thin fingers and down his chin.

En/Pt → “Well!” cried Mr. Bumble, stopping suddenly and looking at the little boy with great hatred. “Of all the most ungrateful and badly behaved boys I have ever seen, Oliver, you are the - ”

“No, no, sir,” Oliver sobbed, holding the hand that carried the familiar cane. “I truly will be good, sir! I am a very little boy, and it is so - so - ”

“So what?” asked Mr. Bumble in surprise.

“So lonely, sir! So very lonely!” cried the child. “Everybody hates me. Oh, sir, please do not be angry with me!” He struck his hand against his heart and looked at Mr. Bumble with real pain and tears.

For a few seconds, Mr. Bumble looked with surprise at Oliver’s sad, helpless face. He cleared his throat three or four times and muttered something about “that troublesome cough.” Then he told Oliver to dry his eyes and behave well. Taking his hand again, he walked on in silence.

En/Pt → The undertaker had just closed the shutters of his shop. By the light of a suitably gloomy candle, he was writing in his account book when Mr. Bumble entered.

“Aha!” said the undertaker, looking up from his book and stopping in the middle of a word. “Is that you, Bumble?”

“No one else, Mr. Sowerberry,” replied the beadle. “Here, I have brought the boy.” Oliver bowed.

“Oh, so that is the boy?” said the undertaker, raising the candle above his head to see Oliver better. “Mrs. Sowerberry, would you please come here for a moment, my dear?”

Mrs. Sowerberry came out of a small room behind the shop. She was a short, thin woman with a narrow body and an unpleasant, sharp face.

“My dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry politely, “this is the boy from the workhouse whom I told you about.” Oliver bowed again.

“Goodness!” said the undertaker’s wife. “He is very small.”

En/Pt → “Well, he is rather small,” replied Mr. Bumble, looking at Oliver as if his size were his own fault. “He is small, certainly. But he will grow, Mrs. Sowerberry. He will grow.”

“Oh, I am sure he will,” the woman replied impatiently, “with our food and drink. Parish children save us nothing; they always cost more to keep than they are worth. Still, men always think they know best. Go downstairs, you little bag of bones.” Mrs. Sowerberry opened a side door and pushed Oliver down steep stairs into a dark, damp stone room. It was the entrance to the coal cellar but was called the “kitchen.” A messy girl sat there in worn shoes and badly damaged blue stockings.

“Charlotte,” said Mr. Sowerberry, who had followed Oliver downstairs, “give this boy the cold scraps saved for Trip. The dog has not returned since morning, so he can go without them. I suppose the boy is not too fussy to eat them. Are you, boy?”

En/Pt → Oliver’s eyes shone when he heard the word meat, and he trembled with eagerness to eat it. He said he was not fussy, and a full plate of rough scraps was placed before him.

I wish some well-fed philosopher with a cold heart could have seen Oliver Twist grab the fine food rejected by the dog. I wish he could have watched Oliver tear the pieces apart with the terrible hunger of a starving animal. There is only one thing I would like more: to see that philosopher eating the same meal himself and enjoying it just as much.

“Well,” said the undertaker’s wife after Oliver finished supper. She had watched him in silent horror, fearing how much he might eat in the future. “Have you finished?”

Since there was nothing else to eat within his reach, Oliver said yes.

“Then come with me,” said Mrs. Sowerberry. She picked up a weak, dirty lamp and led him upstairs. “Your bed is under the counter. You do not mind sleeping among the coffins, I suppose? It does not matter if you do, because you cannot sleep anywhere else. Come on; do not keep me here all night!”

En/Pt → Oliver did not delay any longer and quietly followed his new mistress.

CHAPTER V. Oliver Mingles with New Associates. Going to a Funeral for the First Time, He Forms an Unfavourable Notion of His Master’s Business

En/Pt → Left alone in the undertaker’s shop, Oliver placed the lamp on a workbench and looked around with fear. Many older people would have understood his feelings. An unfinished coffin stood on black supports in the middle of the shop. It looked so dark and deathlike that Oliver trembled whenever he looked at it. He almost expected a terrible figure to rise from it and frighten him mad. Along the wall stood elm boards cut into coffin shapes. In the weak light, they looked like tall ghosts with their hands in their pockets. Metal coffin plates, wood chips, bright nails, and pieces of black cloth covered the floor. Behind the counter was a cheerful picture of two funeral servants at a grand door, while a hearse drawn by four black horses approached. The shop was hot and airless and smelled of coffins. The space under the counter, where Oliver’s thin mattress lay, looked like a grave.

En/Pt → These were not the only sad thoughts troubling Oliver. He was alone in a strange place, and we all know how cold and lonely even the strongest people can feel then. The boy had no friends to care about and no one who cared about him. He had not recently left anyone he loved, and no familiar face was painfully missing from his life.

Yet his heart was still heavy. As he entered his narrow bed, he wished it were his coffin. He wished he could lie in a peaceful, endless sleep in the churchyard, with tall grass moving gently above him and the deep old bell comforting him.

In the morning, Oliver woke to loud kicks against the shop door. Before he could quickly put on his clothes, the angry kicking was repeated about twenty-five times. When he began to remove the chain, the kicking stopped and a voice spoke.

En/Pt → “Will you open the door?” cried the voice belonging to the legs that had kicked it.

“Right away, sir,” replied Oliver, removing the chain and turning the key.

“I suppose you are the new boy, aren’t you?” said the voice through the keyhole.

“Yes, sir,” replied Oliver.

“How old are you?” asked the voice.

“Ten, sir,” replied Oliver.

“Then I’ll beat you when I get inside,” said the voice. “Just wait and see, you workhouse brat!” After making this kind promise, the voice began to whistle.

Oliver had been beaten too often to doubt that the owner of the voice, whoever he was, would keep his promise. With a trembling hand, Oliver pulled back the bolts and opened the door.

For a moment, Oliver looked up and down the street and across the road. He thought the stranger who had spoken through the keyhole had walked away to keep warm. But the only person he saw was a large charity boy sitting on a post outside the house. The boy was eating bread and butter, cutting it with a folding knife into pieces as large as his mouth and then eating them very skilfully.

En/Pt → “Excuse me, sir,” Oliver finally said when no other visitor appeared. “Did you knock?”

“I kicked,” replied the charity boy.

“Do you want a coffin, sir?” Oliver asked innocently.

At this, the charity boy looked extremely angry. He said Oliver would need a coffin soon if he made jokes about his superiors like that.

“You do not know who I am, do you, Workhouse?” the charity boy continued, climbing down from the post with serious dignity.

“No, sir,” replied Oliver.

“I am Mr. Noah Claypole,” said the charity boy, “and you work under me. Take down the shutters, you lazy young criminal!” Then Mr. Claypole kicked Oliver and entered the shop with great dignity. It is always hard for a clumsy boy with a large head, small eyes, a heavy face, a red nose, and yellow knee-length trousers to look dignified.

En/Pt → Oliver took down the shutters. While struggling to carry the first heavy one to the small side yard where they were kept during the day, he broke a window. Noah kindly told him that he would be punished and then finally helped him. Mr. Sowerberry came down soon afterwards, followed by Mrs. Sowerberry. After Oliver received the punishment Noah had predicted, he followed Noah downstairs for breakfast.

“Come near the fire, Noah,” said Charlotte. “I saved a nice piece of bacon for you from the master’s breakfast. Oliver, close the door behind Mr. Noah and take the scraps I left on the bread container. There is your tea. Take it to that box, drink it there, and hurry. They will need you to watch the shop. Do you hear?”

“Do you hear, Workhouse?” said Noah Claypole.

“Goodness, Noah!” said Charlotte. “What a strange person you are! Why do you not leave the boy alone?”

En/Pt → “Leave him alone!” said Noah. “Everyone already leaves him alone. Neither his father nor his mother will ever interfere. All his relatives let him do whatever he wants. Right, Charlotte? Ha, ha, ha!”

“Oh, you strange boy!” said Charlotte, laughing loudly. Noah laughed with her. Then they both looked with contempt at poor Oliver Twist, who sat shivering on a box in the coldest corner and ate the stale scraps saved especially for him.

En/Pt → Noah was a charity boy, but he was not a workhouse orphan. He knew his parents, who lived nearby. His mother washed clothes, and his father was a drunken former soldier with a wooden leg and a tiny daily pension. Local shop boys had long insulted Noah in the streets by calling him names like “leather boy” and “charity boy.” Noah had accepted these insults without answering. But now fate had placed a nameless orphan below him, someone even the poorest people could insult, so Noah passed all his insults on to Oliver with added cruelty. This gives us something pleasant to consider: it shows how wonderful human nature can become, and how the same fine qualities appear equally in the greatest lord and the dirtiest charity boy.

Oliver had lived at the undertaker’s for about three weeks or a month. One evening, after the shop closed, Mr. and Mrs. Sowerberry were having supper in the small back room. After looking nervously at his wife several times, Mr. Sowerberry said:

En/Pt → “My dear - ” He was about to say more, but Mrs. Sowerberry looked up with such an unfriendly expression that he stopped.

“Well?” Mrs. Sowerberry said sharply.

“Nothing, my dear, nothing,” said Mr. Sowerberry.

“Ugh, you brute!” said Mrs. Sowerberry.

“Not at all, my dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry humbly. “I thought you did not want to hear. I was only going to say - ”

“Oh, do not tell me what you were going to say,” Mrs. Sowerberry interrupted. “I am nobody. Please do not ask my opinion. I do not want to interfere with your secrets.” Then Mrs. Sowerberry gave a wild laugh that suggested trouble was coming.

“But, my dear,” said Sowerberry, “I want to ask your advice.”

“No, no, do not ask me,” Mrs. Sowerberry replied sadly. “Ask someone else.” She laughed wildly again, which greatly frightened Mr. Sowerberry. This is a common and respected way of treating a husband, and it is often very effective. It quickly made Mr. Sowerberry beg for special permission to tell her the very thing she most wanted to hear. After a short time, she graciously gave him permission.

En/Pt → “It is only about young Twist, my dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry. “He is a very good-looking boy.”

“He needs to be, because he eats enough,” the woman observed.

“His face has a sad expression that is very interesting,” Mr. Sowerberry continued. “He would make a wonderful funeral mourner, my love.”

Mrs. Sowerberry looked up in great surprise. Mr. Sowerberry noticed this and continued before she had time to speak.

“I do not mean a regular mourner for adult funerals, my dear, but only for children’s funerals. It would be new to have a mourner of the right size. You can be sure it would have an excellent effect.”

Mrs. Sowerberry understood the funeral business and was impressed by the new idea. However, admitting this would have harmed her dignity, so she sharply asked why her husband had not thought of such an obvious idea earlier. Mr. Sowerberry correctly understood that she agreed. They quickly decided that Oliver should learn the secrets of the business at once and accompany his master the next time his services were needed.

En/Pt → The opportunity soon came. Half an hour after breakfast the next morning, Mr. Bumble entered the shop. He rested his cane against the counter and took out his large leather wallet. From it, he chose a small piece of paper and handed it to Sowerberry.

“Aha!” said the undertaker, reading it with a cheerful expression. “An order for a coffin?”

“First a coffin, and then a parish funeral,” replied Mr. Bumble. He closed the strap of the leather wallet, which was as fat as he was.

“Bayton,” said the undertaker, looking from the paper to Mr. Bumble. “I have never heard that name before.”

Bumble shook his head. “Stubborn people, Mr. Sowerberry, very stubborn. And proud too, I am afraid, sir.”

“Proud?” cried Mr. Sowerberry with a cold smile. “That is too much.”

“Oh, it is disgusting,” replied the beadle. “It is against nature, Mr. Sowerberry!”

“Indeed it is,” agreed the undertaker.

En/Pt → “We only learned about the family the night before last,” said the beadle. “We would not have known then, except that a woman in the same house asked the parish committee to send the parish doctor to a very sick woman. The doctor had gone to dinner, but his apprentice, who is a very clever boy, immediately sent them some medicine in an old bottle used for shoe polish.”

“Ah, that was quick,” said the undertaker.

“Quick, indeed!” replied the beadle. “But what happened? How did those ungrateful rebels behave? The husband sent word that the medicine was not suitable for his wife’s illness, so she would not take it. He said she would not take it, sir! It was good, strong, healthy medicine. Only a week earlier, it had been given with great success to two Irish workers and a coal carrier. It cost them nothing and came in a shoe-polish bottle. Yet he sent word that she would not take it, sir!”

En/Pt → As Mr. Bumble thought about the full horror of this act, he struck the counter sharply with his cane and became red with anger.

“Well,” said the undertaker, “I have ne - ver - heard - ”

“Never, sir!” cried the beadle. “No, nobody ever has. But now she is dead, we must bury her. That is the address, and the sooner it is done, the better.”

After saying this, Mr. Bumble was so excited by parish business that he put on his cocked hat backwards and rushed out of the shop.

“He was so angry, Oliver, that he even forgot to ask about you!” said Mr. Sowerberry, watching the beadle walk away.

“Yes, sir,” Oliver replied. He had hidden during the meeting and still shook at the memory of Mr. Bumble's voice. But Bumble was avoiding Oliver too. He feared the undertaker might return the boy before the seven-year agreement became legal and permanent.

En/Pt → Mr. Sowerberry put on his hat and said the job should be done quickly. He told Noah to watch the shop and ordered Oliver to put on his cap and follow him. Oliver obeyed and went with his master on the business visit.

They crossed the busiest part of town and entered an even dirtier, poorer street. The tall houses were old and neglected, and only the poorest people lived there. Shops were closed and decaying, and some weak buildings needed huge wooden beams to keep them standing. Homeless people entered through broken doors and windows. The gutter was still and filthy, and even the dead rats looked starved.

The open door had no bell or knocker. The undertaker carefully felt his way through the dark passage, telling Oliver to stay close and not be afraid. At the first landing, he found a door and knocked with his hand.

A girl of thirteen or fourteen opened the door. The undertaker looked inside and knew it was the right room. He entered, and Oliver followed.

En/Pt → There was no fire. A man bent over the empty stove, and an old woman sat beside the cold fireplace. Ragged children stood in a corner. Across from the door, something lay on the floor under an old blanket. Oliver trembled and moved closer to his master because he knew it was a dead body.

The man was thin and pale, with grey hair, a grey beard, and red eyes. The old woman's face was wrinkled, her last two teeth stuck out, and her eyes were sharp and bright. Oliver feared them both. They reminded him of the rats outside.

As the undertaker approached the body, the man jumped up fiercely. “Nobody shall go near her! Stay back if you want to live!”

The undertaker was familiar with every kind of suffering. “Nonsense, my good man,” he said.

The man closed his fists and stamped angrily. “I will not let you put her in the ground. She could not rest there. The worms would trouble her, but they could not eat her because she is so thin.”

En/Pt → The undertaker did not answer. He took a measuring tape from his pocket and knelt beside the body for a moment.

The man burst into tears and fell to his knees beside the dead woman. He ordered everyone to kneel and said she had starved to death. He had not understood how ill she was until fever made her bones show through her skin. With no fire or candle, she died in darkness, unable to see her children's faces. He had begged for her in the streets, but they sent him to prison. When he returned, she was dying. Screaming that they had starved her, he pulled his hair and fell to the floor in a fit.

The frightened children cried. The old woman, who had seemed deaf to everything, threatened them until they were silent. Then she loosened the fallen man's neckcloth and walked unsteadily toward the undertaker.

Pointing toward the body, the old woman said it was her daughter. With a terrible smile, she wondered how she, who had given birth to the woman, could still be alive and cheerful while her daughter lay cold and stiff. She laughed and said it was as good as a play.

En/Pt → As the miserable old woman laughed and spoke to herself, the undertaker turned to leave.

The old woman stopped him and asked when her daughter would be buried. She said she had prepared the body and must walk in the funeral. Because it was very cold, she wanted a large warm cloak. She also asked for cake and wine, then lowered her request to a loaf of bread and a cup of water. She grabbed his coat and eagerly asked if they would receive bread.

“Yes, of course. Anything you want,” said the undertaker. He freed himself from her hand, pulled Oliver after him, and hurried away.

The next day, Oliver and his master returned. Meanwhile, Mr. Bumble had given the family half a loaf and some cheese. He was already there with four workhouse men to carry the coffin. The old woman and the man wore an old black cloak over their rags. The plain coffin was closed, lifted onto the men's shoulders, and carried into the street.

En/Pt → Sowerberry whispered to the old woman that she must walk quickly because they were late and should not keep the priest waiting. Then he ordered the bearers to move as fast as they could.

The bearers hurried under their light load, and the two mourners stayed as close as possible. Bumble and Sowerberry walked quickly in front, while Oliver ran beside them because his legs were shorter.

They did not need to hurry. At the poor corner of the churchyard, the priest had not arrived, and the clerk thought he might take another hour. They set the coffin beside the grave. The mourners waited in wet earth under cold rain while ragged boys played among the graves and jumped over the coffin. Sowerberry and Bumble sat by the clerk's fire and read the newspaper.

After more than an hour, Bumble, Sowerberry, and the clerk ran toward the grave. The priest followed, putting on his robe as he walked. Bumble beat one or two boys to look responsible. The priest read four minutes of the burial service, handed his robe to the clerk, and left.

En/Pt → “Now, Bill,” Sowerberry told the grave-digger. “Fill it in.”

The job was easy because the grave was so full that the highest coffin was only a few feet below the surface. The grave-digger threw in earth, pressed it lightly with his feet, put his spade on his shoulder, and left. The boys followed, loudly complaining that the fun had ended too soon.

Bumble tapped the man on the back and told him to come because they wanted to close the churchyard.

The man had not moved since reaching the grave. Now he looked up, walked a few steps, and fainted. The old woman was too busy crying about the cloak that Sowerberry had taken back to notice him. They poured cold water over the man, led him safely out when he woke, locked the gate, and went their separate ways.

As they walked home, Sowerberry asked Oliver how he liked the work.

En/Pt → “It was all right, thank you, sir,” Oliver answered uncertainly. “But I did not like it very much.”

Sowerberry told him he would get used to it. Once he did, it would seem like nothing.

Oliver wondered how long Sowerberry had needed to become used to such things. He decided not to ask and returned to the shop, thinking about everything he had seen and heard.

CHAPTER VI. Oliver, Being Goaded by the Taunts of Noah, Rouses Into Action, and Rather Astonishes Him

En/Pt → After his trial month, Oliver officially became an apprentice. Illness was common, so the coffin business was good and Oliver soon gained experience. Many children died of measles, and Oliver led their funeral processions in mourning clothes, which greatly moved the town's mothers. He also went to adult funerals so he could learn the calm manner expected from a skilled undertaker.

At funerals of rich people, nephews and nieces who had seemed unable to control their grief often became cheerful together. Husbands accepted their wives' deaths calmly, and widows made their mourning clothes look attractive. People who cried terribly during the burial usually recovered by the time tea ended at home. Oliver watched all this with great interest.

I cannot say whether these examples taught Oliver patience. But for months he quietly accepted Noah Claypole's control and abuse. Noah treated him worse because he was jealous that Oliver wore the black funeral hat while he still wore ordinary work clothes. Charlotte was cruel because Noah was, and Mrs. Sowerberry hated Oliver because her husband liked him. Between these three enemies and the many funerals, Oliver's life was very uncomfortable.

En/Pt → We now reach an important moment in Oliver's story. The act may seem small, but it indirectly changed his whole future.

One day, Oliver and Noah went to the kitchen for their usual small dinner of poor-quality mutton. Charlotte was called away. Hungry and cruel, Noah decided to use the short time to annoy and hurt Oliver.

Noah put his feet on the table, pulled Oliver's hair and ears, called him a coward, and said he would watch him be hanged. When this made Oliver cry, Noah tried to be even funnier and attacked him personally.

“Workhouse boy,” Noah said, “how is your mother?”

“She is dead,” Oliver replied. “Do not say anything about her to me!”

Oliver's face grew red, and he breathed quickly. His mouth and nose moved strangely. Noah thought Oliver was about to cry violently, so he continued.

“What did she die from, workhouse boy?” Noah asked.

En/Pt → Oliver answered as if speaking to himself. An old nurse had said his mother died of a broken heart. He thought he understood what that kind of death felt like.

As a tear ran down Oliver's face, Noah sang a silly song and asked why he was crying.

“Not because of you,” Oliver answered sharply. “That is enough. Do not say anything else about her. You had better not!”

Noah repeated Oliver's warning in surprise and told him not to be rude. Then he insulted Oliver's mother with a cruel expression.

Encouraged by Oliver's silence, Noah spoke with false pity. He said nothing could change the past and pretended that everyone felt sorry for Oliver. Then he said Oliver's mother had been a truly bad woman.

Oliver suddenly looked up and asked, “What did you say?”

Calmly, Noah repeated that she was a bad woman. He said it was better that she had died, because otherwise she would have gone to prison, been sent away, or most likely been hanged.

En/Pt → Oliver turned red with anger, jumped up, and knocked over the chair and table. He grabbed Noah by the throat, shook him until his teeth knocked together, and hit him hard enough to send him to the floor.

A moment earlier, Oliver had looked like the quiet, sad child that cruel treatment had created. Now the insult to his dead mother awakened his spirit. He stood straight, breathing hard, with bright eyes and a completely changed expression. He looked down at his cowardly enemy and challenged him with new strength.

Noah cried that Oliver was murdering him. He shouted for Charlotte and Mrs. Sowerberry, screamed for help, and said Oliver had gone mad.

Charlotte answered Noah with a loud scream, and Mrs. Sowerberry screamed even louder. Charlotte rushed into the kitchen, while Mrs. Sowerberry waited on the stairs until she was sure it was safe to come down.

Charlotte grabbed Oliver with all her great strength and called him an ungrateful, murderous little villain. Between each word, she hit him as hard as she could and screamed loudly.

En/Pt → Charlotte's fist was heavy. To help calm Oliver, Mrs. Sowerberry ran into the kitchen, held him with one hand, and scratched his face with the other. Noah then got up and struck Oliver from behind.

They could not continue such violent work for long. When they became tired of beating and tearing at Oliver, they dragged the struggling, shouting boy into the dusty cellar and locked him inside. Mrs. Sowerberry then fell into a chair and began to cry.

Charlotte cried that Mrs. Sowerberry was fainting and told Noah to bring a glass of water quickly.

After Noah poured plenty of cold water over her head and shoulders, Mrs. Sowerberry said they were lucky not to have been murdered in their beds.

Charlotte agreed and hoped this would teach Mr. Sowerberry not to take in more terrible children who were born to become murderers and thieves. She claimed that Oliver had almost killed poor Noah.

En/Pt → Mrs. Sowerberry looked at Noah with pity and called him a poor boy.

Noah was so much taller that the top button of his waistcoat was level with Oliver's head. While they pitied him, he rubbed his eyes and produced some dramatic tears and sniffs.

Mrs. Sowerberry asked what they should do. Her husband was away, there was no man in the house, and she feared Oliver would break down the door within ten minutes. His strong kicks against it made this seem likely.

Charlotte said she did not know what to do unless they called the police.

Noah suggested calling the army.

Mrs. Sowerberry remembered Oliver's old enemy. She ordered Noah to run to Mr. Bumble and bring him immediately. He should not waste time finding his cap and could hold a knife against his black eye while running to reduce the swelling.

Noah did not stop to answer. He ran at full speed, surprising everyone who saw a charity boy racing through the streets without a cap and holding a folding knife to his eye.

CHAPTER VII. Oliver Continues Refractory

En/Pt → Noah ran as fast as possible without stopping until he reached the workhouse gate. He rested for a minute so he could prepare convincing sobs, tears, and terror. Then he knocked loudly and showed such a miserable face that even the old pauper who opened the gate was surprised.

The old pauper asked what was wrong with the boy.

Noah cried loudly for Mr. Bumble with convincing fear. Bumble was nearby and became so alarmed that he ran into the yard without his official hat. This showed that even a beadle could briefly lose control and forget his dignity.

Noah began, “Oh, Mr. Bumble! Oliver, sir - Oliver has - ”

With pleasure in his hard eyes, Bumble interrupted and asked whether Oliver had run away.

Noah said Oliver had not run away but had become violent. He claimed Oliver tried to murder him, Charlotte, and Mrs. Sowerberry. Then he twisted his body like an eel and cried about terrible pain, pretending that Oliver had caused serious internal injuries.

En/Pt → Seeing that his story had shocked Bumble, Noah cried ten times louder about his wounds. When he noticed the gentleman in the white waistcoat crossing the yard, he became even more dramatic to gain the man's attention and anger.

The gentleman quickly noticed. He turned angrily and asked why the young dog was howling and why Bumble did not hit him to make the noise happen without choice.

Bumble explained that Noah was a poor boy from the free school who had almost been murdered by young Twist.

The gentleman stopped and said he had known it. From the beginning, he had felt that the bold young savage would end up being hanged.

Looking very pale, Bumble added that Oliver had also tried to murder the female servant.

Noah added, “And his mistress.”

Bumble asked whether Noah had also said Oliver tried to murder his master.

Noah said the master was away, or Oliver would have murdered him too. He claimed Oliver had said he wanted to do it.

En/Pt → The gentleman in the white waistcoat asked Noah whether Oliver had really said that.

Noah said yes. He added that Mrs. Sowerberry wanted Mr. Bumble to come immediately and beat Oliver because her husband was away.

The gentleman smiled kindly and patted Noah's head, which was higher than his own. He called Noah a very good boy and gave him a penny. Then he ordered Bumble to take his cane to Sowerberry's house, decide what to do, and show Oliver no mercy.

Bumble promised not to spare him. After carefully arranging his hat and cane, he and Noah hurried to the undertaker's shop.

Nothing had improved there. Sowerberry had not returned, and Oliver still kicked the cellar door strongly. Mrs. Sowerberry and Charlotte described him as so dangerous that Bumble decided to speak to him before opening the door. He first kicked the outside, then put his mouth to the keyhole and spoke in a deep, serious voice:

En/Pt → “Oliver!”

From inside, Oliver answered, “Let me out!”

Mr. Bumble asked whether Oliver recognized his voice.

Oliver said yes.

Bumble asked whether Oliver was afraid and trembling while he spoke.

“No!” Oliver answered boldly.

The unexpected answer shocked Mr. Bumble. He stepped back from the keyhole, stood as tall as possible, and silently stared at the three people around him.

Mrs. Sowerberry said Oliver must be mad.

She added that no boy with any sense would dare speak to Bumble that way.

After thinking deeply, Bumble said it was not madness. It was meat.

Mrs. Sowerberry cried, “What?”

Bumble repeated that meat was the problem. Mrs. Sowerberry had fed Oliver too well and created a spirit unsuitable for a poor boy. The wise board would agree that poor people did not need souls or spirits; living bodies were enough. If Oliver had eaten only porridge, this would never have happened.

En/Pt → Mrs. Sowerberry raised her eyes toward the ceiling and said sadly that this was the result of being generous.

Mrs. Sowerberry's “generosity” had consisted of giving Oliver dirty leftovers that nobody else would eat. Therefore, it was very humble of her to accept Bumble's serious accusation, even though she was completely innocent of ever feeding Oliver too well.

“Ah,” said Mr. Bumble when Mrs. Sowerberry looked down again. “The only solution is to leave him in the cellar for a day or two until hunger weakens him. Then feed him only porridge during his apprenticeship. He comes from a bad family. His mother reached this place through pain and difficulty that would have killed any respectable woman.”

Oliver heard enough to know they were speaking about his mother, so he began kicking again and made every other sound impossible to hear. Mr. Sowerberry returned then. The women described Oliver's offense with details designed to make him angry. He quickly unlocked the cellar and dragged his rebellious apprentice out by the collar.

En/Pt → Oliver's clothes were torn from the beating. His face was bruised and scratched, and his hair covered his forehead. Yet his angry color remained. When they pulled him from the cellar, he looked boldly at Noah and showed no fear.

“You are a fine young fellow, aren't you?” said Sowerberry, shaking Oliver and striking his ear.

“He insulted my mother,” Oliver replied.

“And what if he did, you ungrateful little creature?” said Mrs. Sowerberry. “She deserved that and worse.”

“She did not,” said Oliver.

“She did,” said Mrs. Sowerberry.

“That is a lie!” said Oliver.

Mrs. Sowerberry began crying heavily.

En/Pt → Her tears left Mr. Sowerberry no choice. If he had not punished Oliver severely, people would have called him a cruel and unnatural husband. He had sometimes been kind to Oliver, perhaps because it benefited him or because his wife disliked the boy. But now he beat Oliver enough to satisfy even Mrs. Sowerberry. Mr. Bumble's later use of the parish cane was hardly necessary. Oliver spent the day locked in the back kitchen with only bread and a water pump. At night, after insulting his dead mother through the door, Mrs. Sowerberry sent him upstairs while Noah and Charlotte mocked him.

Only when Oliver was alone in the silent, dark workshop did he show the feelings caused by the day's cruelty. He had met their insults with contempt and suffered the whip without crying out, because pride filled his heart. But now no one could see or hear him. He fell to his knees, covered his face, and wept with a pain that no young child should ever have to feel.

En/Pt → Oliver stayed in that position for a long time. The candle was almost finished when he stood up. He looked around carefully, listened, quietly opened the door, and looked outside.

It was a cold, dark, windless night. The stars seemed farther away than ever, and the still shadows of the trees looked like death. Oliver quietly closed the door. Using the candle's last light, he tied his few clothes in a handkerchief. Then he sat on a bench and waited for morning.

At the first ray of light through the shutters, Oliver stood and opened the door again. He looked around nervously and hesitated for a moment. Then he closed the door behind him and stepped into the street.

He looked right and left, unsure where to run.

He remembered seeing wagons climb the hill when they left town. He followed the same route. When he reached a familiar path across the fields that later joined the road again, he took it and walked quickly.

En/Pt → Oliver remembered walking along this path beside Mr. Bumble when he was first taken from the farm to the workhouse. The path passed directly before the cottage. His heart beat fast, and he nearly turned back. But he had already come far and would lose much time. It was also early, so nobody was likely to see him. He continued.

He reached the house, where nobody seemed awake. Oliver looked into the garden and saw a child removing weeds. The boy raised his pale face, and Oliver recognized an old companion. He was glad to see his younger friend and playmate before leaving. They had often been beaten, starved, and locked up together.

“Quiet, Dick!” said Oliver as the boy ran to the gate and reached his thin arm through the bars. “Is anyone awake?”

“Nobody except me,” the child replied.

“You must not say you saw me, Dick,” said Oliver. “I am running away because they beat and mistreat me. I am going far away to seek a better life, though I do not know where. How pale you look!”

En/Pt → “I heard the doctor tell them I am dying,” the child replied with a weak smile. “I am very glad to see you, dear, but do not stop here!”

“I will stay long enough to say goodbye,” Oliver replied. “I will see you again, Dick. I know I will! You will be healthy and happy!”

“I hope so,” replied the child. “After I die, but not before. The doctor must be right because I dream so much about Heaven, angels, and kind faces that I never see while awake. Kiss me.” The child climbed the low gate and put his little arms around Oliver's neck. “Goodbye, dear! God bless you!”

The blessing came from a young child, but it was the first blessing Oliver had ever received. Through all the struggles, suffering, trouble, and change of his later life, he never forgot it.

CHAPTER VIII. Oliver Walks to London. He Encounters on the Road a Strange Sort of Young Gentleman

En/Pt → Oliver reached the end of the path and returned to the main road. It was eight o'clock. Though he was nearly five miles from town, he alternately ran and hid behind hedges until noon, afraid that someone might catch him. Then he rested beside a milestone and considered for the first time where he should go to live.

Large letters on the stone said that London was exactly seventy miles away. The name gave Oliver a new idea.

London! It was such a huge place that nobody, not even Mr. Bumble, could find him there. Old men at the workhouse had said that a brave boy need not go hungry in London, because the great city offered ways to live unknown in the countryside. It seemed the perfect place for a homeless boy who would die unless someone helped him. Oliver jumped up and continued walking.

En/Pt → Oliver walked four more miles before remembering how difficult the journey would be. He slowed down and considered his supplies. His bundle held a piece of bread, a rough shirt, and two pairs of stockings. He also had one penny, given by Sowerberry after a funeral where he had done well. These things were useful, but not enough for a sixty-five-mile winter walk. Oliver could see his problems clearly but could find no solution. He moved the bundle to his other shoulder and continued.

Oliver walked twenty miles that day, eating only his dry bread and drinking water begged from cottages. At night, he entered a field and lay under a pile of hay. At first he was frightened by the wind over the empty fields. He was cold, hungry, and more alone than ever. But he was exhausted and soon fell asleep.

En/Pt → The next morning, Oliver was cold, stiff, and so hungry that he spent his penny on a small loaf in the first village. He had walked only twelve miles when night came again. His feet hurt, and his weak legs shook. Another night in the cold, damp air made him worse. The following morning, he could hardly move.

Oliver waited at the bottom of a steep hill for a coach and begged from the passengers sitting outside. Few noticed him. Some promised him a halfpenny if he ran beside the coach to the hilltop. Oliver tried but was too tired and sore. The passengers put their coins away, called him lazy, and left him in a cloud of dust.

Some villages displayed signs warning that beggars would be sent to jail. Oliver hurried away from them in fear. At inns, owners had servants drive him away because they thought he might steal. Farmers threatened him with dogs, and shopkeepers mentioned the beadle. That frightened Oliver deeply, especially because fear was often the only thing he had felt in his empty stomach for hours.

En/Pt → Without a kind tollgate keeper and a generous old woman, Oliver would certainly have died on the road as his mother had died. The keeper gave him bread and cheese. The old woman had a shipwrecked grandson wandering barefoot somewhere far away, so she pitied Oliver. She gave him more than she could afford, with kind words and tears. Her compassion touched him more deeply than all his suffering.

Early on the seventh morning, Oliver slowly limped into Barnet. The shutters were closed, the street was empty, and nobody was awake. The beautiful rising sun only showed him how lonely and miserable he was as he sat on a doorstep, dusty and with bleeding feet.

Slowly, shutters opened, blinds rose, and people began moving through the street. A few stopped to stare at Oliver or looked back while hurrying past. Nobody helped or asked how he had arrived there. He did not have the courage to beg, so he remained seated.

En/Pt → Oliver sat there for some time, noticing the many taverns and watching coaches pass. It seemed strange that they could travel in hours the distance that had required all his courage for a week. Then he noticed a boy who had passed earlier and returned to study him from across the road. At first Oliver ignored him, but the boy stared so long that Oliver looked back. The boy crossed the street, came close, and spoke.

“Hello, friend! What is the problem?”

The boy was about Oliver's age but looked very strange. He had a short nose, a low forehead, an ordinary dirty face, and the manners of an adult man. He was short, with slightly bent legs and small, sharp eyes. His hat nearly fell off until a sudden movement of his head returned it to place. His man's coat almost reached his heels, and its sleeves were rolled up so he could keep his hands in his trouser pockets. Though very small, he behaved like the boldest young gentleman.

En/Pt → “Hello, friend! What is wrong?” this strange young gentleman asked Oliver again.

“I am very hungry and tired,” Oliver replied with tears in his eyes. “I have come a long way. I have been walking for seven days.”

“Walking for seven days!” said the boy. “Oh, I understand. A magistrate's order, was it? But perhaps you do not know what we call a magistrate, my clever companion.”

Oliver gently replied that he had always heard that word used for a bird's mouth.

“How innocent you are!” cried the boy. “That word means a magistrate. When a magistrate orders you to walk, you go up to prison and never come down again. Have you never worked the prison mill?”

“What mill?” Oliver asked.

“The prison mill, of course. It is small enough to work inside a jail and runs best when there are few workers. But come, you need food and shall have some. I am nearly out of money myself, but I will share what I have. Get on your feet. Come along!”

En/Pt → The young gentleman helped Oliver stand and took him to a nearby shop. He bought cooked ham and a small loaf, placing the ham inside a hole in the bread to protect it from dust. Then he led Oliver into the back room of a small tavern and ordered beer. Oliver ate a long, satisfying meal while the strange boy watched him carefully.

“Are you going to London?” the strange boy asked when Oliver finished eating.

“Yes.”

“Do you have a place to stay?”

“No.”

“Any money?”

“No.”

The strange boy whistled and pushed his arms as far into his pockets as the large coat sleeves allowed.

“Do you live in London?” Oliver asked.

“Yes, when I am at home,” the boy replied. “I suppose you need somewhere to sleep tonight?”

“I certainly do,” answered Oliver. “I have not slept under a roof since I left the countryside.”

“Do not worry about that,” said the boy. “I must be in London tonight, and I know a respectable old gentleman there. He will give you a free bed and will not ask questions if someone he knows introduces you. And he certainly knows me very well!”

En/Pt → The boy smiled to show that his final words were playful irony, and he finished the beer.

The unexpected offer of shelter was too attractive to refuse. The boy also promised that the old gentleman would quickly find Oliver a comfortable position. They began a more open conversation, and Oliver learned that his new friend was Jack Dawkins, a special favorite of the old gentleman.

Dawkins's appearance did not suggest that his protector gave him much comfort. But he spoke carelessly and said his close friends called him the Artful Dodger. Oliver decided that the boy had ignored his protector's moral advice. He secretly planned to earn the old gentleman's approval quickly and avoid Dawkins later if the boy proved impossible to improve.

Jack Dawkins did not want to enter London before dark, so they reached Islington at almost eleven. They crossed several roads, narrow streets, and poor districts. The Dodger hurried along Saffron Hill and told Oliver to stay close behind him.

En/Pt → Oliver had to work hard to keep his guide in sight, but he still looked quickly around him. He had never seen a dirtier or more miserable place. The street was narrow and muddy, and the air smelled terrible.

There were many small shops, but their main contents seemed to be crowds of children crawling through doors or screaming inside. Only the taverns appeared successful. People argued loudly there. Side passages revealed groups of tiny houses where drunken men and women lay in dirt. Large, dangerous-looking men left several doorways as if going on harmful business.

Oliver was wondering whether he should run away when they reached the bottom of the hill. His guide caught his arm, opened the door of a house near Field Lane, pulled him inside, and closed it behind them.

“Who is there?” called a voice from below after the Dodger whistled.

“Everything is fine!” came the reply.

En/Pt → This seemed to be a secret signal that all was safe. A weak candle shone on the far wall, and a man's face appeared through a broken part of the old staircase.

“There are two of you,” said the man, holding out the candle and protecting his eyes with his hand. “Who is the other one?”

“A new friend,” replied Jack Dawkins, pulling Oliver forward.

“Where did he come from?”

“From the countryside. Is Fagin upstairs?”

“Yes, he is sorting the handkerchiefs. Go up!” The candle moved back, and the face disappeared.

Oliver felt his way with one hand while his companion held the other firmly. He climbed the dark, broken stairs with difficulty, but his guide moved quickly and easily because he knew them well.

The Dodger opened the door of a back room and pulled Oliver inside.

En/Pt → Age and dirt had made the walls and ceiling completely black. A wooden table stood by the fire with a candle in a bottle, several metal cups, bread, butter, and a plate. Sausages cooked in a pan. An old, thin man with tangled red hair and a frightening face watched them while holding a fork. He wore a dirty robe. Many silk handkerchiefs hung nearby, and rough beds made from old sacks covered the floor. Four or five boys sat around the table, smoking pipes and drinking like adult men. They gathered around the Dodger, heard his whisper, and grinned at Oliver. The old man grinned too.

“Here he is, Fagin,” said Jack Dawkins. “My friend Oliver Twist.”

The old man grinned, bowed, took Oliver's hand, and said he hoped to know him well. The boys with pipes crowded around and shook both Oliver's hands, especially the one holding his bundle. One offered to hang up his cap, while another kindly put his hands into Oliver's pockets to save him the trouble of emptying them before bed. They might have continued these services if Fagin had not struck their heads and shoulders with his fork.

En/Pt → “We are very glad to see you, Oliver,” said Fagin. “Dodger, remove the sausages and bring a seat near the fire for Oliver. Ah, you are looking at the handkerchiefs, my dear! There are many, aren't there? We have only prepared them for washing. That is all. Ha, ha, ha!”

All the old man's promising pupils greeted the end of this speech with loud laughter. Then they ate supper.

Oliver ate his share. Then Fagin mixed hot gin and water for him and told him to drink quickly because someone else needed the glass. Oliver obeyed. Soon afterward, he felt someone gently place him on a sack, and he fell into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER IX. Containing Further Particulars Concerning the Pleasant Old Gentleman, and His Hopeful Pupils

En/Pt → It was late the next morning when Oliver woke after a long, deep sleep. Only Fagin was in the room. He boiled coffee in a pan and whistled softly while stirring it with an iron spoon. Whenever he heard the smallest sound below, he stopped to listen. Once satisfied, he began whistling and stirring again.

Although Oliver had awakened, he was not fully conscious. Between sleep and waking, people can dream more in five minutes with half-open eyes than during many nights of deep sleep. In this state, a person partly understands the mind's great power to move beyond ordinary time, space, and the limits of the body.

Oliver was in exactly this state. Through half-closed eyes, he saw Fagin, heard his quiet whistle, and recognized the spoon scraping the pan. At the same time, his mind was busy with almost everyone he had ever known.

When the coffee was ready, Fagin moved the pan beside the fire. He stood uncertainly for a few minutes, then turned, looked at Oliver, and called his name. Oliver did not answer and appeared to be asleep.

En/Pt → After making sure Oliver was asleep, Fagin quietly locked the door. He seemed to take a small box from a hidden opening in the floor and carefully placed it on the table. His eyes shone when he opened it. He pulled an old chair closer, sat down, and removed a beautiful gold watch covered with jewels.

“Aha!” said Fagin, raising his shoulders and smiling horribly. “Clever boys! Loyal to the end! They never told the priest where these things were and never stole from old Fagin. Why would they? It would not have saved them from hanging for even one minute. Fine fellows!”

Muttering similar thoughts, Fagin returned the watch to safety. He took at least six more watches from the box and admired each one. There were also rings, brooches, bracelets, and other expensive jewels whose names Oliver did not even know.

After replacing the jewels, Fagin removed another object, so small that it fit in his palm. It seemed to have tiny writing on it. He laid it on the table, protected it from the light with his hand, and studied it for a long time. Finally, he gave up, leaned back, and whispered:

En/Pt → “What a wonderful thing execution is! Dead men never regret their actions or reveal dangerous stories. It is excellent for our business! Five of them were hanged together, and none remained to betray us or lose his courage.”

As Fagin spoke, his bright dark eyes moved from empty space to Oliver's face. The boy was watching him with silent curiosity. Their eyes met for only an instant, but it was long enough for Fagin to know that Oliver had seen him.

Fagin shut the box with a loud crash, grabbed a bread knife from the table, and jumped up furiously. Yet he was trembling so much that, despite his fear, Oliver could see the knife shaking in the air.

“What is this?” said Fagin. “Why are you watching me? Why are you awake? What did you see? Speak, boy! Quickly, if you want to live!”

“I could not sleep any longer, sir,” Oliver replied gently. “I am very sorry if I disturbed you.”

En/Pt → “You were not awake an hour ago?” Fagin asked, staring angrily at the boy.

“No! Truly, I was not!” replied Oliver.

“Are you sure?” cried Fagin, looking even more fierce and threatening than before.

“I truly was not, sir,” Oliver replied seriously. “I really was not.”

“Nonsense, my dear!” said the Jew, returning to his usual manner. He played with the knife before putting it down, as if it were only a joke. “I know that. I only wanted to frighten you. You are a brave boy, Oliver!” He laughed and rubbed his hands, but still looked uneasily at the box.

“Did you see any of these pretty things, my dear?” the Jew asked, placing a hand on the box.

“Yes, sir,” replied Oliver.

“Ah!” said the Jew, becoming pale. “They are mine, Oliver. They are all I have to live on in my old age. People call me a miser, that is all.”

En/Pt → Oliver thought the old man must be a miser to live in such a dirty place while owning so many watches. Perhaps caring for the Dodger and the other boys cost him a lot. Oliver looked at him respectfully and asked if he could get up.

“Certainly. There is a jug of water by the door. Bring it here, and I will give you a bowl to wash in.”

Oliver crossed the room and bent down to lift the jug. When he turned around, the box was gone.

Oliver had just washed and emptied the bowl out of the window when the Dodger returned with the lively boy who had smoked the night before. He was introduced as Charley Bates. The four ate coffee, hot rolls, and ham that the Dodger had carried inside his hat.

“Well,” said the Jew, secretly looking at Oliver, “I hope you have been working this morning, my dears?”

En/Pt → “Hard,” replied the Dodger.

“As hard as nails,” added Charley Bates.

“Good boys! What have you got, Dodger?” said the Jew.

“Two wallets,” replied the Dodger.

“Were they full?” the Jew asked eagerly.

“Quite full,” said the Dodger, showing one green wallet and one red one.

“Not as heavy as they could be,” said the Jew after looking inside, “but neat and well made. A skilful worker made them, did he not, Oliver?”

“Yes, very skilful, sir,” said Oliver. Charley Bates laughed loudly, though Oliver saw nothing funny.

“And what have you got, my dear?” Fagin asked Charley.

“Handkerchiefs,” replied Bates, showing four of them.

“They are very good,” said the Jew, examining them. “But their identifying marks were not removed well. We will take them out with a needle and teach Oliver how. Shall we, Oliver?”

“If you please, sir,” said Oliver.

“You would like to make pocket handkerchiefs as easily as Charley, would you not?” asked the Jew.

En/Pt → “Very much, if you teach me, sir,” replied Oliver.

Bates found this answer so funny that he laughed again. His coffee went down the wrong way and nearly choked him.

“He is so amusingly innocent!” Charley said after recovering, to excuse his rudeness.

The Dodger brushed Oliver’s hair over his eyes and said he would understand later. Seeing Oliver turn red, the old man asked whether the morning execution had attracted a crowd. The boys had both been there, which made Oliver wonder how they had also found time to work so hard.

After breakfast, the old man and the boys played a strange game. The old man filled his pockets with a snuffbox, wallet, watch, chain, pin, handkerchief, and glasses case. He walked around like a distracted gentleman looking into shop windows and kept checking for thieves. The boys followed closely, stayed out of sight when he turned, bumped into him, and quickly stole every object. If he felt a hand, he called out the pocket, and they began again. Oliver laughed until he cried.

En/Pt → After many games, two young women named Bet and Nancy visited. Their hair, shoes, and stockings were untidy. They were not exactly pretty, but looked strong and healthy. Their open, friendly manners made Oliver think they were very nice.

The visitors stayed a long time. One complained of feeling cold inside, so strong drink appeared and the conversation became cheerful. At last Charley said it was time to go out. The Dodger, Charley, Bet, and Nancy left together with spending money from the kind old Jew.

“That is a pleasant life, is it not?” said Fagin. “They have gone out for the day.”

“Have they finished working, sir?” asked Oliver.

“Yes, unless they find more work outside, which they will not ignore,” said the Jew. “Follow their example and advice, especially the Dodger’s. He will become great and can make you great too. Is my handkerchief hanging out of my pocket?”

En/Pt → “Yes, sir,” said Oliver.

“Try to take it without my feeling it, as they did during our game.”

Oliver held the bottom of the pocket with one hand, as the Dodger had done, and gently pulled out the handkerchief with the other.

“Is it gone?” cried the Jew.

“Here it is, sir,” said Oliver, showing it.

“You are a clever boy,” said the old man, patting Oliver’s head. “I have never seen a sharper boy. Here is a shilling. Continue like this and you will become a great man. Now I will show you how to remove the marks from the handkerchiefs.”

Oliver wondered how stealing the old man’s handkerchief in a game could make him great. But the Jew was older and must know best, so Oliver quietly followed him to the table and began his new lesson.

CHAPTER X. OLIVER LEARNS MORE ABOUT HIS NEW COMPANIONS AND GAINS EXPERIENCE AT A HIGH PRICE. A SHORT BUT IMPORTANT CHAPTER

En/Pt → For many days, Oliver stayed in the Jew’s room, removing marks from the many handkerchiefs brought home. Sometimes he joined the morning game. At last, he longed for fresh air and often begged to go out to work with the two boys.

The old man’s strict morals made Oliver eager to work. When the Dodger or Charley returned empty-handed, he angrily warned against laziness and sent them to bed without supper. Once, he even knocked them down the stairs, an unusually strong moral lesson.

At last, Oliver received permission to go. There had been no handkerchiefs to work on for days, and their meals were small. Perhaps this persuaded the old man. He placed Oliver in the care of Charley and the Dodger.

Original English Text

Front Matter

2. CHAPTER I. Treats of the Place Where Oliver Twist Was Born and of the Circumstances Attending His Birth

3. CHAPTER II. Treats of Oliver Twist’s Growth, Education, and Board

4. CHAPTER III. Relates How Oliver Twist Was Very Near Getting a Place Which Would Not Have Been a Sinecure

5. CHAPTER IV. Oliver, Being Offered Another Place, Makes His First Entry Into Public Life

6. CHAPTER V. Oliver Mingles with New Associates. Going to a Funeral for the First Time, He Forms an Unfavourable Notion of His Master’s Business

7. CHAPTER VI. Oliver, Being Goaded by the Taunts of Noah, Rouses Into Action, and Rather Astonishes Him

8. CHAPTER VII. Oliver Continues Refractory

9. CHAPTER VIII. Oliver Walks to London. He Encounters on the Road a Strange Sort of Young Gentleman

10. CHAPTER IX. Containing Further Particulars Concerning the Pleasant Old Gentleman, and His Hopeful Pupils

Contents

Front Matter

Português → by Charles Dickens

Oliver Twist

OR THE PARISH BOY’S PROGRESS

by Charles Dickens

Contents

I TREATS OF THE PLACE WHERE OLIVER TWIST WAS BORN AND OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES ATTENDING HIS BIRTH II TREATS OF OLIVER TWIST’S GROWTH, EDUCATION, AND BOARD III RELATES HOW OLIVER TWIST WAS VERY NEAR GETTING A PLACE WHICH WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN A SINECURE IV OLIVER, BEING OFFERED ANOTHER PLACE, MAKES HIS FIRST ENTRY INTO PUBLIC LIFE V OLIVER MINGLES WITH NEW ASSOCIATES. GOING TO A FUNERAL FOR THE FIRST TIME, HE FORMS AN UNFAVOURABLE NOTION OF HIS MASTER’S BUSINESS VI OLIVER, BEING GOADED BY THE TAUNTS OF NOAH, ROUSES INTO ACTION, AND RATHER ASTONISHES HIM VII OLIVER CONTINUES REFRACTORY VIII OLIVER WALKS TO LONDON. HE ENCOUNTERS ON THE ROAD A STRANGE SORT OF YOUNG GENTLEMAN IX CONTAINING FURTHER PARTICULARS CONCERNING THE PLEASANT OLD GENTLEMAN, AND HIS HOPEFUL PUPILS X OLIVER BECOMES BETTER ACQUAINTED WITH THE CHARACTERS OF HIS NEW ASSOCIATES; AND PURCHASES EXPERIENCE AT A HIGH PRICE. BEING A SHORT, BUT VERY IMPORTANT CHAPTER, IN THIS HISTORY XI TREATS OF MR. FANG THE POLICE MAGISTRATE; AND FURNISHES A SLIGHT SPECIMEN OF HIS MODE OF ADMINISTERING JUSTICE XII IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. XIII SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY XIV COMPRISING FURTHER PARTICULARS OF OLIVER’S STAY AT MR. BROWNLOW’S, WITH THE REMARKABLE PREDICTION WHICH ONE MR. GRIMWIG UTTERED CONCERNING HIM, WHEN HE WENT OUT ON AN ERRAND XV SHOWING HOW VERY FOND OF OLIVER TWIST, THE MERRY OLD JEW AND MISS NANCY WERE XVI RELATES WHAT BECAME OF OLIVER TWIST, AFTER HE HAD BEEN CLAIMED BY NANCY XVII OLIVER’S DESTINY CONTINUING UNPROPITIOUS, BRINGS A GREAT MAN TO LONDON TO INJURE HIS REPUTATION XVIII HOW OLIVER PASSED HIS TIME IN THE IMPROVING SOCIETY OF HIS REPUTABLE FRIENDS XIX IN WHICH A NOTABLE PLAN IS DISCUSSED AND DETERMINED ON XX WHEREIN OLIVER IS DELIVERED OVER TO MR. WILLIAM SIKES XXI THE EXPEDITION XXII THE BURGLARY XXIII WHICH CONTAINS THE SUBSTANCE OF A PLEASANT CONVERSATION BETWEEN MR. BUMBLE AND A LADY; AND SHOWS THAT EVEN A BEADLE MAY BE SUSCEPTIBLE ON SOME POINTS XXIV TREATS ON A VERY POOR SUBJECT, BUT IS A SHORT ONE, AND MAY BE FOUND OF IMPORTANCE IN THIS HISTORY XXV WHEREIN THIS HISTORY REVERTS TO MR. FAGIN AND COMPANY XXVI IN WHICH A MYSTERIOUS CHARACTER APPEARS UPON THE SCENE; AND MANY THINGS, INSEPARABLE FROM THIS HISTORY, ARE DONE AND PERFORMED XXVII ATONES FOR THE UNPOLITENESS OF A FORMER CHAPTER; WHICH DESERTED A LADY, MOST UNCEREMONIOUSLY XXVIII LOOKS AFTER OLIVER, AND PROCEEDS WITH HIS ADVENTURES XXIX HAS AN INTRODUCTORY ACCOUNT OF THE INMATES OF THE HOUSE, TO WHICH OLIVER RESORTED XXX RELATES WHAT OLIVER’S NEW VISITORS THOUGHT OF HIM XXXI INVOLVES A CRITICAL POSITION XXXII OF THE HAPPY LIFE OLIVER BEGAN TO LEAD WITH HIS KIND FRIENDS XXXIII WHEREIN THE HAPPINESS OF OLIVER AND HIS FRIENDS, EXPERIENCES A SUDDEN CHECK XXXIV CONTAINS SOME INTRODUCTORY PARTICULARS RELATIVE TO A YOUNG GENTLEMAN WHO NOW ARRIVES UPON THE SCENE; AND A NEW ADVENTURE WHICH HAPPENED TO OLIVER XXXV CONTAINING THE UNSATISFACTORY RESULT OF OLIVER’S ADVENTURE; AND A CONVERSATION OF SOME IMPORTANCE BETWEEN HARRY MAYLIE AND ROSE XXXVI IS A VERY SHORT ONE, AND MAY APPEAR OF NO GREAT IMPORTANCE IN ITS PLACE, BUT IT SHOULD BE READ NOTWITHSTANDING, AS A SEQUEL TO THE LAST, AND A KEY TO ONE THAT WILL FOLLOW WHEN ITS TIME ARRIVES XXXVII IN WHICH THE READER MAY PERCEIVE A CONTRAST, NOT UNCOMMON IN MATRIMONIAL CASES XXXVIII CONTAINING AN ACCOUNT OF WHAT PASSED BETWEEN MR. AND MRS. BUMBLE, AND MR. MONKS, AT THEIR NOCTURNAL INTERVIEW XXXIX INTRODUCES SOME RESPECTABLE CHARACTERS WITH WHOM THE READER IS ALREADY ACQUAINTED, AND SHOWS HOW MONKS AND THE JEW LAID THEIR WORTHY HEADS TOGETHER XL A STRANGE INTERVIEW, WHICH IS A SEQUEL TO THE LAST CHAMBER XLI CONTAINING FRESH DISCOVERIES, AND SHOWING THAT SUPRISES, LIKE MISFORTUNES, SELDOM COME ALONE XLII AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE OF OLIVER’S, EXHIBITING DECIDED MARKS OF GENIUS, BECOMES A PUBLIC CHARACTER IN THE METROPOLIS XLIII WHEREIN IS SHOWN HOW THE ARTFUL DODGER GOT INTO TROUBLE XLIV THE TIME ARRIVES FOR NANCY TO REDEEM HER PLEDGE TO ROSE MAYLIE. SHE FAILS. XLV NOAH CLAYPOLE IS EMPLOYED BY FAGIN ON A SECRET MISSION XLVI THE APPOINTMENT KEPT XLVII FATAL CONSEQUENCES XLVIII THE FLIGHT OF SIKES XLIX MONKS AND MR. BROWNLOW AT LENGTH MEET. THEIR CONVERSATION, AND THE INTELLIGENCE THAT INTERRUPTS IT L THE PURSUIT AND ESCAPE LI AFFORDING AN EXPLANATION OF MORE MYSTERIES THAN ONE, AND COMPREHENDING A PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE WITH NO WORD OF SETTLEMENT OR PIN-MONEY LII FAGIN’S LAST NIGHT ALIVE LIII AND LAST

CHAPTER I. Treats of the Place Where Oliver Twist Was Born and of the Circumstances Attending His Birth

Português → Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter.

For a long time after it was ushered into this world of sorrow and trouble, by the parish surgeon, it remained a matter of considerable doubt whether the child would survive to bear any name at all; in which case it is somewhat more than probable that these memoirs would never have appeared; or, if they had, that being comprised within a couple of pages, they would have possessed the inestimable merit of being the most concise and faithful specimen of biography, extant in the literature of any age or country.

Although I am not disposed to maintain that being born in a workhouse, is in itself the most fortunate and enviable circumstance that can possibly befall a human being, I do mean to say that in this particular instance, it was the best thing for Oliver Twist that could by possibility have occurred. The fact is, that there was considerable difficulty in inducing Oliver to take upon himself the office of respiration, - a troublesome practice, but one which custom has rendered necessary to our easy existence; and for some time he lay gasping on a little flock mattress, rather unequally poised between this world and the next: the balance being decidedly in favour of the latter. Now, if, during this brief period, Oliver had been surrounded by careful grandmothers, anxious aunts, experienced nurses, and doctors of profound wisdom, he would most inevitably and indubitably have been killed in no time. There being nobody by, however, but a pauper old woman, who was rendered rather misty by an unwonted allowance of beer; and a parish surgeon who did such matters by contract; Oliver and Nature fought out the point between them. The result was, that, after a few struggles, Oliver breathed, sneezed, and proceeded to advertise to the inmates of the workhouse the fact of a new burden having been imposed upon the parish, by setting up as loud a cry as could reasonably have been expected from a male infant who had not been possessed of that very useful appendage, a voice, for a much longer space of time than three minutes and a quarter.

Português → As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, “Let me see the child, and die.”

The surgeon had been sitting with his face turned towards the fire: giving the palms of his hands a warm and a rub alternately. As the young woman spoke, he rose, and advancing to the bed’s head, said, with more kindness than might have been expected of him:

“Oh, you must not talk about dying yet.”

“Lor bless her dear heart, no!” interposed the nurse, hastily depositing in her pocket a green glass bottle, the contents of which she had been tasting in a corner with evident satisfaction.

“Lor bless her dear heart, when she has lived as long as I have, sir, and had thirteen children of her own, and all on ’em dead except two, and them in the wurkus with me, she’ll know better than to take on in that way, bless her dear heart! Think what it is to be a mother, there’s a dear young lamb, do.”

Apparently this consolatory perspective of a mother’s prospects failed in producing its due effect. The patient shook her head, and stretched out her hand towards the child.

Português → The surgeon deposited it in her arms. She imprinted her cold white lips passionately on its forehead; passed her hands over her face; gazed wildly round; shuddered; fell back - and died. They chafed her breast, hands, and temples; but the blood had stopped forever. They talked of hope and comfort. They had been strangers too long.

“It’s all over, Mrs. Thingummy!” said the surgeon at last.

“Ah, poor dear, so it is!” said the nurse, picking up the cork of the green bottle, which had fallen out on the pillow, as she stooped to take up the child. “Poor dear!”

“You needn’t mind sending up to me, if the child cries, nurse,” said the surgeon, putting on his gloves with great deliberation. “It’s very likely it _will_ be troublesome. Give it a little gruel if it is.” He put on his hat, and, pausing by the bed-side on his way to the door, added, “She was a good-looking girl, too; where did she come from?”

“She was brought here last night,” replied the old woman, “by the overseer’s order. She was found lying in the street. She had walked some distance, for her shoes were worn to pieces; but where she came from, or where she was going to, nobody knows.”

Português → The surgeon leaned over the body, and raised the left hand. “The old story,” he said, shaking his head: “no wedding-ring, I see. Ah! Good-night!”

The medical gentleman walked away to dinner; and the nurse, having once more applied herself to the green bottle, sat down on a low chair before the fire, and proceeded to dress the infant.

What an excellent example of the power of dress, young Oliver Twist was! Wrapped in the blanket which had hitherto formed his only covering, he might have been the child of a nobleman or a beggar; it would have been hard for the haughtiest stranger to have assigned him his proper station in society. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none.

Oliver cried lustily. If he could have known that he was an orphan, left to the tender mercies of churchwardens and overseers, perhaps he would have cried the louder.

CHAPTER II. Treats of Oliver Twist’s Growth, Education, and Board

Português → For the next eight or ten months, Oliver was the victim of a systematic course of treachery and deception. He was brought up by hand. The hungry and destitute situation of the infant orphan was duly reported by the workhouse authorities to the parish authorities. The parish authorities inquired with dignity of the workhouse authorities, whether there was no female then domiciled in “the house” who was in a situation to impart to Oliver Twist, the consolation and nourishment of which he stood in need. The workhouse authorities replied with humility, that there was not. Upon this, the parish authorities magnanimously and humanely resolved, that Oliver should be “farmed,” or, in other words, that he should be dispatched to a branch-workhouse some three miles off, where twenty or thirty other juvenile offenders against the poor-laws, rolled about the floor all day, without the inconvenience of too much food or too much clothing, under the parental superintendence of an elderly female, who received the culprits at and for the consideration of sevenpence-halfpenny per small head per week. Sevenpence-halfpenny’s worth per week is a good round diet for a child; a great deal may be got for sevenpence-halfpenny, quite enough to overload its stomach, and make it uncomfortable. The elderly female was a woman of wisdom and experience; she knew what was good for children; and she had a very accurate perception of what was good for herself. So, she appropriated the greater part of the weekly stipend to her own use, and consigned the rising parochial generation to even a shorter allowance than was originally provided for them. Thereby finding in the lowest depth a deeper still; and proving herself a very great experimental philosopher.

Everybody knows the story of another experimental philosopher who had a great theory about a horse being able to live without eating, and who demonstrated it so well, that he had got his own horse down to a straw a day, and would unquestionably have rendered him a very spirited and rampacious animal on nothing at all, if he had not died, four-and-twenty hours before he was to have had his first comfortable bait of air. Unfortunately for the experimental philosophy of the female to whose protecting care Oliver Twist was delivered over, a similar result usually attended the operation of _her_ system; for at the very moment when the child had contrived to exist upon the smallest possible portion of the weakest possible food, it did perversely happen in eight and a half cases out of ten, either that it sickened from want and cold, or fell into the fire from neglect, or got half-smothered by accident; in any one of which cases, the miserable little being was usually summoned into another world, and there gathered to the fathers it had never known in this.

Português → Occasionally, when there was some more than usually interesting inquest upon a parish child who had been overlooked in turning up a bedstead, or inadvertently scalded to death when there happened to be a washing - though the latter accident was very scarce, anything approaching to a washing being of rare occurrence in the farm - the jury would take it into their heads to ask troublesome questions, or the parishioners would rebelliously affix their signatures to a remonstrance. But these impertinences were speedily checked by the evidence of the surgeon, and the testimony of the beadle; the former of whom had always opened the body and found nothing inside (which was very probable indeed), and the latter of whom invariably swore whatever the parish wanted; which was very self-devotional. Besides, the board made periodical pilgrimages to the farm, and always sent the beadle the day before, to say they were going. The children were neat and clean to behold, when _they_ went; and what more would the people have!

It cannot be expected that this system of farming would produce any very extraordinary or luxuriant crop. Oliver Twist’s ninth birthday found him a pale thin child, somewhat diminutive in stature, and decidedly small in circumference. But nature or inheritance had implanted a good sturdy spirit in Oliver’s breast. It had had plenty of room to expand, thanks to the spare diet of the establishment; and perhaps to this circumstance may be attributed his having any ninth birth-day at all. Be this as it may, however, it _was_ his ninth birthday; and he was keeping it in the coal-cellar with a select party of two other young gentleman, who, after participating with him in a sound thrashing, had been locked up for atrociously presuming to be hungry, when Mrs. Mann, the good lady of the house, was unexpectedly startled by the apparition of Mr. Bumble, the beadle, striving to undo the wicket of the garden-gate.

Português → “Goodness gracious! Is that you, Mr. Bumble, sir?” said Mrs. Mann, thrusting her head out of the window in well-affected ecstasies of joy. “(Susan, take Oliver and them two brats upstairs, and wash ’em directly.) - My heart alive! Mr. Bumble, how glad I am to see you, sure-ly!”

Now, Mr. Bumble was a fat man, and a choleric; so, instead of responding to this open-hearted salutation in a kindred spirit, he gave the little wicket a tremendous shake, and then bestowed upon it a kick which could have emanated from no leg but a beadle’s.

“Lor, only think,” said Mrs. Mann, running out, - for the three boys had been removed by this time, - “only think of that! That I should have forgotten that the gate was bolted on the inside, on account of them dear children! Walk in sir; walk in, pray, Mr. Bumble, do, sir.”

Although this invitation was accompanied with a curtsey that might have softened the heart of a churchwarden, it by no means mollified the beadle.

“Do you think this respectful or proper conduct, Mrs. Mann,” inquired Mr. Bumble, grasping his cane, “to keep the parish officers a waiting at your garden-gate, when they come here upon porochial business with the porochial orphans? Are you aweer, Mrs. Mann, that you are, as I may say, a porochial delegate, and a stipendiary?”

Português → “I’m sure Mr. Bumble, that I was only a telling one or two of the dear children as is so fond of you, that it was you a coming,” replied Mrs. Mann with great humility.

Mr. Bumble had a great idea of his oratorical powers and his importance. He had displayed the one, and vindicated the other. He relaxed.

“Well, well, Mrs. Mann,” he replied in a calmer tone; “it may be as you say; it may be. Lead the way in, Mrs. Mann, for I come on business, and have something to say.”

Mrs. Mann ushered the beadle into a small parlour with a brick floor; placed a seat for him; and officiously deposited his cocked hat and cane on the table before him. Mr. Bumble wiped from his forehead the perspiration which his walk had engendered, glanced complacently at the cocked hat, and smiled. Yes, he smiled. Beadles are but men: and Mr. Bumble smiled.

“Now don’t you be offended at what I’m a going to say,” observed Mrs. Mann, with captivating sweetness. “You’ve had a long walk, you know, or I wouldn’t mention it. Now, will you take a little drop of somethink, Mr. Bumble?”

“Not a drop. Nor a drop,” said Mr. Bumble, waving his right hand in a dignified, but placid manner.

Português → “I think you will,” said Mrs. Mann, who had noticed the tone of the refusal, and the gesture that had accompanied it. “Just a leetle drop, with a little cold water, and a lump of sugar.”

Mr. Bumble coughed.

“Now, just a leetle drop,” said Mrs. Mann persuasively.

“What is it?” inquired the beadle.

“Why, it’s what I’m obliged to keep a little of in the house, to put into the blessed infants’ Daffy, when they ain’t well, Mr. Bumble,” replied Mrs. Mann as she opened a corner cupboard, and took down a bottle and glass. “It’s gin. I’ll not deceive you, Mr. B. It’s gin.”

“Do you give the children Daffy, Mrs. Mann?” inquired Bumble, following with his eyes the interesting process of mixing.

“Ah, bless ’em, that I do, dear as it is,” replied the nurse. “I couldn’t see ’em suffer before my very eyes, you know sir.”

“No”; said Mr. Bumble approvingly; “no, you could not. You are a humane woman, Mrs. Mann.” (Here she set down the glass.) “I shall take a early opportunity of mentioning it to the board, Mrs. Mann.” (He drew it towards him.) “You feel as a mother, Mrs. Mann.” (He stirred the gin-and-water.) “I - I drink your health with cheerfulness, Mrs. Mann”; and he swallowed half of it.

Português → “And now about business,” said the beadle, taking out a leathern pocket-book. “The child that was half-baptized Oliver Twist, is nine year old today.”

“Bless him!” interposed Mrs. Mann, inflaming her left eye with the corner of her apron.

“And notwithstanding a offered reward of ten pound, which was afterwards increased to twenty pound. Notwithstanding the most superlative, and, I may say, supernat’ral exertions on the part of this parish,” said Bumble, “we have never been able to discover who is his father, or what was his mother’s settlement, name, or condition.”

Mrs. Mann raised her hands in astonishment; but added, after a moment’s reflection, “How comes he to have any name at all, then?”

The beadle drew himself up with great pride, and said, “I inwented it.”

“You, Mr. Bumble!”

“I, Mrs. Mann. We name our fondlings in alphabetical order. The last was a S, - Swubble, I named him. This was a T, - Twist, I named _him_. The next one comes will be Unwin, and the next Vilkins. I have got names ready made to the end of the alphabet, and all the way through it again, when we come to Z.”

Português → “Why, you’re quite a literary character, sir!” said Mrs. Mann.

“Well, well,” said the beadle, evidently gratified with the compliment; “perhaps I may be. Perhaps I may be, Mrs. Mann.” He finished the gin-and-water, and added, “Oliver being now too old to remain here, the board have determined to have him back into the house. I have come out myself to take him there. So let me see him at once.”

“I’ll fetch him directly,” said Mrs. Mann, leaving the room for that purpose. Oliver, having had by this time as much of the outer coat of dirt which encrusted his face and hands, removed, as could be scrubbed off in one washing, was led into the room by his benevolent protectress.

“Make a bow to the gentleman, Oliver,” said Mrs. Mann.

Oliver made a bow, which was divided between the beadle on the chair, and the cocked hat on the table.

“Will you go along with me, Oliver?” said Mr. Bumble, in a majestic voice.

Oliver was about to say that he would go along with anybody with great readiness, when, glancing upward, he caught sight of Mrs. Mann, who had got behind the beadle’s chair, and was shaking her fist at him with a furious countenance. He took the hint at once, for the fist had been too often impressed upon his body not to be deeply impressed upon his recollection.

Português → “Will _she_ go with me?” inquired poor Oliver.

“No, she can’t,” replied Mr. Bumble. “But she’ll come and see you sometimes.”

This was no very great consolation to the child. Young as he was, however, he had sense enough to make a feint of feeling great regret at going away. It was no very difficult matter for the boy to call tears into his eyes. Hunger and recent ill-usage are great assistants if you want to cry; and Oliver cried very naturally indeed. Mrs. Mann gave him a thousand embraces, and what Oliver wanted a great deal more, a piece of bread and butter, lest he should seem too hungry when he got to the workhouse. With the slice of bread in his hand, and the little brown-cloth parish cap on his head, Oliver was then led away by Mr. Bumble from the wretched home where one kind word or look had never lighted the gloom of his infant years. And yet he burst into an agony of childish grief, as the cottage-gate closed after him. Wretched as were the little companions in misery he was leaving behind, they were the only friends he had ever known; and a sense of his loneliness in the great wide world, sank into the child’s heart for the first time.

Mr. Bumble walked on with long strides; little Oliver, firmly grasping his gold-laced cuff, trotted beside him, inquiring at the end of every quarter of a mile whether they were “nearly there.” To these interrogations Mr. Bumble returned very brief and snappish replies; for the temporary blandness which gin-and-water awakens in some bosoms had by this time evaporated; and he was once again a beadle.

Português → Oliver had not been within the walls of the workhouse a quarter of an hour, and had scarcely completed the demolition of a second slice of bread, when Mr. Bumble, who had handed him over to the care of an old woman, returned; and, telling him it was a board night, informed him that the board had said he was to appear before it forthwith.

Not having a very clearly defined notion of what a live board was, Oliver was rather astounded by this intelligence, and was not quite certain whether he ought to laugh or cry. He had no time to think about the matter, however; for Mr. Bumble gave him a tap on the head, with his cane, to wake him up: and another on the back to make him lively: and bidding him to follow, conducted him into a large whitewashed room, where eight or ten fat gentlemen were sitting round a table. At the top of the table, seated in an arm-chair rather higher than the rest, was a particularly fat gentleman with a very round, red face.

“Bow to the board,” said Bumble. Oliver brushed away two or three tears that were lingering in his eyes; and seeing no board but the table, fortunately bowed to that.

“What’s your name, boy?” said the gentleman in the high chair.

Português → Oliver was frightened at the sight of so many gentlemen, which made him tremble: and the beadle gave him another tap behind, which made him cry. These two causes made him answer in a very low and hesitating voice; whereupon a gentleman in a white waistcoat said he was a fool. Which was a capital way of raising his spirits, and putting him quite at his ease.

“Boy,” said the gentleman in the high chair, “listen to me. You know you’re an orphan, I suppose?”

“What’s that, sir?” inquired poor Oliver.

“The boy _is_ a fool - I thought he was,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat.

“Hush!” said the gentleman who had spoken first. “You know you’ve got no father or mother, and that you were brought up by the parish, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” replied Oliver, weeping bitterly.

“What are you crying for?” inquired the gentleman in the white waistcoat. And to be sure it was very extraordinary. What _could_ the boy be crying for?

“I hope you say your prayers every night,” said another gentleman in a gruff voice; “and pray for the people who feed you, and take care of you - like a Christian.”

Português → “Yes, sir,” stammered the boy. The gentleman who spoke last was unconsciously right. It would have been _very_ like a Christian, and a marvellously good Christian too, if Oliver had prayed for the people who fed and took care of _him_. But he hadn’t, because nobody had taught him.

“Well! You have come here to be educated, and taught a useful trade,” said the red-faced gentleman in the high chair.

“So you’ll begin to pick oakum tomorrow morning at six o’clock,” added the surly one in the white waistcoat.

For the combination of both these blessings in the one simple process of picking oakum, Oliver bowed low by the direction of the beadle, and was then hurried away to a large ward; where, on a rough, hard bed, he sobbed himself to sleep. What a novel illustration of the tender laws of England! They let the paupers go to sleep!

Poor Oliver! He little thought, as he lay sleeping in happy unconsciousness of all around him, that the board had that very day arrived at a decision which would exercise the most material influence over all his future fortunes. But they had. And this was it:

Português → The members of this board were very sage, deep, philosophical men; and when they came to turn their attention to the workhouse, they found out at once, what ordinary folks would never have discovered - the poor people liked it! It was a regular place of public entertainment for the poorer classes; a tavern where there was nothing to pay; a public breakfast, dinner, tea, and supper all the year round; a brick and mortar elysium, where it was all play and no work. “Oho!” said the board, looking very knowing; “we are the fellows to set this to rights; we’ll stop it all, in no time.” So, they established the rule, that all poor people should have the alternative (for they would compel nobody, not they), of being starved by a gradual process in the house, or by a quick one out of it. With this view, they contracted with the water-works to lay on an unlimited supply of water; and with a corn-factory to supply periodically small quantities of oatmeal; and issued three meals of thin gruel a day, with an onion twice a week, and half a roll of Sundays. They made a great many other wise and humane regulations, having reference to the ladies, which it is not necessary to repeat; kindly undertook to divorce poor married people, in consequence of the great expense of a suit in Doctors’ Commons; and, instead of compelling a man to support his family, as they had theretofore done, took his family away from him, and made him a bachelor! There is no saying how many applicants for relief, under these last two heads, might have started up in all classes of society, if it had not been coupled with the workhouse; but the board were long-headed men, and had provided for this difficulty. The relief was inseparable from the workhouse and the gruel; and that frightened people.

For the first six months after Oliver Twist was removed, the system was in full operation. It was rather expensive at first, in consequence of the increase in the undertaker’s bill, and the necessity of taking in the clothes of all the paupers, which fluttered loosely on their wasted, shrunken forms, after a week or two’s gruel. But the number of workhouse inmates got thin as well as the paupers; and the board were in ecstasies.

Português → The room in which the boys were fed, was a large stone hall, with a copper at one end: out of which the master, dressed in an apron for the purpose, and assisted by one or two women, ladled the gruel at mealtimes. Of this festive composition each boy had one porringer, and no more - except on occasions of great public rejoicing, when he had two ounces and a quarter of bread besides. The bowls never wanted washing. The boys polished them with their spoons till they shone again; and when they had performed this operation (which never took very long, the spoons being nearly as large as the bowls), they would sit staring at the copper, with such eager eyes, as if they could have devoured the very bricks of which it was composed; employing themselves, meanwhile, in sucking their fingers most assiduously, with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon. Boys have generally excellent appetites. Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation for three months: at last they got so voracious and wild with hunger, that one boy, who was tall for his age, and hadn’t been used to that sort of thing (for his father had kept a small cook-shop), hinted darkly to his companions, that unless he had another basin of gruel _per diem_, he was afraid he might some night happen to eat the boy who slept next him, who happened to be a weakly youth of tender age. He had a wild, hungry eye; and they implicitly believed him. A council was held; lots were cast who should walk up to the master after supper that evening, and ask for more; and it fell to Oliver Twist.

The evening arrived; the boys took their places. The master, in his cook’s uniform, stationed himself at the copper; his pauper assistants ranged themselves behind him; the gruel was served out; and a long grace was said over the short commons. The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbors nudged him. Child as he was, he was desperate with hunger, and reckless with misery. He rose from the table; and advancing to the master, basin and spoon in hand, said: somewhat alarmed at his own temerity:

Português → “Please, sir, I want some more.”

The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to the copper. The assistants were paralysed with wonder; the boys with fear.

“What!” said the master at length, in a faint voice.

“Please, sir,” replied Oliver, “I want some more.”

The master aimed a blow at Oliver’s head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arm; and shrieked aloud for the beadle.

The board were sitting in solemn conclave, when Mr. Bumble rushed into the room in great excitement, and addressing the gentleman in the high chair, said,

“Mr. Limbkins, I beg your pardon, sir! Oliver Twist has asked for more!”

There was a general start. Horror was depicted on every countenance.

“For _more_!” said Mr. Limbkins. “Compose yourself, Bumble, and answer me distinctly. Do I understand that he asked for more, after he had eaten the supper allotted by the dietary?”

Português → “He did, sir,” replied Bumble.

“That boy will be hung,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. “I know that boy will be hung.”

Nobody controverted the prophetic gentleman’s opinion. An animated discussion took place. Oliver was ordered into instant confinement; and a bill was next morning pasted on the outside of the gate, offering a reward of five pounds to anybody who would take Oliver Twist off the hands of the parish. In other words, five pounds and Oliver Twist were offered to any man or woman who wanted an apprentice to any trade, business, or calling.

“I never was more convinced of anything in my life,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat, as he knocked at the gate and read the bill next morning: “I never was more convinced of anything in my life, than I am that that boy will come to be hung.”

As I purpose to show in the sequel whether the white waistcoated gentleman was right or not, I should perhaps mar the interest of this narrative (supposing it to possess any at all), if I ventured to hint just yet, whether the life of Oliver Twist had this violent termination or no.

CHAPTER III. Relates How Oliver Twist Was Very Near Getting a Place Which Would Not Have Been a Sinecure

Português → For a week after the commission of the impious and profane offence of asking for more, Oliver remained a close prisoner in the dark and solitary room to which he had been consigned by the wisdom and mercy of the board. It appears, at first sight not unreasonable to suppose, that, if he had entertained a becoming feeling of respect for the prediction of the gentleman in the white waistcoat, he would have established that sage individual’s prophetic character, once and for ever, by tying one end of his pocket-handkerchief to a hook in the wall, and attaching himself to the other. To the performance of this feat, however, there was one obstacle: namely, that pocket-handkerchiefs being decided articles of luxury, had been, for all future times and ages, removed from the noses of paupers by the express order of the board, in council assembled: solemnly given and pronounced under their hands and seals. There was a still greater obstacle in Oliver’s youth and childishness. He only cried bitterly all day; and, when the long, dismal night came on, spread his little hands before his eyes to shut out the darkness, and crouching in the corner, tried to sleep: ever and anon waking with a start and tremble, and drawing himself closer and closer to the wall, as if to feel even its cold hard surface were a protection in the gloom and loneliness which surrounded him.

Let it not be supposed by the enemies of “the system,” that, during the period of his solitary incarceration, Oliver was denied the benefit of exercise, the pleasure of society, or the advantages of religious consolation. As for exercise, it was nice cold weather, and he was allowed to perform his ablutions every morning under the pump, in a stone yard, in the presence of Mr. Bumble, who prevented his catching cold, and caused a tingling sensation to pervade his frame, by repeated applications of the cane. As for society, he was carried every other day into the hall where the boys dined, and there sociably flogged as a public warning and example. And so far from being denied the advantages of religious consolation, he was kicked into the same apartment every evening at prayer-time, and there permitted to listen to, and console his mind with, a general supplication of the boys, containing a special clause, therein inserted by authority of the board, in which they entreated to be made good, virtuous, contented, and obedient, and to be guarded from the sins and vices of Oliver Twist: whom the supplication distinctly set forth to be under the exclusive patronage and protection of the powers of wickedness, and an article direct from the manufactory of the very Devil himself.

Português → It chanced one morning, while Oliver’s affairs were in this auspicious and comfortable state, that Mr. Gamfield, chimney-sweep, went his way down the High Street, deeply cogitating in his mind his ways and means of paying certain arrears of rent, for which his landlord had become rather pressing. Mr. Gamfield’s most sanguine estimate of his finances could not raise them within full five pounds of the desired amount; and, in a species of arithmetical desperation, he was alternately cudgelling his brains and his donkey, when passing the workhouse, his eyes encountered the bill on the gate.

“Wo - o!” said Mr. Gamfield to the donkey.

The donkey was in a state of profound abstraction: wondering, probably, whether he was destined to be regaled with a cabbage-stalk or two when he had disposed of the two sacks of soot with which the little cart was laden; so, without noticing the word of command, he jogged onward.

Mr. Gamfield growled a fierce imprecation on the donkey generally, but more particularly on his eyes; and, running after him, bestowed a blow on his head, which would inevitably have beaten in any skull but a donkey’s. Then, catching hold of the bridle, he gave his jaw a sharp wrench, by way of gentle reminder that he was not his own master; and by these means turned him round. He then gave him another blow on the head, just to stun him till he came back again. Having completed these arrangements, he walked up to the gate, to read the bill.

Português → The gentleman with the white waistcoat was standing at the gate with his hands behind him, after having delivered himself of some profound sentiments in the board-room. Having witnessed the little dispute between Mr. Gamfield and the donkey, he smiled joyously when that person came up to read the bill, for he saw at once that Mr. Gamfield was exactly the sort of master Oliver Twist wanted. Mr. Gamfield smiled, too, as he perused the document; for five pounds was just the sum he had been wishing for; and, as to the boy with which it was encumbered, Mr. Gamfield, knowing what the dietary of the workhouse was, well knew he would be a nice small pattern, just the very thing for register stoves. So, he spelt the bill through again, from beginning to end; and then, touching his fur cap in token of humility, accosted the gentleman in the white waistcoat.

“This here boy, sir, wot the parish wants to ’prentis,” said Mr. Gamfield.

“Ay, my man,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat, with a condescending smile. “What of him?”

“If the parish vould like him to learn a right pleasant trade, in a good ’spectable chimbley-sweepin’ bisness,” said Mr. Gamfield, “I wants a ’prentis, and I am ready to take him.”

“Walk in,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. Mr. Gamfield having lingered behind, to give the donkey another blow on the head, and another wrench of the jaw, as a caution not to run away in his absence, followed the gentleman with the white waistcoat into the room where Oliver had first seen him.

Português → “It’s a nasty trade,” said Mr. Limbkins, when Gamfield had again stated his wish.

“Young boys have been smothered in chimneys before now,” said another gentleman.

“That’s acause they damped the straw afore they lit it in the chimbley to make ’em come down again,” said Gamfield; “that’s all smoke, and no blaze; vereas smoke ain’t o’ no use at all in making a boy come down, for it only sinds him to sleep, and that’s wot he likes. Boys is wery obstinit, and wery lazy, Gen’l’men, and there’s nothink like a good hot blaze to make ’em come down vith a run. It’s humane too, gen’l’men, acause, even if they’ve stuck in the chimbley, roasting their feet makes ’em struggle to hextricate theirselves.”

The gentleman in the white waistcoat appeared very much amused by this explanation; but his mirth was speedily checked by a look from Mr. Limbkins. The board then proceeded to converse among themselves for a few minutes, but in so low a tone, that the words “saving of expenditure,” “looked well in the accounts,” “have a printed report published,” were alone audible. These only chanced to be heard, indeed, on account of their being very frequently repeated with great emphasis.

At length the whispering ceased; and the members of the board, having resumed their seats and their solemnity, Mr. Limbkins said:

“We have considered your proposition, and we don’t approve of it.”

Português → “Not at all,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat.

“Decidedly not,” added the other members.

As Mr. Gamfield did happen to labour under the slight imputation of having bruised three or four boys to death already, it occurred to him that the board had, perhaps, in some unaccountable freak, taken it into their heads that this extraneous circumstance ought to influence their proceedings. It was very unlike their general mode of doing business, if they had; but still, as he had no particular wish to revive the rumour, he twisted his cap in his hands, and walked slowly from the table.

“So you won’t let me have him, gen’l’men?” said Mr. Gamfield, pausing near the door.

“No,” replied Mr. Limbkins; “at least, as it’s a nasty business, we think you ought to take something less than the premium we offered.”

Mr. Gamfield’s countenance brightened, as, with a quick step, he returned to the table, and said,

“What’ll you give, gen’l’men? Come! Don’t be too hard on a poor man. What’ll you give?”

“I should say, three pound ten was plenty,” said Mr. Limbkins.

“Ten shillings too much,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat.

Português → “Come!” said Gamfield; “say four pound, gen’l’men. Say four pound, and you’ve got rid of him for good and all. There!”

“Three pound ten,” repeated Mr. Limbkins, firmly.

“Come! I’ll split the diff’erence, gen’l’men,” urged Gamfield. “Three pound fifteen.”

“Not a farthing more,” was the firm reply of Mr. Limbkins.

“You’re desperate hard upon me, gen’l’men,” said Gamfield, wavering.

“Pooh! pooh! nonsense!” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. “He’d be cheap with nothing at all, as a premium. Take him, you silly fellow! He’s just the boy for you. He wants the stick, now and then: it’ll do him good; and his board needn’t come very expensive, for he hasn’t been overfed since he was born. Ha! ha! ha!”

Mr. Gamfield gave an arch look at the faces round the table, and, observing a smile on all of them, gradually broke into a smile himself. The bargain was made. Mr. Bumble, was at once instructed that Oliver Twist and his indentures were to be conveyed before the magistrate, for signature and approval, that very afternoon.

Português → In pursuance of this determination, little Oliver, to his excessive astonishment, was released from bondage, and ordered to put himself into a clean shirt. He had hardly achieved this very unusual gymnastic performance, when Mr. Bumble brought him, with his own hands, a basin of gruel, and the holiday allowance of two ounces and a quarter of bread. At this tremendous sight, Oliver began to cry very piteously: thinking, not unnaturally, that the board must have determined to kill him for some useful purpose, or they never would have begun to fatten him up in that way.

“Don’t make your eyes red, Oliver, but eat your food and be thankful,” said Mr. Bumble, in a tone of impressive pomposity. “You’re a going to be made a ’prentice of, Oliver.”

“A prentice, sir!” said the child, trembling.

“Yes, Oliver,” said Mr. Bumble. “The kind and blessed gentleman which is so many parents to you, Oliver, when you have none of your own: are a going to “prentice” you: and to set you up in life, and make a man of you: although the expense to the parish is three pound ten! - three pound ten, Oliver! - seventy shillins - one hundred and forty sixpences! - and all for a naughty orphan which nobody can’t love.”

As Mr. Bumble paused to take breath, after delivering this address in an awful voice, the tears rolled down the poor child’s face, and he sobbed bitterly.

Português → “Come,” said Mr. Bumble, somewhat less pompously, for it was gratifying to his feelings to observe the effect his eloquence had produced; “Come, Oliver! Wipe your eyes with the cuffs of your jacket, and don’t cry into your gruel; that’s a very foolish action, Oliver.” It certainly was, for there was quite enough water in it already.

On their way to the magistrate, Mr. Bumble instructed Oliver that all he would have to do, would be to look very happy, and say, when the gentleman asked him if he wanted to be apprenticed, that he should like it very much indeed; both of which injunctions Oliver promised to obey: the rather as Mr. Bumble threw in a gentle hint, that if he failed in either particular, there was no telling what would be done to him. When they arrived at the office, he was shut up in a little room by himself, and admonished by Mr. Bumble to stay there, until he came back to fetch him.

There the boy remained, with a palpitating heart, for half an hour. At the expiration of which time Mr. Bumble thrust in his head, unadorned with the cocked hat, and said aloud:

“Now, Oliver, my dear, come to the gentleman.” As Mr. Bumble said this, he put on a grim and threatening look, and added, in a low voice, “Mind what I told you, you young rascal!”

Português → Oliver stared innocently in Mr. Bumble’s face at this somewhat contradictory style of address; but that gentleman prevented his offering any remark thereupon, by leading him at once into an adjoining room: the door of which was open. It was a large room, with a great window. Behind a desk, sat two old gentleman with powdered heads: one of whom was reading the newspaper; while the other was perusing, with the aid of a pair of tortoise-shell spectacles, a small piece of parchment which lay before him. Mr. Limbkins was standing in front of the desk on one side; and Mr. Gamfield, with a partially washed face, on the other; while two or three bluff-looking men, in top-boots, were lounging about.

The old gentleman with the spectacles gradually dozed off, over the little bit of parchment; and there was a short pause, after Oliver had been stationed by Mr. Bumble in front of the desk.

“This is the boy, your worship,” said Mr. Bumble.

The old gentleman who was reading the newspaper raised his head for a moment, and pulled the other old gentleman by the sleeve; whereupon, the last-mentioned old gentleman woke up.

“Oh, is this the boy?” said the old gentleman.

“This is him, sir,” replied Mr. Bumble. “Bow to the magistrate, my dear.”

Oliver roused himself, and made his best obeisance. He had been wondering, with his eyes fixed on the magistrates’ powder, whether all boards were born with that white stuff on their heads, and were boards from thenceforth on that account.

Português → “Well,” said the old gentleman, “I suppose he’s fond of chimney-sweeping?”

“He doats on it, your worship,” replied Bumble; giving Oliver a sly pinch, to intimate that he had better not say he didn’t.

“And he _will_ be a sweep, will he?” inquired the old gentleman.

“If we was to bind him to any other trade tomorrow, he’d run away simultaneous, your worship,” replied Bumble.

“And this man that’s to be his master - you, sir - you’ll treat him well, and feed him, and do all that sort of thing, will you?” said the old gentleman.

“When I says I will, I means I will,” replied Mr. Gamfield doggedly.

“You’re a rough speaker, my friend, but you look an honest, open-hearted man,” said the old gentleman: turning his spectacles in the direction of the candidate for Oliver’s premium, whose villainous countenance was a regular stamped receipt for cruelty. But the magistrate was half blind and half childish, so he couldn’t reasonably be expected to discern what other people did.

“I hope I am, sir,” said Mr. Gamfield, with an ugly leer.

“I have no doubt you are, my friend,” replied the old gentleman: fixing his spectacles more firmly on his nose, and looking about him for the inkstand.

Português → It was the critical moment of Oliver’s fate. If the inkstand had been where the old gentleman thought it was, he would have dipped his pen into it, and signed the indentures, and Oliver would have been straightway hurried off. But, as it chanced to be immediately under his nose, it followed, as a matter of course, that he looked all over his desk for it, without finding it; and happening in the course of his search to look straight before him, his gaze encountered the pale and terrified face of Oliver Twist: who, despite all the admonitory looks and pinches of Bumble, was regarding the repulsive countenance of his future master, with a mingled expression of horror and fear, too palpable to be mistaken, even by a half-blind magistrate.

The old gentleman stopped, laid down his pen, and looked from Oliver to Mr. Limbkins; who attempted to take snuff with a cheerful and unconcerned aspect.

“My boy!” said the old gentleman, “you look pale and alarmed. What is the matter?”

“Stand a little away from him, Beadle,” said the other magistrate: laying aside the paper, and leaning forward with an expression of interest. “Now, boy, tell us what’s the matter: don’t be afraid.”

Português → Oliver fell on his knees, and clasping his hands together, prayed that they would order him back to the dark room - that they would starve him - beat him - kill him if they pleased - rather than send him away with that dreadful man.

“Well!” said Mr. Bumble, raising his hands and eyes with most impressive solemnity. “Well! of all the artful and designing orphans that ever I see, Oliver, you are one of the most bare-facedest.”

“Hold your tongue, Beadle,” said the second old gentleman, when Mr. Bumble had given vent to this compound adjective.

“I beg your worship’s pardon,” said Mr. Bumble, incredulous of having heard aright. “Did your worship speak to me?”

“Yes. Hold your tongue.”

Mr. Bumble was stupefied with astonishment. A beadle ordered to hold his tongue! A moral revolution!

The old gentleman in the tortoise-shell spectacles looked at his companion, he nodded significantly.

“We refuse to sanction these indentures,” said the old gentleman: tossing aside the piece of parchment as he spoke.

Português → “I hope,” stammered Mr. Limbkins: “I hope the magistrates will not form the opinion that the authorities have been guilty of any improper conduct, on the unsupported testimony of a child.”

“The magistrates are not called upon to pronounce any opinion on the matter,” said the second old gentleman sharply. “Take the boy back to the workhouse, and treat him kindly. He seems to want it.”

That same evening, the gentleman in the white waistcoat most positively and decidedly affirmed, not only that Oliver would be hung, but that he would be drawn and quartered into the bargain. Mr. Bumble shook his head with gloomy mystery, and said he wished he might come to good; whereunto Mr. Gamfield replied, that he wished he might come to him; which, although he agreed with the beadle in most matters, would seem to be a wish of a totally opposite description.

The next morning, the public were once informed that Oliver Twist was again to let, and that five pounds would be paid to anybody who would take possession of him.

CHAPTER IV. Oliver, Being Offered Another Place, Makes His First Entry Into Public Life

Português → In great families, when an advantageous place cannot be obtained, either in possession, reversion, remainder, or expectancy, for the young man who is growing up, it is a very general custom to send him to sea. The board, in imitation of so wise and salutary an example, took counsel together on the expediency of shipping off Oliver Twist, in some small trading vessel bound to a good unhealthy port. This suggested itself as the very best thing that could possibly be done with him: the probability being, that the skipper would flog him to death, in a playful mood, some day after dinner, or would knock his brains out with an iron bar; both pastimes being, as is pretty generally known, very favourite and common recreations among gentleman of that class. The more the case presented itself to the board, in this point of view, the more manifold the advantages of the step appeared; so, they came to the conclusion that the only way of providing for Oliver effectually, was to send him to sea without delay.

Mr. Bumble had been despatched to make various preliminary inquiries, with the view of finding out some captain or other who wanted a cabin-boy without any friends; and was returning to the workhouse to communicate the result of his mission; when he encountered at the gate, no less a person than Mr. Sowerberry, the parochial undertaker.

Mr. Sowerberry was a tall gaunt, large-jointed man, attired in a suit of threadbare black, with darned cotton stockings of the same colour, and shoes to answer. His features were not naturally intended to wear a smiling aspect, but he was in general rather given to professional jocosity. His step was elastic, and his face betokened inward pleasantry, as he advanced to Mr. Bumble, and shook him cordially by the hand.

Português → “I have taken the measure of the two women that died last night, Mr. Bumble,” said the undertaker.

“You’ll make your fortune, Mr. Sowerberry,” said the beadle, as he thrust his thumb and forefinger into the proffered snuff-box of the undertaker: which was an ingenious little model of a patent coffin. “I say you’ll make your fortune, Mr. Sowerberry,” repeated Mr. Bumble, tapping the undertaker on the shoulder, in a friendly manner, with his cane.

“Think so?” said the undertaker in a tone which half admitted and half disputed the probability of the event. “The prices allowed by the board are very small, Mr. Bumble.”

“So are the coffins,” replied the beadle: with precisely as near an approach to a laugh as a great official ought to indulge in.

Mr. Sowerberry was much tickled at this: as of course he ought to be; and laughed a long time without cessation. “Well, well, Mr. Bumble,” he said at length, “there’s no denying that, since the new system of feeding has come in, the coffins are something narrower and more shallow than they used to be; but we must have some profit, Mr. Bumble. Well-seasoned timber is an expensive article, sir; and all the iron handles come, by canal, from Birmingham.”

“Well, well,” said Mr. Bumble, “every trade has its drawbacks. A fair profit is, of course, allowable.”

Português → “Of course, of course,” replied the undertaker; “and if I don’t get a profit upon this or that particular article, why, I make it up in the long-run, you see - he! he! he!”

“Just so,” said Mr. Bumble.

“Though I must say,” continued the undertaker, resuming the current of observations which the beadle had interrupted: “though I must say, Mr. Bumble, that I have to contend against one very great disadvantage: which is, that all the stout people go off the quickest. The people who have been better off, and have paid rates for many years, are the first to sink when they come into the house; and let me tell you, Mr. Bumble, that three or four inches over one’s calculation makes a great hole in one’s profits: especially when one has a family to provide for, sir.”

As Mr. Sowerberry said this, with the becoming indignation of an ill-used man; and as Mr. Bumble felt that it rather tended to convey a reflection on the honour of the parish; the latter gentleman thought it advisable to change the subject. Oliver Twist being uppermost in his mind, he made him his theme.

“By the bye,” said Mr. Bumble, “you don’t know anybody who wants a boy, do you? A porochial ’prentis, who is at present a dead-weight; a millstone, as I may say, round the porochial throat? Liberal terms, Mr. Sowerberry, liberal terms?” As Mr. Bumble spoke, he raised his cane to the bill above him, and gave three distinct raps upon the words “five pounds”: which were printed thereon in Roman capitals of gigantic size.

Português → “Gadso!” said the undertaker: taking Mr. Bumble by the gilt-edged lappel of his official coat; “that’s just the very thing I wanted to speak to you about. You know - dear me, what a very elegant button this is, Mr. Bumble! I never noticed it before.”

“Yes, I think it rather pretty,” said the beadle, glancing proudly downwards at the large brass buttons which embellished his coat. “The die is the same as the porochial seal - the Good Samaritan healing the sick and bruised man. The board presented it to me on Newyear’s morning, Mr. Sowerberry. I put it on, I remember, for the first time, to attend the inquest on that reduced tradesman, who died in a doorway at midnight.”

“I recollect,” said the undertaker. “The jury brought it in, ‘Died from exposure to the cold, and want of the common necessaries of life,’ didn’t they?”

Mr. Bumble nodded.

“And they made it a special verdict, I think,” said the undertaker, “by adding some words to the effect, that if the relieving officer had - ”

Português → “Tush! Foolery!” interposed the beadle. “If the board attended to all the nonsense that ignorant jurymen talk, they’d have enough to do.”

“Very true,” said the undertaker; “they would indeed.”

“Juries,” said Mr. Bumble, grasping his cane tightly, as was his wont when working into a passion: “juries is ineddicated, vulgar, grovelling wretches.”

“So they are,” said the undertaker.

“They haven’t no more philosophy nor political economy about ’em than that,” said the beadle, snapping his fingers contemptuously.

“No more they have,” acquiesced the undertaker.

“I despise ’em,” said the beadle, growing very red in the face.

“So do I,” rejoined the undertaker.

“And I only wish we’d a jury of the independent sort, in the house for a week or two,” said the beadle; “the rules and regulations of the board would soon bring their spirit down for ’em.”

“Let ’em alone for that,” replied the undertaker. So saying, he smiled, approvingly: to calm the rising wrath of the indignant parish officer.

Mr Bumble lifted off his cocked hat; took a handkerchief from the inside of the crown; wiped from his forehead the perspiration which his rage had engendered; fixed the cocked hat on again; and, turning to the undertaker, said in a calmer voice:

Português → “Well; what about the boy?”

“Oh!” replied the undertaker; “why, you know, Mr. Bumble, I pay a good deal towards the poor’s rates.”

“Hem!” said Mr. Bumble. “Well?”

“Well,” replied the undertaker, “I was thinking that if I pay so much towards ’em, I’ve a right to get as much out of ’em as I can, Mr. Bumble; and so - I think I’ll take the boy myself.”

Mr. Bumble grasped the undertaker by the arm, and led him into the building. Mr. Sowerberry was closeted with the board for five minutes; and it was arranged that Oliver should go to him that evening “upon liking” - a phrase which means, in the case of a parish apprentice, that if the master find, upon a short trial, that he can get enough work out of a boy without putting too much food into him, he shall have him for a term of years, to do what he likes with.

Português → When little Oliver was taken before “the gentlemen” that evening; and informed that he was to go, that night, as general house-lad to a coffin-maker’s; and that if he complained of his situation, or ever came back to the parish again, he would be sent to sea, there to be drowned, or knocked on the head, as the case might be, he evinced so little emotion, that they by common consent pronounced him a hardened young rascal, and ordered Mr. Bumble to remove him forthwith.

Now, although it was very natural that the board, of all people in the world, should feel in a great state of virtuous astonishment and horror at the smallest tokens of want of feeling on the part of anybody, they were rather out, in this particular instance. The simple fact was, that Oliver, instead of possessing too little feeling, possessed rather too much; and was in a fair way of being reduced, for life, to a state of brutal stupidity and sullenness by the ill usage he had received. He heard the news of his destination, in perfect silence; and, having had his luggage put into his hand - which was not very difficult to carry, inasmuch as it was all comprised within the limits of a brown paper parcel, about half a foot square by three inches deep - he pulled his cap over his eyes; and once more attaching himself to Mr. Bumble’s coat cuff, was led away by that dignitary to a new scene of suffering.

Português → For some time, Mr. Bumble drew Oliver along, without notice or remark; for the beadle carried his head very erect, as a beadle always should: and, it being a windy day, little Oliver was completely enshrouded by the skirts of Mr. Bumble’s coat as they blew open, and disclosed to great advantage his flapped waistcoat and drab plush knee-breeches. As they drew near to their destination, however, Mr. Bumble thought it expedient to look down, and see that the boy was in good order for inspection by his new master: which he accordingly did, with a fit and becoming air of gracious patronage.

“Oliver!” said Mr. Bumble.

“Yes, sir,” replied Oliver, in a low, tremulous voice.

“Pull that cap off your eyes, and hold up your head, sir.”

Although Oliver did as he was desired, at once; and passed the back of his unoccupied hand briskly across his eyes, he left a tear in them when he looked up at his conductor. As Mr. Bumble gazed sternly upon him, it rolled down his cheek. It was followed by another, and another. The child made a strong effort, but it was an unsuccessful one. Withdrawing his other hand from Mr. Bumble’s he covered his face with both; and wept until the tears sprung out from between his chin and bony fingers.

Português → “Well!” exclaimed Mr. Bumble, stopping short, and darting at his little charge a look of intense malignity. “Well! Of _all_ the ungratefullest, and worst-disposed boys as ever I see, Oliver, you are the - ”

“No, no, sir,” sobbed Oliver, clinging to the hand which held the well-known cane; “no, no, sir; I will be good indeed; indeed, indeed I will, sir! I am a very little boy, sir; and it is so - so - ”

“So what?” inquired Mr. Bumble in amazement.

“So lonely, sir! So very lonely!” cried the child. “Everybody hates me. Oh! sir, don’t, don’t pray be cross to me!” The child beat his hand upon his heart; and looked in his companion’s face, with tears of real agony.

Mr. Bumble regarded Oliver’s piteous and helpless look, with some astonishment, for a few seconds; hemmed three or four times in a husky manner; and after muttering something about “that troublesome cough,” bade Oliver dry his eyes and be a good boy. Then once more taking his hand, he walked on with him in silence.

Português → The undertaker, who had just put up the shutters of his shop, was making some entries in his day-book by the light of a most appropriate dismal candle, when Mr. Bumble entered.

“Aha!” said the undertaker; looking up from the book, and pausing in the middle of a word; “is that you, Bumble?”

“No one else, Mr. Sowerberry,” replied the beadle. “Here! I’ve brought the boy.” Oliver made a bow.

“Oh! that’s the boy, is it?” said the undertaker: raising the candle above his head, to get a better view of Oliver. “Mrs. Sowerberry, will you have the goodness to come here a moment, my dear?”

Mrs. Sowerberry emerged from a little room behind the shop, and presented the form of a short, thin, squeezed-up woman, with a vixenish countenance.

“My dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry, deferentially, “this is the boy from the workhouse that I told you of.” Oliver bowed again.

“Dear me!” said the undertaker’s wife, “he’s very small.”

Português → “Why, he _is_ rather small,” replied Mr. Bumble: looking at Oliver as if it were his fault that he was no bigger; “he is small. There’s no denying it. But he’ll grow, Mrs. Sowerberry - he’ll grow.”

“Ah! I dare say he will,” replied the lady pettishly, “on our victuals and our drink. I see no saving in parish children, not I; for they always cost more to keep, than they’re worth. However, men always think they know best. There! Get downstairs, little bag o’ bones.” With this, the undertaker’s wife opened a side door, and pushed Oliver down a steep flight of stairs into a stone cell, damp and dark: forming the ante-room to the coal-cellar, and denominated “kitchen”; wherein sat a slatternly girl, in shoes down at heel, and blue worsted stockings very much out of repair.

“Here, Charlotte,” said Mr. Sowerberry, who had followed Oliver down, “give this boy some of the cold bits that were put by for Trip. He hasn’t come home since the morning, so he may go without ’em. I dare say the boy isn’t too dainty to eat ’em - are you, boy?”

Português → Oliver, whose eyes had glistened at the mention of meat, and who was trembling with eagerness to devour it, replied in the negative; and a plateful of coarse broken victuals was set before him.

I wish some well-fed philosopher, whose meat and drink turn to gall within him; whose blood is ice, whose heart is iron; could have seen Oliver Twist clutching at the dainty viands that the dog had neglected. I wish he could have witnessed the horrible avidity with which Oliver tore the bits asunder with all the ferocity of famine. There is only one thing I should like better; and that would be to see the Philosopher making the same sort of meal himself, with the same relish.

“Well,” said the undertaker’s wife, when Oliver had finished his supper: which she had regarded in silent horror, and with fearful auguries of his future appetite: “have you done?”

There being nothing eatable within his reach, Oliver replied in the affirmative.

“Then come with me,” said Mrs. Sowerberry: taking up a dim and dirty lamp, and leading the way upstairs; “your bed’s under the counter. You don’t mind sleeping among the coffins, I suppose? But it doesn’t much matter whether you do or don’t, for you can’t sleep anywhere else. Come; don’t keep me here all night!”

Português → Oliver lingered no longer, but meekly followed his new mistress.

CHAPTER V. Oliver Mingles with New Associates. Going to a Funeral for the First Time, He Forms an Unfavourable Notion of His Master’s Business

Português → Oliver, being left to himself in the undertaker’s shop, set the lamp down on a workman’s bench, and gazed timidly about him with a feeling of awe and dread, which many people a good deal older than he will be at no loss to understand. An unfinished coffin on black tressels, which stood in the middle of the shop, looked so gloomy and death-like that a cold tremble came over him, every time his eyes wandered in the direction of the dismal object: from which he almost expected to see some frightful form slowly rear its head, to drive him mad with terror. Against the wall were ranged, in regular array, a long row of elm boards cut in the same shape: looking in the dim light, like high-shouldered ghosts with their hands in their breeches pockets. Coffin-plates, elm-chips, bright-headed nails, and shreds of black cloth, lay scattered on the floor; and the wall behind the counter was ornamented with a lively representation of two mutes in very stiff neckcloths, on duty at a large private door, with a hearse drawn by four black steeds, approaching in the distance. The shop was close and hot. The atmosphere seemed tainted with the smell of coffins. The recess beneath the counter in which his flock mattress was thrust, looked like a grave.

Português → Nor were these the only dismal feelings which depressed Oliver. He was alone in a strange place; and we all know how chilled and desolate the best of us will sometimes feel in such a situation. The boy had no friends to care for, or to care for him. The regret of no recent separation was fresh in his mind; the absence of no loved and well-remembered face sank heavily into his heart.

But his heart was heavy, notwithstanding; and he wished, as he crept into his narrow bed, that that were his coffin, and that he could be lain in a calm and lasting sleep in the churchyard ground, with the tall grass waving gently above his head, and the sound of the old deep bell to soothe him in his sleep.

Oliver was awakened in the morning, by a loud kicking at the outside of the shop-door: which, before he could huddle on his clothes, was repeated, in an angry and impetuous manner, about twenty-five times. When he began to undo the chain, the legs desisted, and a voice began.

Português → “Open the door, will yer?” cried the voice which belonged to the legs which had kicked at the door.

“I will, directly, sir,” replied Oliver: undoing the chain, and turning the key.

“I suppose yer the new boy, ain’t yer?” said the voice through the key-hole.

“Yes, sir,” replied Oliver.

“How old are yer?” inquired the voice.

“Ten, sir,” replied Oliver.

“Then I’ll whop yer when I get in,” said the voice; “you just see if I don’t, that’s all, my work’us brat!” and having made this obliging promise, the voice began to whistle.

Oliver had been too often subjected to the process to which the very expressive monosyllable just recorded bears reference, to entertain the smallest doubt that the owner of the voice, whoever he might be, would redeem his pledge, most honourably. He drew back the bolts with a trembling hand, and opened the door.

For a second or two, Oliver glanced up the street, and down the street, and over the way: impressed with the belief that the unknown, who had addressed him through the key-hole, had walked a few paces off, to warm himself; for nobody did he see but a big charity-boy, sitting on a post in front of the house, eating a slice of bread and butter: which he cut into wedges, the size of his mouth, with a clasp-knife, and then consumed with great dexterity.

Português → “I beg your pardon, sir,” said Oliver at length: seeing that no other visitor made his appearance; “did you knock?”

“I kicked,” replied the charity-boy.

“Did you want a coffin, sir?” inquired Oliver, innocently.

At this, the charity-boy looked monstrous fierce; and said that Oliver would want one before long, if he cut jokes with his superiors in that way.

“Yer don’t know who I am, I suppose, Work’us?” said the charity-boy, in continuation: descending from the top of the post, meanwhile, with edifying gravity.

“No, sir,” rejoined Oliver.

“I’m Mister Noah Claypole,” said the charity-boy, “and you’re under me. Take down the shutters, yer idle young ruffian!” With this, Mr. Claypole administered a kick to Oliver, and entered the shop with a dignified air, which did him great credit. It is difficult for a large-headed, small-eyed youth, of lumbering make and heavy countenance, to look dignified under any circumstances; but it is more especially so, when superadded to these personal attractions are a red nose and yellow smalls.

Português → Oliver, having taken down the shutters, and broken a pane of glass in his effort to stagger away beneath the weight of the first one to a small court at the side of the house in which they were kept during the day, was graciously assisted by Noah: who having consoled him with the assurance that “he’d catch it,” condescended to help him. Mr. Sowerberry came down soon after. Shortly afterwards, Mrs. Sowerberry appeared. Oliver having “caught it,” in fulfilment of Noah’s prediction, followed that young gentleman down the stairs to breakfast.

“Come near the fire, Noah,” said Charlotte. “I saved a nice little bit of bacon for you from master’s breakfast. Oliver, shut that door at Mister Noah’s back, and take them bits that I’ve put out on the cover of the bread-pan. There’s your tea; take it away to that box, and drink it there, and make haste, for they’ll want you to mind the shop. D’ye hear?”

“D’ye hear, Work’us?” said Noah Claypole.

“Lor, Noah!” said Charlotte, “what a rum creature you are! Why don’t you let the boy alone?”

Português → “Let him alone!” said Noah. “Why everybody lets him alone enough, for the matter of that. Neither his father nor his mother will ever interfere with him. All his relations let him have his own way pretty well. Eh, Charlotte? He! he! he!”

“Oh, you queer soul!” said Charlotte, bursting into a hearty laugh, in which she was joined by Noah; after which they both looked scornfully at poor Oliver Twist, as he sat shivering on the box in the coldest corner of the room, and ate the stale pieces which had been specially reserved for him.

Português → Noah was a charity-boy, but not a workhouse orphan. No chance-child was he, for he could trace his genealogy all the way back to his parents, who lived hard by; his mother being a washerwoman, and his father a drunken soldier, discharged with a wooden leg, and a diurnal pension of twopence-halfpenny and an unstateable fraction. The shop-boys in the neighbourhood had long been in the habit of branding Noah in the public streets, with the ignominious epithets of “leathers,” “charity,” and the like; and Noah had borne them without reply. But, now that fortune had cast in his way a nameless orphan, at whom even the meanest could point the finger of scorn, he retorted on him with interest. This affords charming food for contemplation. It shows us what a beautiful thing human nature may be made to be; and how impartially the same amiable qualities are developed in the finest lord and the dirtiest charity-boy.

Oliver had been sojourning at the undertaker’s some three weeks or a month. Mr. and Mrs. Sowerberry - the shop being shut up - were taking their supper in the little back-parlour, when Mr. Sowerberry, after several deferential glances at his wife, said,

Português → “My dear - ” He was going to say more; but, Mrs. Sowerberry looking up, with a peculiarly unpropitious aspect, he stopped short.

“Well,” said Mrs. Sowerberry, sharply.

“Nothing, my dear, nothing,” said Mr. Sowerberry.

“Ugh, you brute!” said Mrs. Sowerberry.

“Not at all, my dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry humbly. “I thought you didn’t want to hear, my dear. I was only going to say - ”

“Oh, don’t tell me what you were going to say,” interposed Mrs. Sowerberry. “I am nobody; don’t consult me, pray. _I_ don’t want to intrude upon your secrets.” As Mrs. Sowerberry said this, she gave an hysterical laugh, which threatened violent consequences.

“But, my dear,” said Sowerberry, “I want to ask your advice.”

“No, no, don’t ask mine,” replied Mrs. Sowerberry, in an affecting manner: “ask somebody else’s.” Here, there was another hysterical laugh, which frightened Mr. Sowerberry very much. This is a very common and much-approved matrimonial course of treatment, which is often very effective. It at once reduced Mr. Sowerberry to begging, as a special favour, to be allowed to say what Mrs. Sowerberry was most curious to hear. After a short duration, the permission was most graciously conceded.

Português → “It’s only about young Twist, my dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry. “A very good-looking boy, that, my dear.”

“He need be, for he eats enough,” observed the lady.

“There’s an expression of melancholy in his face, my dear,” resumed Mr. Sowerberry, “which is very interesting. He would make a delightful mute, my love.”

Mrs. Sowerberry looked up with an expression of considerable wonderment. Mr. Sowerberry remarked it and, without allowing time for any observation on the good lady’s part, proceeded.

“I don’t mean a regular mute to attend grown-up people, my dear, but only for children’s practice. It would be very new to have a mute in proportion, my dear. You may depend upon it, it would have a superb effect.”

Mrs. Sowerberry, who had a good deal of taste in the undertaking way, was much struck by the novelty of this idea; but, as it would have been compromising her dignity to have said so, under existing circumstances, she merely inquired, with much sharpness, why such an obvious suggestion had not presented itself to her husband’s mind before? Mr. Sowerberry rightly construed this, as an acquiescence in his proposition; it was speedily determined, therefore, that Oliver should be at once initiated into the mysteries of the trade; and, with this view, that he should accompany his master on the very next occasion of his services being required.

Português → The occasion was not long in coming. Half an hour after breakfast next morning, Mr. Bumble entered the shop; and supporting his cane against the counter, drew forth his large leathern pocket-book: from which he selected a small scrap of paper, which he handed over to Sowerberry.

“Aha!” said the undertaker, glancing over it with a lively countenance; “an order for a coffin, eh?”

“For a coffin first, and a porochial funeral afterwards,” replied Mr. Bumble, fastening the strap of the leathern pocket-book: which, like himself, was very corpulent.

“Bayton,” said the undertaker, looking from the scrap of paper to Mr. Bumble. “I never heard the name before.”

Bumble shook his head, as he replied, “Obstinate people, Mr. Sowerberry; very obstinate. Proud, too, I’m afraid, sir.”

“Proud, eh?” exclaimed Mr. Sowerberry with a sneer. “Come, that’s too much.”

“Oh, it’s sickening,” replied the beadle. “Antimonial, Mr. Sowerberry!”

“So it is,” acquiesced the undertaker.

Português → “We only heard of the family the night before last,” said the beadle; “and we shouldn’t have known anything about them, then, only a woman who lodges in the same house made an application to the porochial committee for them to send the porochial surgeon to see a woman as was very bad. He had gone out to dinner; but his ’prentice (which is a very clever lad) sent ’em some medicine in a blacking-bottle, offhand.”

“Ah, there’s promptness,” said the undertaker.

“Promptness, indeed!” replied the beadle. “But what’s the consequence; what’s the ungrateful behaviour of these rebels, sir? Why, the husband sends back word that the medicine won’t suit his wife’s complaint, and so she shan’t take it - says she shan’t take it, sir! Good, strong, wholesome medicine, as was given with great success to two Irish labourers and a coal-heaver, only a week before - sent ’em for nothing, with a blackin’-bottle in, - and he sends back word that she shan’t take it, sir!”

Português → As the atrocity presented itself to Mr. Bumble’s mind in full force, he struck the counter sharply with his cane, and became flushed with indignation.

“Well,” said the undertaker, “I ne - ver - did - ”

“Never did, sir!” ejaculated the beadle. “No, nor nobody never did; but now she’s dead, we’ve got to bury her; and that’s the direction; and the sooner it’s done, the better.”

Thus saying, Mr. Bumble put on his cocked hat wrong side first, in a fever of parochial excitement; and flounced out of the shop.

“Why, he was so angry, Oliver, that he forgot even to ask after you!” said Mr. Sowerberry, looking after the beadle as he strode down the street.

“Yes, sir,” replied Oliver, who had carefully kept himself out of sight, during the interview; and who was shaking from head to foot at the mere recollection of the sound of Mr. Bumble’s voice. He needn’t have taken the trouble to shrink from Mr. Bumble’s glance, however; for that functionary, on whom the prediction of the gentleman in the white waistcoat had made a very strong impression, thought that now the undertaker had got Oliver upon trial the subject was better avoided, until such time as he should be firmly bound for seven years, and all danger of his being returned upon the hands of the parish should be thus effectually and legally overcome.

Português → “Well,” said Mr. Sowerberry, taking up his hat, “the sooner this job is done, the better. Noah, look after the shop. Oliver, put on your cap, and come with me.” Oliver obeyed, and followed his master on his professional mission.

They walked on, for some time, through the most crowded and densely inhabited part of the town; and then, striking down a narrow street more dirty and miserable than any they had yet passed through, paused to look for the house which was the object of their search. The houses on either side were high and large, but very old, and tenanted by people of the poorest class: as their neglected appearance would have sufficiently denoted, without the concurrent testimony afforded by the squalid looks of the few men and women who, with folded arms and bodies half doubled, occasionally skulked along. A great many of the tenements had shop-fronts; but these were fast closed, and mouldering away; only the upper rooms being inhabited. Some houses which had become insecure from age and decay, were prevented from falling into the street, by huge beams of wood reared against the walls, and firmly planted in the road; but even these crazy dens seemed to have been selected as the nightly haunts of some houseless wretches, for many of the rough boards which supplied the place of door and window, were wrenched from their positions, to afford an aperture wide enough for the passage of a human body. The kennel was stagnant and filthy. The very rats, which here and there lay putrefying in its rottenness, were hideous with famine.

There was neither knocker nor bell-handle at the open door where Oliver and his master stopped; so, groping his way cautiously through the dark passage, and bidding Oliver keep close to him and not be afraid, the undertaker mounted to the top of the first flight of stairs. Stumbling against a door on the landing, he rapped at it with his knuckles.

It was opened by a young girl of thirteen or fourteen. The undertaker at once saw enough of what the room contained, to know it was the apartment to which he had been directed. He stepped in; Oliver followed him.

Português → There was no fire in the room; but a man was crouching, mechanically, over the empty stove. An old woman, too, had drawn a low stool to the cold hearth, and was sitting beside him. There were some ragged children in another corner; and in a small recess, opposite the door, there lay upon the ground, something covered with an old blanket. Oliver shuddered as he cast his eyes toward the place, and crept involuntarily closer to his master; for though it was covered up, the boy felt that it was a corpse.

The man’s face was thin and very pale; his hair and beard were grizzly; his eyes were bloodshot. The old woman’s face was wrinkled; her two remaining teeth protruded over her under lip; and her eyes were bright and piercing. Oliver was afraid to look at either her or the man. They seemed so like the rats he had seen outside.

“Nobody shall go near her,” said the man, starting fiercely up, as the undertaker approached the recess. “Keep back! Damn you, keep back, if you’ve a life to lose!”

“Nonsense, my good man,” said the undertaker, who was pretty well used to misery in all its shapes. “Nonsense!”

“I tell you,” said the man: clenching his hands, and stamping furiously on the floor, - “I tell you I won’t have her put into the ground. She couldn’t rest there. The worms would worry her - not eat her - she is so worn away.”

Português → The undertaker offered no reply to this raving; but producing a tape from his pocket, knelt down for a moment by the side of the body.

“Ah!” said the man: bursting into tears, and sinking on his knees at the feet of the dead woman; “kneel down, kneel down - kneel round her, every one of you, and mark my words! I say she was starved to death. I never knew how bad she was, till the fever came upon her; and then her bones were starting through the skin. There was neither fire nor candle; she died in the dark - in the dark! She couldn’t even see her children’s faces, though we heard her gasping out their names. I begged for her in the streets: and they sent me to prison. When I came back, she was dying; and all the blood in my heart has dried up, for they starved her to death. I swear it before the God that saw it! They starved her!” He twined his hands in his hair; and, with a loud scream, rolled grovelling upon the floor: his eyes fixed, and the foam covering his lips.

The terrified children cried bitterly; but the old woman, who had hitherto remained as quiet as if she had been wholly deaf to all that passed, menaced them into silence. Having unloosened the cravat of the man who still remained extended on the ground, she tottered towards the undertaker.

“She was my daughter,” said the old woman, nodding her head in the direction of the corpse; and speaking with an idiotic leer, more ghastly than even the presence of death in such a place. “Lord, Lord! Well, it _is_ strange that I who gave birth to her, and was a woman then, should be alive and merry now, and she lying there: so cold and stiff! Lord, Lord! - to think of it; it’s as good as a play - as good as a play!”

Português → As the wretched creature mumbled and chuckled in her hideous merriment, the undertaker turned to go away.

“Stop, stop!” said the old woman in a loud whisper. “Will she be buried tomorrow, or next day, or tonight? I laid her out; and I must walk, you know. Send me a large cloak: a good warm one: for it is bitter cold. We should have cake and wine, too, before we go! Never mind; send some bread - only a loaf of bread and a cup of water. Shall we have some bread, dear?” she said eagerly: catching at the undertaker’s coat, as he once more moved towards the door.

“Yes, yes,” said the undertaker, “of course. Anything you like!” He disengaged himself from the old woman’s grasp; and, drawing Oliver after him, hurried away.

The next day, (the family having been meanwhile relieved with a half-quartern loaf and a piece of cheese, left with them by Mr. Bumble himself,) Oliver and his master returned to the miserable abode; where Mr. Bumble had already arrived, accompanied by four men from the workhouse, who were to act as bearers. An old black cloak had been thrown over the rags of the old woman and the man; and the bare coffin having been screwed down, was hoisted on the shoulders of the bearers, and carried into the street.

Português → “Now, you must put your best leg foremost, old lady!” whispered Sowerberry in the old woman’s ear; “we are rather late; and it won’t do, to keep the clergyman waiting. Move on, my men, - as quick as you like!”

Thus directed, the bearers trotted on under their light burden; and the two mourners kept as near them, as they could. Mr. Bumble and Sowerberry walked at a good smart pace in front; and Oliver, whose legs were not so long as his master’s, ran by the side.

There was not so great a necessity for hurrying as Mr. Sowerberry had anticipated, however; for when they reached the obscure corner of the churchyard in which the nettles grew, and where the parish graves were made, the clergyman had not arrived; and the clerk, who was sitting by the vestry-room fire, seemed to think it by no means improbable that it might be an hour or so, before he came. So, they put the bier on the brink of the grave; and the two mourners waited patiently in the damp clay, with a cold rain drizzling down, while the ragged boys whom the spectacle had attracted into the churchyard played a noisy game at hide-and-seek among the tombstones, or varied their amusements by jumping backwards and forwards over the coffin. Mr. Sowerberry and Bumble, being personal friends of the clerk, sat by the fire with him, and read the paper.

At length, after a lapse of something more than an hour, Mr. Bumble, and Sowerberry, and the clerk, were seen running towards the grave. Immediately afterwards, the clergyman appeared: putting on his surplice as he came along. Mr. Bumble then thrashed a boy or two, to keep up appearances; and the reverend gentleman, having read as much of the burial service as could be compressed into four minutes, gave his surplice to the clerk, and walked away again.

Português → “Now, Bill!” said Sowerberry to the grave-digger. “Fill up!”

It was no very difficult task, for the grave was so full, that the uppermost coffin was within a few feet of the surface. The grave-digger shovelled in the earth; stamped it loosely down with his feet: shouldered his spade; and walked off, followed by the boys, who murmured very loud complaints at the fun being over so soon.

“Come, my good fellow!” said Bumble, tapping the man on the back. “They want to shut up the yard.”

The man who had never once moved, since he had taken his station by the grave side, started, raised his head, stared at the person who had addressed him, walked forward for a few paces; and fell down in a swoon. The crazy old woman was too much occupied in bewailing the loss of her cloak (which the undertaker had taken off), to pay him any attention; so they threw a can of cold water over him; and when he came to, saw him safely out of the churchyard, locked the gate, and departed on their different ways.

“Well, Oliver,” said Sowerberry, as they walked home, “how do you like it?”

Português → “Pretty well, thank you, sir” replied Oliver, with considerable hesitation. “Not very much, sir.”

“Ah, you’ll get used to it in time, Oliver,” said Sowerberry. “Nothing when you _are_ used to it, my boy.”

Oliver wondered, in his own mind, whether it had taken a very long time to get Mr. Sowerberry used to it. But he thought it better not to ask the question; and walked back to the shop: thinking over all he had seen and heard.

CHAPTER VI. Oliver, Being Goaded by the Taunts of Noah, Rouses Into Action, and Rather Astonishes Him

Português → The month’s trial over, Oliver was formally apprenticed. It was a nice sickly season just at this time. In commercial phrase, coffins were looking up; and, in the course of a few weeks, Oliver acquired a great deal of experience. The success of Mr. Sowerberry’s ingenious speculation, exceeded even his most sanguine hopes. The oldest inhabitants recollected no period at which measles had been so prevalent, or so fatal to infant existence; and many were the mournful processions which little Oliver headed, in a hat-band reaching down to his knees, to the indescribable admiration and emotion of all the mothers in the town. As Oliver accompanied his master in most of his adult expeditions too, in order that he might acquire that equanimity of demeanour and full command of nerve which was essential to a finished undertaker, he had many opportunities of observing the beautiful resignation and fortitude with which some strong-minded people bear their trials and losses.

For instance; when Sowerberry had an order for the burial of some rich old lady or gentleman, who was surrounded by a great number of nephews and nieces, who had been perfectly inconsolable during the previous illness, and whose grief had been wholly irrepressible even on the most public occasions, they would be as happy among themselves as need be - quite cheerful and contented - conversing together with as much freedom and gaiety, as if nothing whatever had happened to disturb them. Husbands, too, bore the loss of their wives with the most heroic calmness. Wives, again, put on weeds for their husbands, as if, so far from grieving in the garb of sorrow, they had made up their minds to render it as becoming and attractive as possible. It was observable, too, that ladies and gentlemen who were in passions of anguish during the ceremony of interment, recovered almost as soon as they reached home, and became quite composed before the tea-drinking was over. All this was very pleasant and improving to see; and Oliver beheld it with great admiration.

That Oliver Twist was moved to resignation by the example of these good people, I cannot, although I am his biographer, undertake to affirm with any degree of confidence; but I can most distinctly say, that for many months he continued meekly to submit to the domination and ill-treatment of Noah Claypole: who used him far worse than before, now that his jealousy was roused by seeing the new boy promoted to the black stick and hat-band, while he, the old one, remained stationary in the muffin-cap and leathers. Charlotte treated him ill, because Noah did; and Mrs. Sowerberry was his decided enemy, because Mr. Sowerberry was disposed to be his friend; so, between these three on one side, and a glut of funerals on the other, Oliver was not altogether as comfortable as the hungry pig was, when he was shut up, by mistake, in the grain department of a brewery.

Português → And now, I come to a very important passage in Oliver’s history; for I have to record an act, slight and unimportant perhaps in appearance, but which indirectly produced a material change in all his future prospects and proceedings.

One day, Oliver and Noah had descended into the kitchen at the usual dinner-hour, to banquet upon a small joint of mutton - a pound and a half of the worst end of the neck; when Charlotte being called out of the way, there ensued a brief interval of time, which Noah Claypole, being hungry and vicious, considered he could not possibly devote to a worthier purpose than aggravating and tantalising young Oliver Twist.

Intent upon this innocent amusement, Noah put his feet on the table-cloth; and pulled Oliver’s hair; and twitched his ears; and expressed his opinion that he was a “sneak”; and furthermore announced his intention of coming to see him hanged, whenever that desirable event should take place; and entered upon various topics of petty annoyance, like a malicious and ill-conditioned charity-boy as he was. But, making Oliver cry, Noah attempted to be more facetious still; and in his attempt, did what many sometimes do to this day, when they want to be funny. He got rather personal.

“Work’us,” said Noah, “how’s your mother?”

“She’s dead,” replied Oliver; “don’t you say anything about her to me!”

Oliver’s colour rose as he said this; he breathed quickly; and there was a curious working of the mouth and nostrils, which Mr. Claypole thought must be the immediate precursor of a violent fit of crying. Under this impression he returned to the charge.

“What did she die of, Work’us?” said Noah.

Português → “Of a broken heart, some of our old nurses told me,” replied Oliver: more as if he were talking to himself, than answering Noah. “I think I know what it must be to die of that!”

“Tol de rol lol lol, right fol lairy, Work’us,” said Noah, as a tear rolled down Oliver’s cheek. “What’s set you a snivelling now?”

“Not _you_,” replied Oliver, sharply. “There; that’s enough. Don’t say anything more to me about her; you’d better not!”

“Better not!” exclaimed Noah. “Well! Better not! Work’us, don’t be impudent. _Your_ mother, too! She was a nice ’un, she was. Oh, Lor!” And here, Noah nodded his head expressively; and curled up as much of his small red nose as muscular action could collect together, for the occasion.

“Yer know, Work’us,” continued Noah, emboldened by Oliver’s silence, and speaking in a jeering tone of affected pity: of all tones the most annoying: “Yer know, Work’us, it can’t be helped now; and of course yer couldn’t help it then; and I am very sorry for it; and I’m sure we all are, and pity yer very much. But yer must know, Work’us, yer mother was a regular right-down bad ’un.”

“What did you say?” inquired Oliver, looking up very quickly.

“A regular right-down bad ’un, Work’us,” replied Noah, coolly. “And it’s a great deal better, Work’us, that she died when she did, or else she’d have been hard labouring in Bridewell, or transported, or hung; which is more likely than either, isn’t it?”

Português → Crimson with fury, Oliver started up; overthrew the chair and table; seized Noah by the throat; shook him, in the violence of his rage, till his teeth chattered in his head; and collecting his whole force into one heavy blow, felled him to the ground.

A minute ago, the boy had looked the quiet child, mild, dejected creature that harsh treatment had made him. But his spirit was roused at last; the cruel insult to his dead mother had set his blood on fire. His breast heaved; his attitude was erect; his eye bright and vivid; his whole person changed, as he stood glaring over the cowardly tormentor who now lay crouching at his feet; and defied him with an energy he had never known before.

“He’ll murder me!” blubbered Noah. “Charlotte! missis! Here’s the new boy a murdering of me! Help! help! Oliver’s gone mad! Char - lotte!”

Noah’s shouts were responded to, by a loud scream from Charlotte, and a louder from Mrs. Sowerberry; the former of whom rushed into the kitchen by a side-door, while the latter paused on the staircase till she was quite certain that it was consistent with the preservation of human life, to come further down.

“Oh, you little wretch!” screamed Charlotte: seizing Oliver with her utmost force, which was about equal to that of a moderately strong man in particularly good training. “Oh, you little un-grate-ful, mur-de-rous, hor-rid villain!” And between every syllable, Charlotte gave Oliver a blow with all her might: accompanying it with a scream, for the benefit of society.

Português → Charlotte’s fist was by no means a light one; but, lest it should not be effectual in calming Oliver’s wrath, Mrs. Sowerberry plunged into the kitchen, and assisted to hold him with one hand, while she scratched his face with the other. In this favourable position of affairs, Noah rose from the ground, and pommelled him behind.

This was rather too violent exercise to last long. When they were all wearied out, and could tear and beat no longer, they dragged Oliver, struggling and shouting, but nothing daunted, into the dust-cellar, and there locked him up. This being done, Mrs. Sowerberry sunk into a chair, and burst into tears.

“Bless her, she’s going off!” said Charlotte. “A glass of water, Noah, dear. Make haste!”

“Oh! Charlotte,” said Mrs. Sowerberry: speaking as well as she could, through a deficiency of breath, and a sufficiency of cold water, which Noah had poured over her head and shoulders. “Oh! Charlotte, what a mercy we have not all been murdered in our beds!”

“Ah! mercy indeed, ma’am,” was the reply. “I only hope this’ll teach master not to have any more of these dreadful creatures, that are born to be murderers and robbers from their very cradle. Poor Noah! He was all but killed, ma’am, when I came in.”

Português → “Poor fellow!” said Mrs. Sowerberry, looking piteously on the charity-boy.

Noah, whose top waistcoat-button might have been somewhere on a level with the crown of Oliver’s head, rubbed his eyes with the inside of his wrists while this commiseration was bestowed upon him, and performed some affecting tears and sniffs.

“What’s to be done!” exclaimed Mrs. Sowerberry. “Your master’s not at home; there’s not a man in the house, and he’ll kick that door down in ten minutes.” Oliver’s vigorous plunges against the bit of timber in question, rendered this occurance highly probable.

“Dear, dear! I don’t know, ma’am,” said Charlotte, “unless we send for the police-officers.”

“Or the millingtary,” suggested Mr. Claypole.

“No, no,” said Mrs. Sowerberry: bethinking herself of Oliver’s old friend. “Run to Mr. Bumble, Noah, and tell him to come here directly, and not to lose a minute; never mind your cap! Make haste! You can hold a knife to that black eye, as you run along. It’ll keep the swelling down.”

Noah stopped to make no reply, but started off at his fullest speed; and very much it astonished the people who were out walking, to see a charity-boy tearing through the streets pell-mell, with no cap on his head, and a clasp-knife at his eye.

CHAPTER VII. Oliver Continues Refractory

Português → Noah Claypole ran along the streets at his swiftest pace, and paused not once for breath, until he reached the workhouse-gate. Having rested here, for a minute or so, to collect a good burst of sobs and an imposing show of tears and terror, he knocked loudly at the wicket; and presented such a rueful face to the aged pauper who opened it, that even he, who saw nothing but rueful faces about him at the best of times, started back in astonishment.

“Why, what’s the matter with the boy!” said the old pauper.

“Mr. Bumble! Mr. Bumble!” cried Noah, with well-affected dismay, and in tones so loud and agitated, that they not only caught the ear of Mr. Bumble himself, who happened to be hard by, but alarmed him so much that he rushed into the yard without his cocked hat, - which is a very curious and remarkable circumstance, as showing that even a beadle, acted upon a sudden and powerful impulse, may be afflicted with a momentary visitation of loss of self-possession, and forgetfulness of personal dignity.

“Oh, Mr. Bumble, sir!” said Noah: “Oliver, sir, - Oliver has - ”

“What? What?” interposed Mr. Bumble: with a gleam of pleasure in his metallic eyes. “Not run away; he hasn’t run away, has he, Noah?”

“No, sir, no. Not run away, sir, but he’s turned wicious,” replied Noah. “He tried to murder me, sir; and then he tried to murder Charlotte; and then missis. Oh! what dreadful pain it is! Such agony, please, sir!” And here, Noah writhed and twisted his body into an extensive variety of eel-like positions; thereby giving Mr. Bumble to understand that, from the violent and sanguinary onset of Oliver Twist, he had sustained severe internal injury and damage, from which he was at that moment suffering the acutest torture.

Português → When Noah saw that the intelligence he communicated perfectly paralysed Mr. Bumble, he imparted additional effect thereunto, by bewailing his dreadful wounds ten times louder than before; and when he observed a gentleman in a white waistcoat crossing the yard, he was more tragic in his lamentations than ever: rightly conceiving it highly expedient to attract the notice, and rouse the indignation, of the gentleman aforesaid.

The gentleman’s notice was very soon attracted; for he had not walked three paces, when he turned angrily round, and inquired what that young cur was howling for, and why Mr. Bumble did not favour him with something which would render the series of vocular exclamations so designated, an involuntary process?

“It’s a poor boy from the free-school, sir,” replied Mr. Bumble, “who has been nearly murdered - all but murdered, sir, - by young Twist.”

“By Jove!” exclaimed the gentleman in the white waistcoat, stopping short. “I knew it! I felt a strange presentiment from the very first, that that audacious young savage would come to be hung!”

“He has likewise attempted, sir, to murder the female servant,” said Mr. Bumble, with a face of ashy paleness.

“And his missis,” interposed Mr. Claypole.

“And his master, too, I think you said, Noah?” added Mr. Bumble.

“No! he’s out, or he would have murdered him,” replied Noah. “He said he wanted to.”

Português → “Ah! Said he wanted to, did he, my boy?” inquired the gentleman in the white waistcoat.

“Yes, sir,” replied Noah. “And please, sir, missis wants to know whether Mr. Bumble can spare time to step up there, directly, and flog him - ’cause master’s out.”

“Certainly, my boy; certainly,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat: smiling benignly, and patting Noah’s head, which was about three inches higher than his own. “You’re a good boy - a very good boy. Here’s a penny for you. Bumble, just step up to Sowerberry’s with your cane, and see what’s best to be done. Don’t spare him, Bumble.”

“No, I will not, sir,” replied the beadle. And the cocked hat and cane having been, by this time, adjusted to their owner’s satisfaction, Mr. Bumble and Noah Claypole betook themselves with all speed to the undertaker’s shop.

Here the position of affairs had not at all improved. Sowerberry had not yet returned, and Oliver continued to kick, with undiminished vigour, at the cellar-door. The accounts of his ferocity as related by Mrs. Sowerberry and Charlotte, were of so startling a nature, that Mr. Bumble judged it prudent to parley, before opening the door. With this view he gave a kick at the outside, by way of prelude; and, then, applying his mouth to the keyhole, said, in a deep and impressive tone:

Português → “Oliver!”

“Come; you let me out!” replied Oliver, from the inside.

“Do you know this here voice, Oliver?” said Mr. Bumble.

“Yes,” replied Oliver.

“Ain’t you afraid of it, sir? Ain’t you a-trembling while I speak, sir?” said Mr. Bumble.

“No!” replied Oliver, boldly.

An answer so different from the one he had expected to elicit, and was in the habit of receiving, staggered Mr. Bumble not a little. He stepped back from the keyhole; drew himself up to his full height; and looked from one to another of the three by-standers, in mute astonishment.

“Oh, you know, Mr. Bumble, he must be mad,” said Mrs. Sowerberry.

“No boy in half his senses could venture to speak so to you.”

“It’s not madness, ma’am,” replied Mr. Bumble, after a few moments of deep meditation. “It’s meat.”

“What?” exclaimed Mrs. Sowerberry.

“Meat, ma’am, meat,” replied Bumble, with stern emphasis. “You’ve overfed him, ma’am. You’ve raised a artificial soul and spirit in him, ma’am unbecoming a person of his condition: as the board, Mrs. Sowerberry, who are practical philosophers, will tell you. What have paupers to do with soul or spirit? It’s quite enough that we let ’em have live bodies. If you had kept the boy on gruel, ma’am, this would never have happened.”

Português → “Dear, dear!” ejaculated Mrs. Sowerberry, piously raising her eyes to the kitchen ceiling: “this comes of being liberal!”

The liberality of Mrs. Sowerberry to Oliver, had consisted of a profuse bestowal upon him of all the dirty odds and ends which nobody else would eat; so there was a great deal of meekness and self-devotion in her voluntarily remaining under Mr. Bumble’s heavy accusation, of which, to do her justice, she was wholly innocent, in thought, word, or deed.

“Ah!” said Mr. Bumble, when the lady brought her eyes down to earth again; “the only thing that can be done now, that I know of, is to leave him in the cellar for a day or so, till he’s a little starved down; and then to take him out, and keep him on gruel all through the apprenticeship. He comes of a bad family. Excitable natures, Mrs. Sowerberry! Both the nurse and doctor said, that that mother of his made her way here, against difficulties and pain that would have killed any well-disposed woman, weeks before.”

At this point of Mr. Bumble’s discourse, Oliver, just hearing enough to know that some allusion was being made to his mother, recommenced kicking, with a violence that rendered every other sound inaudible. Sowerberry returned at this juncture. Oliver’s offence having been explained to him, with such exaggerations as the ladies thought best calculated to rouse his ire, he unlocked the cellar-door in a twinkling, and dragged his rebellious apprentice out, by the collar.

Português → Oliver’s clothes had been torn in the beating he had received; his face was bruised and scratched; and his hair scattered over his forehead. The angry flush had not disappeared, however; and when he was pulled out of his prison, he scowled boldly on Noah, and looked quite undismayed.

“Now, you are a nice young fellow, ain’t you?” said Sowerberry; giving Oliver a shake, and a box on the ear.

“He called my mother names,” replied Oliver.

“Well, and what if he did, you little ungrateful wretch?” said Mrs. Sowerberry. “She deserved what he said, and worse.”

“She didn’t,” said Oliver.

“She did,” said Mrs. Sowerberry.

“It’s a lie!” said Oliver.

Mrs. Sowerberry burst into a flood of tears.

Português → This flood of tears left Mr. Sowerberry no alternative. If he had hesitated for one instant to punish Oliver most severely, it must be quite clear to every experienced reader that he would have been, according to all precedents in disputes of matrimony established, a brute, an unnatural husband, an insulting creature, a base imitation of a man, and various other agreeable characters too numerous for recital within the limits of this chapter. To do him justice, he was, as far as his power went - it was not very extensive - kindly disposed towards the boy; perhaps, because it was his interest to be so; perhaps, because his wife disliked him. The flood of tears, however, left him no resource; so he at once gave him a drubbing, which satisfied even Mrs. Sowerberry herself, and rendered Mr. Bumble’s subsequent application of the parochial cane, rather unnecessary. For the rest of the day, he was shut up in the back kitchen, in company with a pump and a slice of bread; and at night, Mrs. Sowerberry, after making various remarks outside the door, by no means complimentary to the memory of his mother, looked into the room, and, amidst the jeers and pointings of Noah and Charlotte, ordered him upstairs to his dismal bed.

It was not until he was left alone in the silence and stillness of the gloomy workshop of the undertaker, that Oliver gave way to the feelings which the day’s treatment may be supposed likely to have awakened in a mere child. He had listened to their taunts with a look of contempt; he had borne the lash without a cry: for he felt that pride swelling in his heart which would have kept down a shriek to the last, though they had roasted him alive. But now, when there were none to see or hear him, he fell upon his knees on the floor; and, hiding his face in his hands, wept such tears as, God send for the credit of our nature, few so young may ever have cause to pour out before him!

Português → For a long time, Oliver remained motionless in this attitude. The candle was burning low in the socket when he rose to his feet. Having gazed cautiously round him, and listened intently, he gently undid the fastenings of the door, and looked abroad.

It was a cold, dark night. The stars seemed, to the boy’s eyes, farther from the earth than he had ever seen them before; there was no wind; and the sombre shadows thrown by the trees upon the ground, looked sepulchral and death-like, from being so still. He softly reclosed the door. Having availed himself of the expiring light of the candle to tie up in a handkerchief the few articles of wearing apparel he had, sat himself down upon a bench, to wait for morning.

With the first ray of light that struggled through the crevices in the shutters, Oliver arose, and again unbarred the door. One timid look around - one moment’s pause of hesitation - he had closed it behind him, and was in the open street.

He looked to the right and to the left, uncertain whither to fly.

He remembered to have seen the waggons, as they went out, toiling up the hill. He took the same route; and arriving at a footpath across the fields, which he knew, after some distance, led out again into the road; struck into it, and walked quickly on.

Português → Along this same footpath, Oliver well-remembered he had trotted beside Mr. Bumble, when he first carried him to the workhouse from the farm. His way lay directly in front of the cottage. His heart beat quickly when he bethought himself of this; and he half resolved to turn back. He had come a long way though, and should lose a great deal of time by doing so. Besides, it was so early that there was very little fear of his being seen; so he walked on.

He reached the house. There was no appearance of its inmates stirring at that early hour. Oliver stopped, and peeped into the garden. A child was weeding one of the little beds; as he stopped, he raised his pale face and disclosed the features of one of his former companions. Oliver felt glad to see him, before he went; for, though younger than himself, he had been his little friend and playmate. They had been beaten, and starved, and shut up together, many and many a time.

“Hush, Dick!” said Oliver, as the boy ran to the gate, and thrust his thin arm between the rails to greet him. “Is any one up?”

“Nobody but me,” replied the child.

“You musn’t say you saw me, Dick,” said Oliver. “I am running away. They beat and ill-use me, Dick; and I am going to seek my fortune, some long way off. I don’t know where. How pale you are!”

Português → “I heard the doctor tell them I was dying,” replied the child with a faint smile. “I am very glad to see you, dear; but don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Yes, yes, I will, to say good-b’ye to you,” replied Oliver. “I shall see you again, Dick. I know I shall! You will be well and happy!”

“I hope so,” replied the child. “After I am dead, but not before. I know the doctor must be right, Oliver, because I dream so much of Heaven, and Angels, and kind faces that I never see when I am awake. Kiss me,” said the child, climbing up the low gate, and flinging his little arms round Oliver’s neck. “Good-b’ye, dear! God bless you!”

The blessing was from a young child’s lips, but it was the first that Oliver had ever heard invoked upon his head; and through the struggles and sufferings, and troubles and changes, of his after life, he never once forgot it.

CHAPTER VIII. Oliver Walks to London. He Encounters on the Road a Strange Sort of Young Gentleman

Português → Oliver reached the stile at which the by-path terminated; and once more gained the high-road. It was eight o’clock now. Though he was nearly five miles away from the town, he ran, and hid behind the hedges, by turns, till noon, fearing that he might be pursued and overtaken. Then he sat down to rest by the side of the milestone, and began to think, for the first time, where he had better go and try to live.

The stone by which he was seated, bore, in large characters, an intimation that it was just seventy miles from that spot to London. The name awakened a new train of ideas in the boy’s mind.

London! - that great place! - nobody - not even Mr. Bumble - could ever find him there! He had often heard the old men in the workhouse, too, say that no lad of spirit need want in London; and that there were ways of living in that vast city, which those who had been bred up in country parts had no idea of. It was the very place for a homeless boy, who must die in the streets unless some one helped him. As these things passed through his thoughts, he jumped upon his feet, and again walked forward.

Português → He had diminished the distance between himself and London by full four miles more, before he recollected how much he must undergo ere he could hope to reach his place of destination. As this consideration forced itself upon him, he slackened his pace a little, and meditated upon his means of getting there. He had a crust of bread, a coarse shirt, and two pairs of stockings, in his bundle. He had a penny too - a gift of Sowerberry’s after some funeral in which he had acquitted himself more than ordinarily well - in his pocket. “A clean shirt,” thought Oliver, “is a very comfortable thing; and so are two pairs of darned stockings; and so is a penny; but they are small helps to a sixty-five miles’ walk in winter time.” But Oliver’s thoughts, like those of most other people, although they were extremely ready and active to point out his difficulties, were wholly at a loss to suggest any feasible mode of surmounting them; so, after a good deal of thinking to no particular purpose, he changed his little bundle over to the other shoulder, and trudged on.

Oliver walked twenty miles that day; and all that time tasted nothing but the crust of dry bread, and a few draughts of water, which he begged at the cottage-doors by the road-side. When the night came, he turned into a meadow; and, creeping close under a hay-rick, determined to lie there, till morning. He felt frightened at first, for the wind moaned dismally over the empty fields, and he was cold and hungry, and more alone than he had ever felt before. Being very tired with his walk, however, he soon fell asleep and forgot his troubles.

Português → He felt cold and stiff, when he got up next morning, and so hungry that he was obliged to exchange the penny for a small loaf, in the very first village through which he passed. He had walked no more than twelve miles, when night closed in again. His feet were sore, and his legs so weak that they trembled beneath him. Another night passed in the bleak damp air, made him worse; when he set forward on his journey next morning he could hardly crawl along.

He waited at the bottom of a steep hill till a stage-coach came up, and then begged of the outside passengers; but there were very few who took any notice of him: and even those told him to wait till they got to the top of the hill, and then let them see how far he could run for a halfpenny. Poor Oliver tried to keep up with the coach a little way, but was unable to do it, by reason of his fatigue and sore feet. When the outsides saw this, they put their halfpence back into their pockets again, declaring that he was an idle young dog, and didn’t deserve anything; and the coach rattled away and left only a cloud of dust behind.

In some villages, large painted boards were fixed up: warning all persons who begged within the district, that they would be sent to jail. This frightened Oliver very much, and made him glad to get out of those villages with all possible expedition. In others, he would stand about the inn-yards, and look mournfully at every one who passed: a proceeding which generally terminated in the landlady’s ordering one of the post-boys who were lounging about, to drive that strange boy out of the place, for she was sure he had come to steal something. If he begged at a farmer’s house, ten to one but they threatened to set the dog on him; and when he showed his nose in a shop, they talked about the beadle - which brought Oliver’s heart into his mouth, - very often the only thing he had there, for many hours together.

Português → In fact, if it had not been for a good-hearted turnpike-man, and a benevolent old lady, Oliver’s troubles would have been shortened by the very same process which had put an end to his mother’s; in other words, he would most assuredly have fallen dead upon the king’s highway. But the turnpike-man gave him a meal of bread and cheese; and the old lady, who had a shipwrecked grandson wandering barefoot in some distant part of the earth, took pity upon the poor orphan, and gave him what little she could afford - and more - with such kind and gentle words, and such tears of sympathy and compassion, that they sank deeper into Oliver’s soul, than all the sufferings he had ever undergone.

Early on the seventh morning after he had left his native place, Oliver limped slowly into the little town of Barnet. The window-shutters were closed; the street was empty; not a soul had awakened to the business of the day. The sun was rising in all its splendid beauty; but the light only served to show the boy his own lonesomeness and desolation, as he sat, with bleeding feet and covered with dust, upon a door-step.

By degrees, the shutters were opened; the window-blinds were drawn up; and people began passing to and fro. Some few stopped to gaze at Oliver for a moment or two, or turned round to stare at him as they hurried by; but none relieved him, or troubled themselves to inquire how he came there. He had no heart to beg. And there he sat.

Português → He had been crouching on the step for some time: wondering at the great number of public-houses (every other house in Barnet was a tavern, large or small), gazing listlessly at the coaches as they passed through, and thinking how strange it seemed that they could do, with ease, in a few hours, what it had taken him a whole week of courage and determination beyond his years to accomplish: when he was roused by observing that a boy, who had passed him carelessly some minutes before, had returned, and was now surveying him most earnestly from the opposite side of the way. He took little heed of this at first; but the boy remained in the same attitude of close observation so long, that Oliver raised his head, and returned his steady look. Upon this, the boy crossed over; and walking close up to Oliver, said,

“Hullo, my covey! What’s the row?”

The boy who addressed this inquiry to the young wayfarer, was about his own age: but one of the queerest looking boys that Oliver had even seen. He was a snub-nosed, flat-browed, common-faced boy enough; and as dirty a juvenile as one would wish to see; but he had about him all the airs and manners of a man. He was short of his age: with rather bow-legs, and little, sharp, ugly eyes. His hat was stuck on the top of his head so lightly, that it threatened to fall off every moment - and would have done so, very often, if the wearer had not had a knack of every now and then giving his head a sudden twitch, which brought it back to its old place again. He wore a man’s coat, which reached nearly to his heels. He had turned the cuffs back, half-way up his arm, to get his hands out of the sleeves: apparently with the ultimate view of thrusting them into the pockets of his corduroy trousers; for there he kept them. He was, altogether, as roystering and swaggering a young gentleman as ever stood four feet six, or something less, in the bluchers.

Português → “Hullo, my covey! What’s the row?” said this strange young gentleman to Oliver.

“I am very hungry and tired,” replied Oliver: the tears standing in his eyes as he spoke. “I have walked a long way. I have been walking these seven days.”

“Walking for sivin days!” said the young gentleman. “Oh, I see. Beak’s order, eh? But,” he added, noticing Oliver’s look of surprise, “I suppose you don’t know what a beak is, my flash com-pan-i-on.”

Oliver mildly replied, that he had always heard a bird’s mouth described by the term in question.

“My eyes, how green!” exclaimed the young gentleman. “Why, a beak’s a madgst’rate; and when you walk by a beak’s order, it’s not straight forerd, but always agoing up, and niver a coming down agin. Was you never on the mill?”

“What mill?” inquired Oliver.

“What mill! Why, _the_ mill - the mill as takes up so little room that it’ll work inside a Stone Jug; and always goes better when the wind’s low with people, than when it’s high; acos then they can’t get workmen. But come,” said the young gentleman; “you want grub, and you shall have it. I’m at low-water-mark myself - only one bob and a magpie; but, as far as it goes, I’ll fork out and stump. Up with you on your pins. There! Now then! Morrice!”

Português → Assisting Oliver to rise, the young gentleman took him to an adjacent chandler’s shop, where he purchased a sufficiency of ready-dressed ham and a half-quartern loaf, or, as he himself expressed it, “a fourpenny bran!” the ham being kept clean and preserved from dust, by the ingenious expedient of making a hole in the loaf by pulling out a portion of the crumb, and stuffing it therein. Taking the bread under his arm, the young gentleman turned into a small public-house, and led the way to a tap-room in the rear of the premises. Here, a pot of beer was brought in, by direction of the mysterious youth; and Oliver, falling to, at his new friend’s bidding, made a long and hearty meal, during the progress of which the strange boy eyed him from time to time with great attention.

“Going to London?” said the strange boy, when Oliver had at length concluded.

“Yes.”

“Got any lodgings?”

“No.”

“Money?”

“No.”

The strange boy whistled; and put his arms into his pockets, as far as the big coat-sleeves would let them go.

“Do you live in London?” inquired Oliver.

“Yes. I do, when I’m at home,” replied the boy. “I suppose you want some place to sleep in tonight, don’t you?”

“I do, indeed,” answered Oliver. “I have not slept under a roof since I left the country.”

“Don’t fret your eyelids on that score,” said the young gentleman. “I’ve got to be in London tonight; and I know a ’spectable old gentleman as lives there, wot’ll give you lodgings for nothink, and never ask for the change - that is, if any gentleman he knows interduces you. And don’t he know me? Oh, no! Not in the least! By no means. Certainly not!”

Português → The young gentleman smiled, as if to intimate that the latter fragments of discourse were playfully ironical; and finished the beer as he did so.

This unexpected offer of shelter was too tempting to be resisted; especially as it was immediately followed up, by the assurance that the old gentleman referred to, would doubtless provide Oliver with a comfortable place, without loss of time. This led to a more friendly and confidential dialogue; from which Oliver discovered that his friend’s name was Jack Dawkins, and that he was a peculiar pet and _protégé_ of the elderly gentleman before mentioned.

Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Under this impression, he secretly resolved to cultivate the good opinion of the old gentleman as quickly as possible; and, if he found the Dodger incorrigible, as he more than half suspected he should, to decline the honour of his farther acquaintance.

As John Dawkins objected to their entering London before nightfall, it was nearly eleven o’clock when they reached the turnpike at Islington. They crossed from the Angel into St. John’s Road; struck down the small street which terminates at Sadler’s Wells Theatre; through Exmouth Street and Coppice Row; down the little court by the side of the workhouse; across the classic ground which once bore the name of Hockley-in-the-Hole; thence into Little Saffron Hill; and so into Saffron Hill the Great: along which the Dodger scudded at a rapid pace, directing Oliver to follow close at his heels.

Português → Although Oliver had enough to occupy his attention in keeping sight of his leader, he could not help bestowing a few hasty glances on either side of the way, as he passed along. A dirtier or more wretched place he had never seen. The street was very narrow and muddy, and the air was impregnated with filthy odours.

There were a good many small shops; but the only stock in trade appeared to be heaps of children, who, even at that time of night, were crawling in and out at the doors, or screaming from the inside. The sole places that seemed to prosper amid the general blight of the place, were the public-houses; and in them, the lowest orders of Irish were wrangling with might and main. Covered ways and yards, which here and there diverged from the main street, disclosed little knots of houses, where drunken men and women were positively wallowing in filth; and from several of the door-ways, great ill-looking fellows were cautiously emerging, bound, to all appearance, on no very well-disposed or harmless errands.

Oliver was just considering whether he hadn’t better run away, when they reached the bottom of the hill. His conductor, catching him by the arm, pushed open the door of a house near Field Lane; and drawing him into the passage, closed it behind them.

“Now, then!” cried a voice from below, in reply to a whistle from the Dodger.

“Plummy and slam!” was the reply.

Português → This seemed to be some watchword or signal that all was right; for the light of a feeble candle gleamed on the wall at the remote end of the passage; and a man’s face peeped out, from where a balustrade of the old kitchen staircase had been broken away.

“There’s two on you,” said the man, thrusting the candle farther out, and shielding his eyes with his hand. “Who’s the t’other one?”

“A new pal,” replied Jack Dawkins, pulling Oliver forward.

“Where did he come from?”

“Greenland. Is Fagin upstairs?”

“Yes, he’s a sortin’ the wipes. Up with you!” The candle was drawn back, and the face disappeared.

Oliver, groping his way with one hand, and having the other firmly grasped by his companion, ascended with much difficulty the dark and broken stairs: which his conductor mounted with an ease and expedition that showed he was well acquainted with them.

He threw open the door of a back-room, and drew Oliver in after him.

Português → The walls and ceiling of the room were perfectly black with age and dirt. There was a deal table before the fire: upon which were a candle, stuck in a ginger-beer bottle, two or three pewter pots, a loaf and butter, and a plate. In a frying-pan, which was on the fire, and which was secured to the mantelshelf by a string, some sausages were cooking; and standing over them, with a toasting-fork in his hand, was a very old shrivelled Jew, whose villainous-looking and repulsive face was obscured by a quantity of matted red hair. He was dressed in a greasy flannel gown, with his throat bare; and seemed to be dividing his attention between the frying-pan and the clothes-horse, over which a great number of silk handkerchiefs were hanging. Several rough beds made of old sacks, were huddled side by side on the floor. Seated round the table were four or five boys, none older than the Dodger, smoking long clay pipes, and drinking spirits with the air of middle-aged men. These all crowded about their associate as he whispered a few words to the Jew; and then turned round and grinned at Oliver. So did the Jew himself, toasting-fork in hand.

“This is him, Fagin,” said Jack Dawkins; “my friend Oliver Twist.”

The Jew grinned; and, making a low obeisance to Oliver, took him by the hand, and hoped he should have the honour of his intimate acquaintance. Upon this, the young gentleman with the pipes came round him, and shook both his hands very hard - especially the one in which he held his little bundle. One young gentleman was very anxious to hang up his cap for him; and another was so obliging as to put his hands in his pockets, in order that, as he was very tired, he might not have the trouble of emptying them, himself, when he went to bed. These civilities would probably be extended much farther, but for a liberal exercise of the Jew’s toasting-fork on the heads and shoulders of the affectionate youths who offered them.

Português → “We are very glad to see you, Oliver, very,” said the Jew. “Dodger, take off the sausages; and draw a tub near the fire for Oliver. Ah, you’re a-staring at the pocket-handkerchiefs! eh, my dear? There are a good many of ’em, ain’t there? We’ve just looked ’em out, ready for the wash; that’s all, Oliver; that’s all. Ha! ha! ha!”

The latter part of this speech, was hailed by a boisterous shout from all the hopeful pupils of the merry old gentleman. In the midst of which they went to supper.

Oliver ate his share, and the Jew then mixed him a glass of hot gin and water, telling him he must drink it off directly, because another gentleman wanted the tumbler. Oliver did as he was desired. Immediately afterwards he felt himself gently lifted on to one of the sacks; and then he sunk into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER IX. Containing Further Particulars Concerning the Pleasant Old Gentleman, and His Hopeful Pupils

Português → It was late next morning when Oliver awoke, from a sound, long sleep. There was no other person in the room but the old Jew, who was boiling some coffee in a saucepan for breakfast, and whistling softly to himself as he stirred it round and round, with an iron spoon. He would stop every now and then to listen when there was the least noise below: and when he had satisfied himself, he would go on whistling and stirring again, as before.

Although Oliver had roused himself from sleep, he was not thoroughly awake. There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you, than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed, and your senses wrapt in perfect unconsciousness. At such time, a mortal knows just enough of what his mind is doing, to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers, its bounding from earth and spurning time and space, when freed from the restraint of its corporeal associate.

Oliver was precisely in this condition. He saw the Jew with his half-closed eyes; heard his low whistling; and recognised the sound of the spoon grating against the saucepan’s sides: and yet the self-same senses were mentally engaged, at the same time, in busy action with almost everybody he had ever known.

When the coffee was done, the Jew drew the saucepan to the hob. Standing, then in an irresolute attitude for a few minutes, as if he did not well know how to employ himself, he turned round and looked at Oliver, and called him by his name. He did not answer, and was to all appearances asleep.

Português → After satisfying himself upon this head, the Jew stepped gently to the door: which he fastened. He then drew forth: as it seemed to Oliver, from some trap in the floor: a small box, which he placed carefully on the table. His eyes glistened as he raised the lid, and looked in. Dragging an old chair to the table, he sat down; and took from it a magnificent gold watch, sparkling with jewels.

“Aha!” said the Jew, shrugging up his shoulders, and distorting every feature with a hideous grin. “Clever dogs! Clever dogs! Staunch to the last! Never told the old parson where they were. Never poached upon old Fagin! And why should they? It wouldn’t have loosened the knot, or kept the drop up, a minute longer. No, no, no! Fine fellows! Fine fellows!”

With these, and other muttered reflections of the like nature, the Jew once more deposited the watch in its place of safety. At least half a dozen more were severally drawn forth from the same box, and surveyed with equal pleasure; besides rings, brooches, bracelets, and other articles of jewellery, of such magnificent materials, and costly workmanship, that Oliver had no idea, even of their names.

Having replaced these trinkets, the Jew took out another: so small that it lay in the palm of his hand. There seemed to be some very minute inscription on it; for the Jew laid it flat upon the table, and shading it with his hand, pored over it, long and earnestly. At length he put it down, as if despairing of success; and, leaning back in his chair, muttered:

Português → “What a fine thing capital punishment is! Dead men never repent; dead men never bring awkward stories to light. Ah, it’s a fine thing for the trade! Five of ’em strung up in a row, and none left to play booty, or turn white-livered!”

As the Jew uttered these words, his bright dark eyes, which had been staring vacantly before him, fell on Oliver’s face; the boy’s eyes were fixed on his in mute curiousity; and although the recognition was only for an instant - for the briefest space of time that can possibly be conceived - it was enough to show the old man that he had been observed.

He closed the lid of the box with a loud crash; and, laying his hand on a bread knife which was on the table, started furiously up. He trembled very much though; for, even in his terror, Oliver could see that the knife quivered in the air.

“What’s that?” said the Jew. “What do you watch me for? Why are you awake? What have you seen? Speak out, boy! Quick - quick! for your life.”

“I wasn’t able to sleep any longer, sir,” replied Oliver, meekly. “I am very sorry if I have disturbed you, sir.”

Português → “You were not awake an hour ago?” said the Jew, scowling fiercely on the boy.

“No! No, indeed!” replied Oliver.

“Are you sure?” cried the Jew: with a still fiercer look than before: and a threatening attitude.

“Upon my word I was not, sir,” replied Oliver, earnestly. “I was not, indeed, sir.”

“Tush, tush, my dear!” said the Jew, abruptly resuming his old manner, and playing with the knife a little, before he laid it down; as if to induce the belief that he had caught it up, in mere sport. “Of course I know that, my dear. I only tried to frighten you. You’re a brave boy. Ha! ha! you’re a brave boy, Oliver.” The Jew rubbed his hands with a chuckle, but glanced uneasily at the box, notwithstanding.

“Did you see any of these pretty things, my dear?” said the Jew, laying his hand upon it after a short pause.

“Yes, sir,” replied Oliver.

“Ah!” said the Jew, turning rather pale. “They - they’re mine, Oliver; my little property. All I have to live upon, in my old age. The folks call me a miser, my dear. Only a miser; that’s all.”

Português → Oliver thought the old gentleman must be a decided miser to live in such a dirty place, with so many watches; but, thinking that perhaps his fondness for the Dodger and the other boys, cost him a good deal of money, he only cast a deferential look at the Jew, and asked if he might get up.

“Certainly, my dear, certainly,” replied the old gentleman. “Stay. There’s a pitcher of water in the corner by the door. Bring it here; and I’ll give you a basin to wash in, my dear.”

Oliver got up; walked across the room; and stooped for an instant to raise the pitcher. When he turned his head, the box was gone.

He had scarcely washed himself, and made everything tidy, by emptying the basin out of the window, agreeably to the Jew’s directions, when the Dodger returned: accompanied by a very sprightly young friend, whom Oliver had seen smoking on the previous night, and who was now formally introduced to him as Charley Bates. The four sat down, to breakfast, on the coffee, and some hot rolls and ham which the Dodger had brought home in the crown of his hat.

“Well,” said the Jew, glancing slyly at Oliver, and addressing himself to the Dodger, “I hope you’ve been at work this morning, my dears?”

Português → “Hard,” replied the Dodger.

“As nails,” added Charley Bates.

“Good boys, good boys!” said the Jew. “What have you got, Dodger?”

“A couple of pocket-books,” replied that young gentleman.

“Lined?” inquired the Jew, with eagerness.

“Pretty well,” replied the Dodger, producing two pocket-books; one green, and the other red.

“Not so heavy as they might be,” said the Jew, after looking at the insides carefully; “but very neat and nicely made. Ingenious workman, ain’t he, Oliver?”

“Very indeed, sir,” said Oliver. At which Mr. Charles Bates laughed uproariously; very much to the amazement of Oliver, who saw nothing to laugh at, in anything that had passed.

“And what have you got, my dear?” said Fagin to Charley Bates.

“Wipes,” replied Master Bates; at the same time producing four pocket-handkerchiefs.

“Well,” said the Jew, inspecting them closely; “they’re very good ones, very. You haven’t marked them well, though, Charley; so the marks shall be picked out with a needle, and we’ll teach Oliver how to do it. Shall us, Oliver, eh? Ha! ha! ha!”

“If you please, sir,” said Oliver.

“You’d like to be able to make pocket-handkerchiefs as easy as Charley Bates, wouldn’t you, my dear?” said the Jew.

Português → “Very much, indeed, if you’ll teach me, sir,” replied Oliver.

Master Bates saw something so exquisitely ludicrous in this reply, that he burst into another laugh; which laugh, meeting the coffee he was drinking, and carrying it down some wrong channel, very nearly terminated in his premature suffocation.

“He is so jolly green!” said Charley when he recovered, as an apology to the company for his unpolite behaviour.

The Dodger said nothing, but he smoothed Oliver’s hair over his eyes, and said he’d know better, by and by; upon which the old gentleman, observing Oliver’s colour mounting, changed the subject by asking whether there had been much of a crowd at the execution that morning? This made him wonder more and more; for it was plain from the replies of the two boys that they had both been there; and Oliver naturally wondered how they could possibly have found time to be so very industrious.

When the breakfast was cleared away; the merry old gentleman and the two boys played at a very curious and uncommon game, which was performed in this way. The merry old gentleman, placing a snuff-box in one pocket of his trousers, a note-case in the other, and a watch in his waistcoat pocket, with a guard-chain round his neck, and sticking a mock diamond pin in his shirt: buttoned his coat tight round him, and putting his spectacle-case and handkerchief in his pockets, trotted up and down the room with a stick, in imitation of the manner in which old gentlemen walk about the streets any hour in the day. Sometimes he stopped at the fire-place, and sometimes at the door, making believe that he was staring with all his might into shop-windows. At such times, he would look constantly round him, for fear of thieves, and would keep slapping all his pockets in turn, to see that he hadn’t lost anything, in such a very funny and natural manner, that Oliver laughed till the tears ran down his face. All this time, the two boys followed him closely about: getting out of his sight, so nimbly, every time he turned round, that it was impossible to follow their motions. At last, the Dodger trod upon his toes, or ran upon his boot accidently, while Charley Bates stumbled up against him behind; and in that one moment they took from him, with the most extraordinary rapidity, snuff-box, note-case, watch-guard, chain, shirt-pin, pocket-handkerchief, even the spectacle-case. If the old gentleman felt a hand in any one of his pockets, he cried out where it was; and then the game began all over again.

Português → When this game had been played a great many times, a couple of young ladies called to see the young gentleman; one of whom was named Bet, and the other Nancy. They wore a good deal of hair, not very neatly turned up behind, and were rather untidy about the shoes and stockings. They were not exactly pretty, perhaps; but they had a great deal of colour in their faces, and looked quite stout and hearty. Being remarkably free and agreeable in their manners, Oliver thought them very nice girls indeed, as there is no doubt they were.

The visitors stopped a long time. Spirits were produced, in consequence of one of the young ladies complaining of a coldness in her inside; and the conversation took a very convivial and improving turn. At length, Charley Bates expressed his opinion that it was time to pad the hoof. This, it occurred to Oliver, must be French for going out; for directly afterwards, the Dodger, and Charley, and the two young ladies, went away together, having been kindly furnished by the amiable old Jew with money to spend.

“There, my dear,” said Fagin. “That’s a pleasant life, isn’t it? They have gone out for the day.”

“Have they done work, sir?” inquired Oliver.

“Yes,” said the Jew; “that is, unless they should unexpectedly come across any, when they are out; and they won’t neglect it, if they do, my dear, depend upon it. Make ’em your models, my dear. Make ’em your models,” tapping the fire-shovel on the hearth to add force to his words; “do everything they bid you, and take their advice in all matters - especially the Dodger’s, my dear. He’ll be a great man himself, and will make you one too, if you take pattern by him. - Is my handkerchief hanging out of my pocket, my dear?” said the Jew, stopping short.

Português → “Yes, sir,” said Oliver.

“See if you can take it out, without my feeling it; as you saw them do, when we were at play this morning.”

Oliver held up the bottom of the pocket with one hand, as he had seen the Dodger hold it, and drew the handkerchief lightly out of it with the other.

“Is it gone?” cried the Jew.

“Here it is, sir,” said Oliver, showing it in his hand.

“You’re a clever boy, my dear,” said the playful old gentleman, patting Oliver on the head approvingly. “I never saw a sharper lad. Here’s a shilling for you. If you go on, in this way, you’ll be the greatest man of the time. And now come here, and I’ll show you how to take the marks out of the handkerchiefs.”

Oliver wondered what picking the old gentleman’s pocket in play, had to do with his chances of being a great man. But, thinking that the Jew, being so much his senior, must know best, he followed him quietly to the table, and was soon deeply involved in his new study.

CHAPTER X. OLIVER BECOMES BETTER ACQUAINTED WITH THE CHARACTERS OF HIS NEW ASSOCIATES; AND PURCHASES EXPERIENCE AT A HIGH PRICE. BEING A SHORT, BUT VERY IMPORTANT CHAPTER, IN THIS HISTORY

Português → For many days, Oliver remained in the Jew’s room, picking the marks out of the pocket-handkerchief, (of which a great number were brought home,) and sometimes taking part in the game already described: which the two boys and the Jew played, regularly, every morning. At length, he began to languish for fresh air, and took many occasions of earnestly entreating the old gentleman to allow him to go out to work with his two companions.

Oliver was rendered the more anxious to be actively employed, by what he had seen of the stern morality of the old gentleman’s character. Whenever the Dodger or Charley Bates came home at night, empty-handed, he would expatiate with great vehemence on the misery of idle and lazy habits; and would enforce upon them the necessity of an active life, by sending them supperless to bed. On one occasion, indeed, he even went so far as to knock them both down a flight of stairs; but this was carrying out his virtuous precepts to an unusual extent.

At length, one morning, Oliver obtained the permission he had so eagerly sought. There had been no handkerchiefs to work upon, for two or three days, and the dinners had been rather meagre. Perhaps these were reasons for the old gentleman’s giving his assent; but, whether they were or no, he told Oliver he might go, and placed him under the joint guardianship of Charley Bates, and his friend the Dodger.

Versão em Português B1

Páginas Iniciais

2. CAPÍTULO I. Trata do Lugar Onde Oliver Twist Nasceu e das Circunstâncias Que Acompanharam Seu Nascimento

3. CAPÍTULO II. Trata do Crescimento, da Educação e do Sustento de Oliver Twist

4. CAPÍTULO III. Relata Como Oliver Twist Esteve Muito Perto de Conseguir Uma Ocupação Que não Teria Sido Uma Sinecura

5. CAPÍTULO IV. Oliver, Ao Receber a Oferta de Outra Ocupação, Faz Sua Primeira Entrada na Vida Pública

6. CAPÍTULO V. Oliver Mistura-se a Novos Companheiros. Ao Ir a Um Funeral Pela Primeira Vez, Forma Uma Opinião Desfavorável Sobre o Ofício de Seu Patrão

7. CAPÍTULO VI. Oliver, Instigado Pelos Escárnios de Noah, Parte para a Ação e o Deixa Bastante Espantado

8. CAPÍTULO VII. Oliver Continua Rebelde

9. CAPÍTULO VIII. Oliver Caminha Até Londres. na Estrada, Encontra Um Tipo Estranho de Jovem Cavalheiro

10. CAPÍTULO IX. Contém Outros Pormenores Sobre o Agradável Velho Cavalheiro e Seus Promissores Pupilos

Contents

Páginas Iniciais

English → por Charles Dickens

Oliver Twist

OU A TRAJETÓRIA DO MENINO DA PARÓQUIA

por Charles Dickens

Sumário

I O nascimento de Oliver; II sua infância e educação; III-IV seus primeiros trabalhos; V-VII a vida com o agente funerário; VIII-X sua viagem a Londres e novos companheiros; XI-XII o magistrado e o Sr. Brownlow; XIII-XX novos conhecidos e os planos de Fagin; XXI-XXII a expedição e o assalto; XXIII-XXXI Sr. Bumble, Fagin, Monks e os novos amigos de Oliver; XXXII-XLI a vida mais feliz de Oliver e novas descobertas; XLII-XLVII o Dodger, Nancy e consequências fatais; XLVIII-LIII a fuga de Sikes, a perseguição, os mistérios explicados e a última noite de Fagin.

CAPÍTULO I. Trata do Lugar Onde Oliver Twist Nasceu e das Circunstâncias Que Acompanharam Seu Nascimento

English → Em uma cidade que não vou nomear, havia um asilo de pobres, como existia na maioria das cidades. Oliver Twist, a pessoa citada no título deste capítulo, nasceu ali em uma data que não importa para esta história.

Por muito tempo depois que o cirurgião da paróquia o trouxe a este mundo conturbado, ninguém sabia se o bebê viveria o bastante para receber um nome. Se tivesse morrido, esta história de vida provavelmente nunca teria aparecido, ou teria apenas duas páginas.

Nascer em um asilo de pobres não era sorte, mas, no caso de Oliver, talvez isso o tenha salvado. Ele tinha muita dificuldade para respirar e parecia perto da morte. Se parentes preocupados, enfermeiras e médicos o tivessem cercado, poderiam tê-lo matado rapidamente com seus cuidados. Em vez disso, estavam ali apenas uma velha pobre, tonta por causa da cerveja, e um cirurgião da paróquia. Oliver e a Natureza lutaram sozinhos. Depois de alguns esforços, ele respirou, espirrou e chorou alto, anunciando que a paróquia tinha um novo bebê para sustentar.

English → Quando Oliver mostrou que seus pulmões funcionavam, a colcha remendada sobre a cama de ferro se mexeu. Uma jovem pálida levantou fracamente o rosto do travesseiro e sussurrou: “Deixe-me ver a criança e morrer.”

O cirurgião estava aquecendo e esfregando as mãos junto ao fogo. Quando a jovem falou, ele se levantou, foi até a cama e respondeu com uma bondade inesperada:

“Ah, você ainda não deve falar em morrer.”

“Deus abençoe o coração dela, não!”, interrompeu a enfermeira, escondendo depressa uma garrafa verde cujo conteúdo vinha saboreando em um canto.

“Quando ela tiver vivido tanto quanto eu, senhor, e tiver tido treze filhos, todos mortos menos dois, e esses dois no asilo comigo, saberá que não deve agir assim. Pense no que significa ser mãe, querida.”

Essa visão do futuro de uma mãe não consolou a paciente. Ela balançou a cabeça e estendeu a mão para a criança.

English → O cirurgião colocou o bebê nos braços dela. Com os lábios frios e brancos, ela beijou com paixão a testa dele, tocou o próprio rosto, olhou ao redor desesperadamente, tremeu, caiu para trás e morreu. Esfregaram seu corpo, mas seu sangue havia parado para sempre. A esperança e o consolo chegaram tarde demais.

“Está tudo acabado, senhora...”, disse por fim o cirurgião.

“Ah, pobre querida, acabou mesmo!”, disse a enfermeira. Ao se abaixar para pegar a criança, também recolheu a rolha que caíra de sua garrafa verde. “Pobre querida!”

“Não me chame se a criança chorar”, disse o cirurgião, calçando lentamente as luvas. “Ela provavelmente dará trabalho. Dê-lhe um pouco de mingau.” À porta, acrescentou: “Era uma moça bonita. De onde veio?”

“Ela foi trazida para cá ontem à noite por ordem do supervisor”, respondeu a velha. “Encontraram-na caída na rua. Os sapatos gastos mostravam que havia caminhado muito, mas ninguém sabe de onde veio nem para onde ia.”

English → O cirurgião se inclinou sobre o corpo e levantou a mão esquerda dela. “A velha história”, disse, balançando a cabeça. “Nenhuma aliança. Boa noite!”

O médico foi embora para jantar. A enfermeira bebeu novamente da garrafa verde, sentou-se em uma cadeira baixa junto ao fogo e começou a vestir o bebê.

As roupas logo mostraram o lugar de Oliver na sociedade. Enrolado apenas em um cobertor, ele poderia ser filho de um nobre ou de um mendigo. Porém, depois de vestido com roupas velhas e amareladas, ficou claramente marcado como órfão da paróquia e criança do asilo: um criado faminto que seria espancado, desprezado por todos e lamentado por ninguém.

Oliver chorou alto. Se soubesse que era órfão e estava entregue à misericórdia dos funcionários da paróquia, talvez tivesse chorado ainda mais.

CAPÍTULO II. Trata do Crescimento, da Educação e do Sustento de Oliver Twist

English → Nos oito ou dez meses seguintes, Oliver foi maltratado e alimentado à mão. O asilo não tinha nenhuma mulher que pudesse amamentá-lo, por isso a paróquia o enviou para uma casa menor, a cinco quilômetros dali. Lá, vinte ou trinta crianças pobres recebiam pouca comida e pouca roupa sob os cuidados da Sra. Mann. A paróquia lhe pagava sete pence e meio por criança a cada semana. Ela, muito esperta, ficava com a maior parte do dinheiro e dava às crianças ainda menos do que a pequena quantia destinada a elas.

Certa vez, um filósofo tentou ensinar um cavalo a viver sem comida. Reduziu sua refeição a um pedaço de palha por dia, mas o cavalo morreu pouco antes de passar a viver de ar. O sistema da Sra. Mann dava resultados parecidos. Justamente quando uma criança aprendia a sobreviver com quase nada, muitas vezes adoecia de fome e frio, caía no fogo por abandono ou era sufocada por acidente. A pobre criança então morria e se juntava aos pais que nunca conhecera.

English → Às vezes, uma criança morria de um modo que provocava uma investigação oficial. Um júri podia fazer perguntas difíceis, ou os moradores podiam assinar uma reclamação. Mas o cirurgião e o bedel logo encerravam o problema: o cirurgião afirmava não encontrar nada no corpo morto, e o bedel sempre dizia o que a paróquia queria. O conselho também fazia visitas regulares, mas avisava a Sra. Mann no dia anterior. As crianças pareciam limpas e arrumadas durante cada visita, e os funcionários não exigiam mais nada.

Esse sistema não podia produzir crianças saudáveis. Em seu nono aniversário, Oliver era pálido, magro e muito pequeno. Mesmo assim, tinha um espírito forte, talvez porque houvesse tanto espaço vazio dentro dele. Passou o aniversário trancado no depósito de carvão com outros dois meninos. Eles haviam sido espancados e presos por ousarem sentir fome. Então a Sra. Mann viu de repente o Sr. Bumble, o bedel, tentando abrir o portão do jardim.

English → “Meu Deus! É o senhor, Sr. Bumble?”, chamou a Sra. Mann da janela, fingindo estar encantada. Em voz baixa, mandou Susan levar Oliver e os outros dois meninos para cima e lavá-los. Depois recebeu o Sr. Bumble em voz alta.

O Sr. Bumble era gordo e irritava-se com facilidade. Em vez de responder à calorosa saudação, sacudiu violentamente o pequeno portão e o chutou com toda a autoridade de um bedel.

Depois que os meninos foram retirados, a Sra. Mann correu para fora. “Imagine só! Esqueci que havia trancado o portão por dentro por causa dessas queridas crianças. Entre, por favor, Sr. Bumble.”

Seu convite veio acompanhado de uma reverência respeitosa que talvez amolecesse o coração de um funcionário da igreja, mas não acalmou o bedel.

Segurando a bengala, o Sr. Bumble perguntou se era respeitoso ou correto deixar um funcionário da paróquia esperando no portão quando vinha tratar de assuntos oficiais. Lembrou à Sra. Mann que ela era uma representante paga da paróquia.

English → A Sra. Mann respondeu humildemente que apenas estava contando a uma ou duas das queridas crianças, que gostavam tanto dele, que ele estava chegando.

O Sr. Bumble tinha uma opinião elevada sobre sua capacidade de falar e sua importância. Havia mostrado a primeira e defendido a segunda, por isso relaxou.

“Bem, Sra. Mann”, disse ele com mais calma, “talvez seja verdade. Leve-me para dentro, pois vim a negócios e tenho algo a dizer.”

A Sra. Mann levou o bedel a uma saleta com piso de tijolos, ofereceu-lhe uma cadeira e colocou seu chapéu e sua bengala sobre a mesa. O Sr. Bumble enxugou o suor da testa, olhou com orgulho para o chapéu e sorriu. Bedéis são apenas homens, e o Sr. Bumble sorriu.

Com doçura, a Sra. Mann pediu que ele não se ofendesse. Como havia caminhado muito, ofereceu-lhe uma pequena bebida.

“Nem uma gota”, disse o Sr. Bumble, agitando a mão direita com dignidade tranquila.

English → A Sra. Mann entendeu o tom e o gesto da recusa. “Acho que vai aceitar. Só um pouquinho, com água fria e um pedaço de açúcar.”

O Sr. Bumble tossiu.

“Só um pouquinho”, disse a Sra. Mann de modo persuasivo.

“O que é?”, perguntou o bedel.

Abrindo um armário e tirando uma garrafa e um copo, a Sra. Mann explicou que precisava guardar um pouco para o remédio dos bebês quando adoeciam. “É gim. Não vou enganá-lo, Sr. Bumble. É gim.”

Observando-a preparar a bebida, Bumble perguntou: “A senhora dá esse remédio às crianças, Sra. Mann?”

“Sim, Deus as abençoe, embora seja caro”, respondeu a enfermeira. “Eu não suportaria vê-las sofrer diante dos meus olhos.”

O Sr. Bumble concordou que ela era uma mulher bondosa. Quando ela pousou o copo, ele prometeu mencionar sua bondade ao conselho. Puxou a bebida para perto, mexeu-a, brindou à saúde da Sra. Mann e engoliu metade.

English → Tirando do bolso um caderno de couro, o bedel passou aos negócios. Disse que a criança parcialmente batizada como Oliver Twist completava nove anos naquele dia.

“Deus o abençoe!”, interrompeu a Sra. Mann, esfregando o olho esquerdo com a ponta do avental.

Bumble disse que, mesmo depois de oferecer uma recompensa de dez libras, mais tarde aumentada para vinte, e de fazer esforços extraordinários, a paróquia nunca descobrira quem era o pai de Oliver nem o lar, o nome ou a posição social de sua mãe.

A Sra. Mann levantou as mãos, surpresa. Depois de pensar por um momento, perguntou: “Então como ele recebeu um nome?”

O bedel se endireitou com orgulho e disse: “Eu o inventei.”

“O senhor, Sr. Bumble?”

“Sim, Sra. Mann. Damos nomes às crianças abandonadas em ordem alfabética. O último nome começava com S, então o chamei de Swubble. Este precisava de T, então o chamei de Twist. Os próximos dois serão Unwin e Vilkins. Tenho nomes prontos até o fim do alfabeto e posso recomeçar depois do Z.”

English → “Ora, o senhor é um verdadeiro homem das letras!”, disse a Sra. Mann.

Satisfeito com o elogio, o bedel concordou que talvez fosse. Terminou o gim com água e disse que Oliver estava velho demais para ficar ali. O conselho decidira levá-lo de volta ao asilo, e Bumble viera buscá-lo. Exigiu ver Oliver imediatamente.

A Sra. Mann saiu para buscá-lo. Alguém removeu do rosto e das mãos de Oliver o máximo da grossa camada de sujeira que uma única lavagem permitia. Então sua bondosa protetora o levou para a sala.

“Faça uma reverência ao cavalheiro, Oliver”, disse a Sra. Mann.

Oliver fez uma reverência, em parte para o bedel na cadeira e em parte para o chapéu oficial sobre a mesa.

“Você virá comigo, Oliver?”, perguntou o Sr. Bumble com voz majestosa.

Oliver estava prestes a dizer que iria de bom grado com qualquer pessoa. Então viu a Sra. Mann atrás da cadeira do bedel, sacudindo o punho com raiva. Entendeu o aviso, pois aquele punho atingira seu corpo vezes demais para que pudesse esquecê-lo.

English → “Ela virá comigo?”, perguntou o pobre Oliver.

“Não, ela não pode”, respondeu o Sr. Bumble. “Mas irá visitá-lo às vezes.”

Isso não consolou Oliver, mas ele era esperto o bastante para fingir que lamentava muito partir. A fome e os espancamentos recentes facilitavam as lágrimas. A Sra. Mann o abraçou muitas vezes e lhe deu algo de que precisava mais: pão com manteiga, para que não parecesse faminto demais no asilo. Com o boné da paróquia e o pão na mão, Oliver partiu com o Sr. Bumble. Nenhuma palavra ou olhar bondoso jamais iluminara aquela casa terrível, mas ele chorou profundamente quando o portão se fechou. As crianças infelizes dali eram os únicos amigos que conhecia, e pela primeira vez ele se sentiu sozinho no vasto mundo.

O Sr. Bumble caminhava com passos largos enquanto o pequeno Oliver segurava com força sua manga de borda dourada e corria ao lado dele. A cada quarto de milha, Oliver perguntava se estavam quase chegando. Bumble respondia de modo curto e ríspido. A bondade provocada pelo gim com água havia desaparecido, e ele era novamente um bedel.

English → Oliver estava no asilo havia menos de quinze minutos e mal terminara uma segunda fatia de pão quando o Sr. Bumble voltou. Disse que era noite de reunião e que o conselho queria que Oliver comparecesse diante dele imediatamente.

Oliver não entendia o que era um “conselho” vivo, por isso a notícia o confundiu. Antes que pudesse decidir se ria ou chorava, o Sr. Bumble bateu em sua cabeça e nas costas com a bengala e mandou que o seguisse. Levou Oliver a uma grande sala branca onde oito ou dez cavalheiros gordos estavam sentados em torno de uma mesa. Um homem especialmente gordo, de rosto redondo e vermelho, ocupava uma cadeira mais alta na cabeceira.

“Faça uma reverência ao conselho”, disse Bumble. Oliver enxugou algumas lágrimas. Como a única tábua que via era a mesa, por sorte fez uma reverência a ela.

“Qual é o seu nome, menino?”, perguntou o cavalheiro na cadeira alta.

English → Os muitos cavalheiros assustaram Oliver e o fizeram tremer. Outra pancada do bedel o fez chorar, por isso respondeu muito baixo e com hesitação. Um cavalheiro de colete branco o chamou de tolo, o que não ajudou em nada a fazê-lo se sentir melhor.

“Menino”, disse o cavalheiro na cadeira alta, “escute-me. Imagino que saiba que é órfão.”

“O que é isso, senhor?”, perguntou o pobre Oliver.

“O menino é um tolo, como eu pensava”, disse o cavalheiro de colete branco.

“Silêncio!”, disse o primeiro cavalheiro. “Você sabe que não tem pai nem mãe e que foi criado pela paróquia, não sabe?”

“Sim, senhor”, respondeu Oliver, chorando amargamente.

O cavalheiro de colete branco perguntou por que ele estava chorando, como se o menino não tivesse motivo algum.

Outro cavalheiro falou com voz áspera. Esperava que Oliver rezasse todas as noites pelas pessoas que o alimentavam e cuidavam dele, como deveria fazer um cristão.

English → “Sim, senhor”, disse o menino, nervoso. O cavalheiro estava certo por acaso: rezar por aquelas pessoas teria sido um ato muito cristão. Mas Oliver nunca fizera isso porque ninguém o ensinara a rezar.

O cavalheiro de rosto vermelho na cadeira alta disse a Oliver que ele fora levado ali para receber educação e aprender um ofício útil.

O homem hostil de colete branco acrescentou que Oliver começaria a desfazer cordas velhas às seis da manhã seguinte.

Por ordem do bedel, Oliver fez uma reverência para agradecer por essas duas “bênçãos”. Depois o levaram depressa a um grande dormitório, onde chorou até adormecer numa cama dura. Que leis bondosas tinha a Inglaterra: até permitiam que os pobres dormissem!

O pobre Oliver dormia sem saber que naquele dia o conselho tomara uma decisão que afetaria profundamente todo o seu futuro. Esta era a decisão:

English → Os membros do conselho se consideravam pensadores sábios. Decidiram que os pobres gostavam do asilo porque ele oferecia refeições grátis e nenhum trabalho. Para acabar com esse suposto prazer, deram às pessoas uma escolha: morrer de fome lentamente dentro do asilo ou rapidamente fora dele. Forneciam água ilimitada, mas pouca aveia: três tigelas de mingau ralo por dia, duas cebolas por semana e meio pãozinho aos domingos. Também separavam maridos e esposas pobres. Como qualquer ajuda exigia entrar no asilo e comer seu mingau, o medo mantinha muitas pessoas afastadas.

Durante os primeiros seis meses depois da chegada de Oliver, o novo sistema funcionou plenamente. No começo, custou mais porque o agente funerário teve mais trabalho, e as roupas dos internos precisaram ser apertadas quando seus corpos emagreceram após semanas de mingau. Logo o número de pessoas no asilo diminuiu, e o conselho ficou encantado.

English → Os meninos comiam em um grande salão de pedra. Na hora das refeições, o mestre e duas mulheres serviam mingau de uma grande panela. Cada menino recebia uma tigela pequena e nada mais, exceto em dias especiais, quando também ganhava um pouco de pão. Eles raspavam as tigelas até brilharem, olhavam famintos para a panela e chupavam os dedos procurando gotas de comida. Depois de três meses de fome lenta, ficaram desesperados. Um menino alto avisou que, sem outra tigela por dia, talvez comesse a criança fraca ao lado. Os demais acreditaram. Sortearam quem pediria mais ao mestre, e Oliver foi escolhido.

Naquela noite, os meninos ocuparam seus lugares. O mestre ficou junto à panela, com os ajudantes atrás dele. Serviram o mingau e fizeram uma longa oração sobre a pequena refeição. Depois de comer, os meninos sussurraram e fizeram sinais para Oliver, enquanto os que estavam ao lado o empurravam para a frente. Desesperado de fome e sofrimento, Oliver se levantou. Com a tigela e a colher nas mãos, aproximou-se do mestre e falou, assustado com a própria coragem:

English → “Por favor, senhor, quero mais um pouco.”

O mestre era gordo e saudável, mas ficou muito pálido. Durante vários segundos, encarou o pequeno rebelde em completo espanto e depois se apoiou na panela. Seus ajudantes não conseguiam se mexer de surpresa, e os meninos estavam apavorados.

“O quê?”, disse por fim o mestre, com voz fraca.

“Por favor, senhor”, repetiu Oliver, “quero mais um pouco.”

O mestre tentou atingir a cabeça de Oliver com a concha, prendeu-o com um braço e gritou pelo bedel.

O conselho realizava uma reunião solene quando o Sr. Bumble entrou correndo na sala, muito agitado. Dirigiu-se ao cavalheiro na cadeira alta:

“Sr. Limbkins, perdoe-me, senhor! Oliver Twist pediu mais!”

Todos se assustaram, e cada rosto mostrou horror.

“Mais?”, disse o Sr. Limbkins. “Acalme-se, Bumble, e responda com clareza. Está dizendo que ele pediu mais depois de comer a ceia permitida pelas regras?”

English → “Sim, senhor”, respondeu Bumble.

“Esse menino será enforcado”, disse o cavalheiro de colete branco. “Sei que ele será enforcado.”

Ninguém discordou da previsão do cavalheiro. Depois de uma discussão animada, Oliver foi trancado. Na manhã seguinte, um aviso no portão oferecia cinco libras a quem o aceitasse como aprendiz.

- Nunca tive tanta certeza de alguma coisa - disse o cavalheiro de colete branco ao ler o aviso. - Esse menino acabará enforcado.

Mais adiante mostrarei se o cavalheiro de colete branco estava certo. Por enquanto, não estragarei a história dizendo se a vida de Oliver terminou de forma tão violenta.

CAPÍTULO III. Relata Como Oliver Twist Esteve Muito Perto de Conseguir Uma Ocupação Que não Teria Sido Uma Sinecura

English → Durante uma semana depois de pedir mais comida, Oliver ficou trancado sozinho num quarto escuro. O tratamento cruel do conselho poderia tê-lo levado a se matar, mas ele não tinha lenço e ainda era apenas uma criança. Chorava o dia inteiro. À noite, cobria os olhos, encolhia-se num canto e tentava dormir. Muitas vezes acordava tremendo e se apertava contra a parede fria, como se ela pudesse protegê-lo da escuridão e da solidão.

Os defensores do sistema não podiam dizer que faltavam a Oliver exercício, companhia ou religião. Em todas as manhãs frias, o Sr. Bumble o fazia lavar-se numa bomba ao ar livre e o golpeava com uma vara. A cada dois dias, Oliver era açoitado em público diante dos outros meninos. Todas as noites, era chutado para dentro da oração, onde os meninos pediam a Deus que os protegesse de Oliver, a quem o conselho descrevia como servo do mal e produto do Diabo.

English → Certa manhã, enquanto Oliver vivia naquele estado miserável, um limpador de chaminés chamado Sr. Gamfield caminhava pela rua principal. Ele pensava em como pagar o aluguel atrasado. Mesmo em seu cálculo mais otimista, ainda lhe faltavam cinco libras. Enquanto forçava a cabeça e espancava o burro, passou pelo asilo e viu o aviso no portão.

- Pare! - disse o Sr. Gamfield ao burro.

O burro estava perdido em pensamentos, talvez se perguntando se receberia um talo de repolho depois de carregar os dois sacos de fuligem. Ignorou a ordem e continuou andando.

O Sr. Gamfield amaldiçoou o burro, especialmente seus olhos. Correu atrás dele e bateu em sua cabeça com força suficiente para quebrar qualquer crânio que não fosse o de um burro. Depois puxou a rédea com violência para lembrar ao animal quem mandava e o fez virar. Bateu nele mais uma vez e então foi ler o aviso.

English → O cavalheiro de colete branco estava junto ao portão. Depois de ver como Gamfield tratava o burro, decidiu alegremente que aquele era exatamente o mestre de que Oliver precisava. Gamfield também sorriu, pois a recompensa eram as cinco libras de que necessitava. Como os meninos do asilo eram pequenos, Oliver caberia facilmente em chaminés estreitas. Gamfield releu o aviso, tocou respeitosamente o boné e falou com o cavalheiro.

- Este menino aqui, senhor, que a paróquia quer tornar aprendiz - disse o Sr. Gamfield.

- Sim, meu caro - disse o cavalheiro de colete branco com um sorriso superior. - O que tem ele?

- Se a paróquia quer que ele aprenda o agradável e respeitável ofício de limpar chaminés - disse o Sr. Gamfield - , preciso de um aprendiz e aceito o menino.

- Entre - disse o cavalheiro. Gamfield ficou para trás o tempo suficiente para bater no burro e puxar sua mandíbula outra vez, advertindo-o a não fugir. Depois seguiu o cavalheiro até a sala onde Oliver o vira pela primeira vez.

English → - É um ofício desagradável - disse o Sr. Limbkins depois que Gamfield repetiu sua oferta.

- Meninos já morreram por falta de ar dentro de chaminés - disse outro cavalheiro.

- Isso aconteceu porque molharam a palha antes de acendê-la para fazer os meninos descerem - disse Gamfield. - A fumaça apenas faz o menino dormir. Meninos são teimosos e preguiçosos, por isso um bom fogo quente os faz descer depressa. Também é humano, pois queimar os pés faz com que eles lutem para se soltar quando ficam presos.

O cavalheiro de colete branco achou a explicação divertida, mas um olhar do Sr. Limbkins interrompeu sua risada. O conselho conversou em sussurros. Só se ouviam as frases repetidas “economizar dinheiro”, “ficava bem nas contas” e “publicar um relatório impresso”.

Por fim, os sussurros pararam. Os membros do conselho voltaram a se sentar com rostos sérios, e o Sr. Limbkins disse:

- Consideramos sua oferta e não a aprovamos.

English → - De modo algum - disse o cavalheiro de colete branco.

- Certamente não - acrescentaram os outros membros.

Gamfield havia sido acusado de espancar três ou quatro meninos até a morte. Perguntou-se se o conselho tinha decidido, estranhamente, que esse fato importava. Isso não combinava com a maneira habitual de conduzirem os negócios, mas ele não queria reviver o boato. Torceu o boné nas mãos e afastou-se lentamente da mesa.

- Então os senhores não vão me deixar ficar com ele? - perguntou Gamfield, parando perto da porta.

- Não - respondeu o Sr. Limbkins. - Como é um trabalho desagradável, achamos que o senhor deve aceitar menos do que a recompensa oferecida.

O rosto de Gamfield se iluminou. Ele voltou depressa à mesa e disse:

- Quanto vão dar, senhores? Vamos, não sejam tão duros com um homem pobre. Quanto?

- Eu diria que três libras e dez xelins são suficientes - disse o Sr. Limbkins.

- Isso ainda é dez xelins demais - disse o cavalheiro de colete branco.

English → - Vamos, digam quatro libras, senhores - disse Gamfield. - Deem-me quatro libras e ficarão livres dele para sempre.

- Três libras e dez - repetiu o Sr. Limbkins com firmeza.

- Vamos dividir a diferença, senhores - insistiu Gamfield. - Três libras e quinze.

- Nem um centavo a mais - respondeu o Sr. Limbkins com firmeza.

- Os senhores são muito duros comigo - disse Gamfield, começando a ceder.

- Bobagem! - disse o cavalheiro de colete branco. - Mesmo sem recompensa, ele sairia barato. Leve-o! É o menino certo para o senhor. Umas surras de vez em quando lhe farão bem, e alimentá-lo custará pouco porque ele nunca comeu demais. Ha, ha, ha!

Gamfield lançou um olhar esperto aos homens ao redor da mesa. Quando os viu sorrindo, também sorriu. O acordo foi feito. O Sr. Bumble recebeu ordem de levar Oliver e os documentos de aprendizagem a um magistrado para aprovação naquela tarde.

English → Para grande surpresa de Oliver, ele foi solto e recebeu ordem de vestir uma camisa limpa. Então o Sr. Bumble lhe trouxe uma tigela de mingau e uma porção especial de pão. Ao ver tanta comida, Oliver começou a chorar. Naturalmente, pensou que o conselho planejava matá-lo por algum motivo útil e começara a engordá-lo.

- Não deixe seus olhos vermelhos, Oliver. Coma e seja agradecido - disse o Sr. Bumble com importância. - Você vai se tornar aprendiz.

- Aprendiz, senhor? - perguntou a criança, tremendo.

- Sim, Oliver - disse o Sr. Bumble. - Os bondosos cavalheiros que agem como seus muitos pais farão de você um aprendiz e o ajudarão a começar a vida. Isso custará à paróquia três libras e dez xelins, tudo por um órfão levado que ninguém consegue amar.

O Sr. Bumble parou para respirar depois de falar com sua voz assustadora. Lágrimas correram pelo rosto da pobre criança, que chorou amargamente.

English → - Vamos, Oliver - disse o Sr. Bumble, satisfeito com o efeito de seu discurso. - Seque os olhos na jaqueta e não chore dentro do mingau. Isso é muito tolo. E certamente era, pois o mingau já continha água suficiente.

A caminho do magistrado, o Sr. Bumble mandou Oliver parecer feliz e dizer que realmente queria se tornar aprendiz. Oliver prometeu obedecer, sobretudo depois que Bumble sugeriu que algo terrível poderia acontecer se ele não o fizesse. No escritório, Oliver foi trancado sozinho numa salinha e mandado esperar.

O menino esperou ali, com o coração acelerado, por meia hora. Então o Sr. Bumble enfiou pela porta a cabeça sem chapéu e disse em voz alta:

- Agora, querido Oliver, venha até o cavalheiro. Então Bumble lançou-lhe um olhar sombrio e ameaçador e sussurrou: - Lembre-se do que eu lhe disse, seu pequeno patife!

English → Oliver encarou inocentemente as mensagens contraditórias de Bumble, mas este o levou à sala ao lado antes que pudesse falar. Era uma sala grande, com uma enorme janela. Dois cavalheiros idosos de cabelos empoados estavam sentados atrás de uma mesa. Um lia o jornal, enquanto o outro examinava um pequeno pergaminho por óculos de tartaruga. O Sr. Limbkins e Gamfield, com o rosto parcialmente lavado, estavam diante deles, e vários homens de aparência forte esperavam por perto.

O velho cavalheiro de óculos adormeceu lentamente sobre o pergaminho. Depois que o Sr. Bumble colocou Oliver diante da mesa, todos esperaram em silêncio por um momento.

- Este é o menino, meritíssimo - disse o Sr. Bumble.

O velho cavalheiro que lia o jornal levantou a cabeça e puxou a manga do outro homem. O cavalheiro adormecido acordou.

- Ah, este é o menino? - perguntou o velho cavalheiro.

- Sim, senhor - respondeu o Sr. Bumble. - Faça uma reverência ao magistrado, meu querido.

Oliver se recompôs e fez a melhor reverência que pôde. Estivera olhando para o pó na cabeça dos magistrados e se perguntando se todos os membros de conselhos nasciam com aquela substância branca ali.

English → - Bem - disse o velho cavalheiro - , suponho que ele adore limpar chaminés?

- Ele adora, meritíssimo - respondeu Bumble, beliscando Oliver às escondidas para avisá-lo a não discordar.

- E ele quer se tornar limpador de chaminés, quer? - perguntou o velho cavalheiro.

- Se amanhã lhe déssemos qualquer outro ofício, ele fugiria na mesma hora, meritíssimo - respondeu Bumble.

- E o senhor, o homem que será seu mestre, vai tratá-lo e alimentá-lo bem, não vai? - perguntou o velho cavalheiro.

- Quando digo que vou, é porque vou - respondeu Gamfield com rudeza.

- O senhor fala com rudeza, meu amigo, mas parece honesto e bondoso - disse o velho cavalheiro. Na verdade, o rosto maldoso de Gamfield mostrava claramente sua crueldade. Mas o magistrado era meio cego e estava confuso pela idade, por isso não conseguia ver o que todos os outros viam.

- Espero que sim, senhor - disse Gamfield com um sorriso desagradável.

- Tenho certeza de que é, meu amigo - respondeu o velho cavalheiro. Ajustou os óculos no nariz e procurou o tinteiro.

English → Este foi o momento decisivo da vida de Oliver. Se o magistrado tivesse encontrado o tinteiro, teria assinado os papéis e Oliver seria levado embora. Mas o tinteiro estava bem debaixo de seu nariz, por isso ele procurou por toda parte sem vê-lo. Por fim, olhou para a frente e notou o rosto pálido e apavorado de Oliver. Apesar dos olhares de advertência e dos beliscões de Bumble, o menino encarava o rosto horrível de seu futuro mestre com medo evidente. Até o magistrado meio cego conseguiu compreender.

O velho cavalheiro parou, largou a pena e olhou de Oliver para o Sr. Limbkins. O Sr. Limbkins tentou tomar rapé enquanto fingia estar alegre e despreocupado.

- Meu menino - disse o velho cavalheiro - , você parece pálido e assustado. O que há de errado?

- Afaste-se dele, bedel - disse o outro magistrado, largando o jornal e inclinando-se para a frente com interesse. - Agora, menino, diga-nos o que há de errado. Não tenha medo.

English → Oliver caiu de joelhos e juntou as mãos. Implorou que o mandassem de volta ao quarto escuro. Poderiam deixá-lo passar fome, espancá-lo ou até matá-lo, mas pediu que não o mandassem embora com aquele homem terrível.

- Ora! - disse o Sr. Bumble, erguendo as mãos e os olhos com grande solenidade. - De todos os órfãos espertos e desonestos que já vi, Oliver, você é um dos mais atrevidos.

- Cale-se, bedel - disse o segundo velho cavalheiro depois que Bumble usou aquela estranha descrição.

- Peço perdão, meritíssimo - disse o Sr. Bumble, sem acreditar no que ouvira. - O senhor estava falando comigo?

- Sim. Cale-se.

O Sr. Bumble ficou chocado. Um bedel recebera ordem de ficar calado! Era uma completa revolução moral.

O velho cavalheiro de óculos de tartaruga olhou para o companheiro, que lhe fez um gesto significativo com a cabeça.

- Recusamo-nos a aprovar estes documentos de aprendizagem - disse o velho cavalheiro, jogando o pergaminho de lado.

English → - Espero - disse o Sr. Limbkins, nervoso - que os magistrados não acreditem que as autoridades agiram de modo impróprio apenas por causa da história sem provas de uma criança.

- Os magistrados não precisam dar uma opinião sobre isso - disse o segundo velho cavalheiro com firmeza. - Levem o menino de volta ao asilo e tratem-no com bondade. Ele parece precisar disso.

Naquela noite, o cavalheiro de colete branco declarou que Oliver não apenas seria enforcado, mas também cortado em quatro partes. O Sr. Bumble disse com tristeza que esperava que Oliver se tornasse bom. Gamfield disse que esperava que Oliver fosse entregue a ele. Embora Gamfield geralmente concordasse com Bumble, esse desejo significava algo bem diferente.

Na manhã seguinte, o público foi novamente informado de que Oliver Twist estava disponível e de que quem o aceitasse receberia cinco libras.

CAPÍTULO IV. Oliver, Ao Receber a Oferta de Outra Ocupação, Faz Sua Primeira Entrada na Vida Pública

English → Nas famílias ricas, um jovem que não consegue uma boa posição muitas vezes é enviado ao mar. O conselho decidiu seguir esse sábio exemplo e colocar Oliver num pequeno navio mercante com destino a um porto insalubre. Pensaram que o capitão poderia, por brincadeira, açoitá-lo até a morte depois do jantar ou matá-lo com uma barra de ferro, diversões consideradas comuns entre homens daquele tipo. Quanto mais o conselho pensava nessas vantagens, mais certo ficava de que Oliver deveria ser enviado ao mar imediatamente.

O Sr. Bumble foi enviado para encontrar um capitão que quisesse um ajudante de cabine sem amigos. Ao voltar para comunicar os resultados, encontrou o Sr. Sowerberry, agente funerário da paróquia, no portão do asilo.

O Sr. Sowerberry era um homem alto, magro e de grandes articulações. Vestia um velho terno preto, meias pretas remendadas e sapatos da mesma cor. Seu rosto não parecia naturalmente alegre, mas ele gostava de fazer piadas sobre a profissão. Caminhava com leveza e parecia secretamente divertido ao cumprimentar calorosamente o Sr. Bumble.

English → - Medi as duas mulheres que morreram ontem à noite, Sr. Bumble - disse o agente funerário.

- O senhor ficará rico, Sr. Sowerberry - disse o bedel, pegando rapé da caixa do agente funerário, que tinha a forma de um pequeno caixão. Repetiu a afirmação e bateu amigavelmente no ombro de Sowerberry com a bengala.

- O senhor acha? - perguntou o agente funerário, parecendo meio convencido e meio desconfiado. - O conselho paga muito pouco, Sr. Bumble.

- Os caixões também são muito pequenos - respondeu o bedel, quase rindo tanto quanto deveria rir um funcionário importante.

Sowerberry achou aquilo muito engraçado e riu por um longo tempo. Por fim, disse: - Desde que começou o novo sistema de alimentação, os caixões ficaram mais estreitos e menos fundos. Mas precisamos ter algum lucro. Madeira boa e seca é cara, e todas as alças de ferro vêm de Birmingham pelo canal.

- Bem - disse o Sr. Bumble - , todo ofício tem suas dificuldades. É claro que um lucro justo é permitido.

English → - Claro - respondeu o agente funerário. - Se não ganho nada com um artigo específico, no fim recupero o lucro com outro. Ha, ha, ha!

- Exatamente - disse o Sr. Bumble.

- Mesmo assim - continuou o agente funerário - , enfrento um grande problema. As pessoas pesadas morrem mais depressa. As que antes viviam melhor e pagaram impostos durante anos são as primeiras a morrer quando entram no asilo. Três ou quatro polegadas além do meu cálculo podem reduzir muito meu lucro, especialmente quando tenho uma família para sustentar.

Sowerberry falou com a indignação de um homem maltratado. Bumble sentiu que suas palavras atacavam a honra da paróquia e decidiu mudar de assunto. Como Oliver estava em seus pensamentos, começou a falar sobre ele.

- A propósito - disse o Sr. Bumble - , conhece alguém que precise de um menino? Ele é aprendiz da paróquia e um grande peso para nós. Oferecemos condições generosas, Sr. Sowerberry. Bumble ergueu a bengala e bateu três vezes nas palavras “CINCO LIBRAS”, impressas em enormes letras maiúsculas no aviso.

English → - Minha nossa! - disse o agente funerário, segurando o Sr. Bumble pela gola dourada de seu casaco oficial. - Era exatamente sobre isso que eu queria conversar. Meu Deus, que botão elegante, Sr. Bumble! Nunca o tinha notado.

- Sim, acho-o muito bonito - disse o bedel, olhando com orgulho para os grandes botões de latão do casaco. - O desenho é o selo da paróquia: o Bom Samaritano ajudando o homem doente e ferido. O conselho o deu a mim na manhã de Ano-Novo. Usei-o pela primeira vez na investigação sobre o pobre comerciante que morreu numa entrada à meia-noite.

- Eu me lembro - disse o agente funerário. - A decisão do júri foi: ‘Morreu por causa do frio e da falta das necessidades básicas da vida’, não foi?

O Sr. Bumble assentiu.

- Acho que acrescentaram uma declaração especial - disse o agente funerário - , dizendo que, se o funcionário responsável por ajudar os pobres tivesse...

English → - Bobagem! Tolice! - interrompeu o bedel. - Se o conselho escutasse todas as bobagens ditas por jurados ignorantes, teria trabalho demais.

- É verdade - disse o agente funerário. - Certamente teria.

- Os júris - disse o Sr. Bumble, apertando a bengala como costumava fazer quando estava zangado - são criaturas sem educação, vulgares e miseráveis.

- Com certeza são - disse o agente funerário.

- Eles não entendem mais de filosofia ou economia política do que isto - disse o bedel, estalando os dedos com desprezo.

- Realmente não entendem - concordou o agente funerário.

- Eu os desprezo - disse o bedel, ficando com o rosto muito vermelho.

- Eu também - respondeu o agente funerário.

- Eu só queria que pudéssemos manter um júri independente no asilo por uma ou duas semanas - disse o bedel. - As regras da junta logo acabariam com o ânimo deles.

- Pode confiar que as regras farão isso - respondeu o agente funerário. Então sorriu com aprovação, esperando acalmar o furioso funcionário da paróquia.

O Sr. Bumble tirou o chapéu de duas pontas, pegou um lenço de dentro dele e enxugou o suor causado por sua raiva. Colocou o chapéu novamente, virou-se para o agente funerário e falou com mais calma:

English → - Bem, e quanto ao menino?

- Ah - respondeu o agente funerário - , o senhor sabe, Sr. Bumble, que pago muitos impostos para sustentar os pobres.

- Hum - disse o Sr. Bumble. - E então?

- Bem - respondeu o agente funerário - , se pago tanto pelos pobres, tenho o direito de tirar deles o maior benefício possível. Por isso, acho que eu mesmo ficarei com o menino.

O Sr. Bumble pegou o agente funerário pelo braço e o levou para dentro. O Sr. Sowerberry reuniu-se em particular com a junta por cinco minutos. Eles concordaram que Oliver iria com ele naquela noite “em experiência”. Para um aprendiz da paróquia, isso significava que, se o patrão conseguisse trabalho suficiente do menino sem alimentá-lo demais, poderia ficar com ele por anos e tratá-lo como quisesse.

English → Naquela noite, o pequeno Oliver foi levado diante dos “cavalheiros”. Disseram-lhe que naquela mesma noite trabalharia como ajudante geral de um fabricante de caixões. Se reclamasse ou voltasse à paróquia, seria mandado para o mar, onde morreria afogado ou espancado. Oliver demonstrou tão pouca emoção que todos o chamaram de pequeno malandro sem coração e ordenaram ao Sr. Bumble que o levasse embora imediatamente.

A junta sempre ficava chocada quando alguém não demonstrava sentimentos, mas neste caso estava errada. Oliver não sentia pouco; sentia demais. O tratamento cruel que recebia estava lentamente tornando-o insensível e amargo para sempre. Ele ouviu para onde iria sem dizer nada. Toda a sua bagagem foi colocada em sua mão: um pacote de papel pardo com cerca de quinze centímetros de largura e oito de profundidade. Puxou o boné sobre os olhos, segurou novamente o punho do casaco do Sr. Bumble e foi levado para um novo lugar de sofrimento.

English → Por algum tempo, o Sr. Bumble puxou Oliver sem falar. O bedel mantinha a cabeça bem erguida, como convinha a um bedel. Como ventava, Oliver ficou quase escondido pelas abas do casaco aberto do Sr. Bumble, que também mostravam seu colete e suas calças marrons até os joelhos. Ao se aproximarem do destino, o Sr. Bumble olhou para baixo para ter certeza de que o menino parecia apresentável ao novo patrão. Fez isso com a atitude bondosa de um protetor importante.

- Oliver! - disse o Sr. Bumble.

- Sim, senhor - respondeu Oliver com voz baixa e trêmula.

- Tire esse boné dos olhos e levante a cabeça, senhor.

Oliver obedeceu imediatamente e enxugou depressa os olhos com a mão livre. Mesmo assim, uma lágrima permaneceu quando ergueu os olhos para o Sr. Bumble. Sob o olhar severo do bedel, ela desceu por sua face, seguida por outras. Oliver se esforçou para parar, mas não conseguiu. Soltou a mão do Sr. Bumble, cobriu o rosto com as duas mãos e chorou até as lágrimas correrem entre seus dedos finos e pelo queixo.

English → - Ora! - gritou o Sr. Bumble, parando de repente e olhando o menino com grande ódio. - De todos os meninos mais ingratos e malcomportados que já vi, Oliver, você é o...

- Não, não, senhor - soluçou Oliver, segurando a mão que carregava a conhecida bengala. - Eu realmente vou me comportar bem, senhor! Sou um menino muito pequeno, e é tão... tão...

- Tão o quê? - perguntou o Sr. Bumble, surpreso.

- Tão sozinho, senhor! Tão completamente sozinho! - gritou a criança. - Todos me odeiam. Ah, senhor, por favor, não fique zangado comigo! - Ele bateu a mão contra o coração e olhou para o Sr. Bumble com lágrimas e verdadeira dor.

Por alguns segundos, o Sr. Bumble olhou surpreso para o rosto triste e indefeso de Oliver. Limpou a garganta três ou quatro vezes e murmurou algo sobre “essa tosse incômoda”. Depois mandou Oliver enxugar os olhos e se comportar bem. Pegando novamente sua mão, seguiu em silêncio.

English → O agente funerário acabara de fechar as venezianas da loja. À luz de uma vela apropriadamente sombria, escrevia em seu livro de contas quando o Sr. Bumble entrou.

- Ahá! - disse o agente funerário, levantando os olhos do livro e parando no meio de uma palavra. - É você, Bumble?

- Ninguém mais, Sr. Sowerberry - respondeu o bedel. - Aqui está, trouxe o menino. - Oliver fez uma reverência.

- Ah, então esse é o menino? - disse o agente funerário, erguendo a vela acima da cabeça para ver Oliver melhor. - Sra. Sowerberry, poderia vir aqui por um instante, minha querida?

A Sra. Sowerberry saiu de uma pequena sala atrás da loja. Era uma mulher baixa e magra, de corpo estreito e rosto desagradável e severo.

- Minha querida - disse o Sr. Sowerberry educadamente - , este é o menino do asilo de quem lhe falei. - Oliver fez outra reverência.

- Meu Deus! - disse a esposa do agente funerário. - Ele é muito pequeno.

English → - Bem, ele é um pouco pequeno - respondeu o Sr. Bumble, olhando para Oliver como se o tamanho fosse culpa dele. - É pequeno, sem dúvida. Mas vai crescer, Sra. Sowerberry. Vai crescer.

- Ah, tenho certeza de que vai - respondeu a mulher com impaciência - , com a nossa comida e bebida. Crianças da paróquia não nos fazem economizar nada; sempre custam mais para manter do que valem. Mesmo assim, os homens sempre acham que sabem mais. Desça, seu saquinho de ossos. - A Sra. Sowerberry abriu uma porta lateral e empurrou Oliver por uma escada íngreme até um cômodo de pedra escuro e úmido. Era a entrada do depósito de carvão, mas era chamado de “cozinha”. Ali estava sentada uma garota desleixada, com sapatos gastos e meias azuis muito estragadas.

- Charlotte - disse o Sr. Sowerberry, que seguira Oliver escada abaixo - , dê a este menino os restos frios guardados para Trip. O cachorro não volta desde a manhã, então pode ficar sem eles. Suponho que o menino não seja exigente demais para comê-los. É, menino?

English → Os olhos de Oliver brilharam quando ele ouviu a palavra carne, e ele tremia de vontade de comê-la. Disse que não era exigente, e colocaram diante dele um prato cheio de restos grosseiros.

Eu gostaria que algum filósofo bem alimentado e de coração frio tivesse visto Oliver Twist agarrar a excelente comida rejeitada pelo cachorro. Gostaria que ele tivesse observado Oliver rasgar os pedaços com a fome terrível de um animal faminto. Há apenas uma coisa que eu gostaria ainda mais: ver esse filósofo comendo a mesma refeição e gostando dela da mesma maneira.

- Bem - disse a esposa do agente funerário depois que Oliver terminou o jantar. Ela o observara em silêncio e horrorizada, temendo quanto ele poderia comer no futuro. - Terminou?

Como não havia mais nada para comer ao seu alcance, Oliver respondeu que sim.

- Então venha comigo - disse a Sra. Sowerberry. Ela pegou uma lamparina fraca e suja e o conduziu escada acima. - Sua cama fica embaixo do balcão. Suponho que não se importe em dormir entre os caixões. Não importa se você se importa, pois não pode dormir em nenhum outro lugar. Vamos; não me deixe aqui a noite inteira!

English → Oliver não demorou mais e seguiu sua nova patroa em silêncio.

CAPÍTULO V. Oliver Mistura-se a Novos Companheiros. Ao Ir a Um Funeral Pela Primeira Vez, Forma Uma Opinião Desfavorável Sobre o Ofício de Seu Patrão

English → Deixado sozinho na loja do agente funerário, Oliver colocou a lamparina sobre uma bancada e olhou ao redor com medo. Muitas pessoas mais velhas teriam compreendido seus sentimentos. Um caixão inacabado estava sobre suportes pretos no meio da loja. Parecia tão sombrio e mortal que Oliver tremia sempre que olhava para ele. Quase esperava que uma figura terrível se levantasse dali e o enlouquecesse de medo. Ao longo da parede havia tábuas de olmo cortadas no formato de caixões. À luz fraca, pareciam fantasmas altos com as mãos nos bolsos. Placas de metal para caixões, lascas de madeira, pregos brilhantes e pedaços de tecido preto cobriam o chão. Atrás do balcão havia uma alegre pintura de dois empregados funerários diante de uma grande porta, enquanto um carro fúnebre puxado por quatro cavalos pretos se aproximava. A loja era quente, abafada e cheirava a caixões. O espaço sob o balcão, onde ficava o colchão fino de Oliver, parecia uma sepultura.

English → Esses não eram os únicos pensamentos tristes que perturbavam Oliver. Ele estava sozinho num lugar desconhecido, e todos sabemos como até as pessoas mais fortes podem se sentir frias e solitárias nessa situação. O menino não tinha amigos com quem se importar nem ninguém que se importasse com ele. Não havia se separado recentemente de alguém que amava, e nenhum rosto familiar fazia uma ausência dolorosa em sua vida.

Mesmo assim, seu coração estava pesado. Ao entrar na cama estreita, desejou que ela fosse seu caixão. Desejou poder descansar num sono tranquilo e eterno no cemitério, com a grama alta se movendo suavemente sobre ele e o velho sino profundo confortando-o.

De manhã, Oliver acordou com fortes chutes na porta da loja. Antes que conseguisse vestir rapidamente as roupas, os chutes furiosos se repetiram cerca de vinte e cinco vezes. Quando começou a retirar a corrente, os chutes pararam e uma voz falou.

English → - Vai abrir a porta? - gritou a voz que pertencia às pernas que a haviam chutado.

- Agora mesmo, senhor - respondeu Oliver, retirando a corrente e girando a chave.

- Suponho que você seja o menino novo, não é? - disse a voz através do buraco da fechadura.

- Sim, senhor - respondeu Oliver.

- Quantos anos você tem? - perguntou a voz.

- Dez, senhor - respondeu Oliver.

- Então vou bater em você quando entrar - disse a voz. - Espere e verá, seu pirralho do asilo! - Depois de fazer essa bondosa promessa, a voz começou a assobiar.

Oliver havia apanhado tantas vezes que não duvidou que o dono da voz, fosse quem fosse, cumpriria a promessa. Com a mão trêmula, Oliver puxou os ferrolhos e abriu a porta.

Por um momento, Oliver olhou para os dois lados da rua e para o outro lado. Pensou que o desconhecido que falara pelo buraco da fechadura tivesse se afastado para se aquecer. Mas a única pessoa que viu foi um grande menino de instituição de caridade sentado num poste diante da casa. O garoto comia pão com manteiga, cortando-o com um canivete em pedaços do tamanho da boca e depois comendo-os com muita habilidade.

English → - Com licença, senhor - disse Oliver por fim, quando nenhum outro visitante apareceu. - Foi o senhor que bateu?

- Eu chutei - respondeu o menino da instituição de caridade.

- O senhor quer um caixão? - perguntou Oliver inocentemente.

Ao ouvir isso, o menino da instituição de caridade pareceu extremamente zangado. Disse que Oliver precisaria de um caixão em breve se fizesse brincadeiras assim com seus superiores.

- Você não sabe quem eu sou, sabe, Asilo? - continuou o menino da instituição de caridade, descendo do poste com séria dignidade.

- Não, senhor - respondeu Oliver.

- Sou o Sr. Noah Claypole - disse o menino da instituição de caridade - , e você trabalha abaixo de mim. Tire as venezianas, seu pequeno criminoso preguiçoso! - Então o Sr. Claypole chutou Oliver e entrou na loja com grande dignidade. É sempre difícil para um garoto desajeitado, de cabeça grande, olhos pequenos, rosto pesado, nariz vermelho e calças amarelas até os joelhos parecer digno.

English → Oliver retirou as venezianas. Enquanto se esforçava para carregar a primeira, muito pesada, até o pequeno quintal lateral onde eram guardadas durante o dia, quebrou uma janela. Noah gentilmente lhe disse que seria castigado e só então o ajudou. O Sr. Sowerberry desceu pouco depois, seguido pela Sra. Sowerberry. Depois que Oliver recebeu o castigo previsto por Noah, seguiu-o escada abaixo para o café da manhã.

- Venha para perto do fogo, Noah - disse Charlotte. - Guardei para você um belo pedaço de bacon do café da manhã do patrão. Oliver, feche a porta atrás do Sr. Noah e pegue os restos que deixei sobre a caixa de pão. Aí está seu chá. Leve-o até aquela caixa, beba lá e se apresse. Vão precisar que você cuide da loja. Está ouvindo?

- Está ouvindo, Asilo? - disse Noah Claypole.

- Meu Deus, Noah! - disse Charlotte. - Como você é estranho! Por que não deixa o menino em paz?

English → - Deixá-lo em paz! - disse Noah. - Todos já o deixam em paz. Nem o pai nem a mãe dele jamais vão interferir. Todos os parentes deixam que faça o que quiser. Não é, Charlotte? Ha, ha, ha!

- Ah, seu garoto estranho! - disse Charlotte, rindo alto. Noah riu com ela. Então os dois olharam com desprezo para o pobre Oliver Twist, que estava sentado numa caixa, tremendo no canto mais frio e comendo os restos velhos guardados especialmente para ele.

English → Noah era um menino de uma instituição de caridade, mas não era órfão de asilo. Conhecia os pais, que moravam perto. Sua mãe lavava roupas, e seu pai era um ex-soldado bêbado, com uma perna de madeira e uma minúscula pensão diária. Havia muito tempo, os aprendizes das lojas locais insultavam Noah nas ruas, chamando-o de nomes como “menino de couro” e “menino da caridade”. Noah aceitara esses insultos sem responder. Mas agora o destino colocara abaixo dele um órfão sem nome, alguém que até os mais pobres podiam insultar, e por isso Noah passou todos os insultos para Oliver com crueldade ainda maior. Isso nos dá algo agradável em que pensar: mostra como a natureza humana pode se tornar maravilhosa e como as mesmas belas qualidades aparecem igualmente no maior dos nobres e no mais sujo menino da caridade.

Oliver morava na casa do agente funerário havia cerca de três semanas ou um mês. Certa noite, depois que a loja fechou, o Sr. e a Sra. Sowerberry jantavam na pequena sala dos fundos. Depois de olhar nervosamente para a esposa várias vezes, o Sr. Sowerberry disse:

English → - Minha querida... - Ele ia dizer mais, mas a Sra. Sowerberry ergueu os olhos com uma expressão tão hostil que ele parou.

- E então? - perguntou a Sra. Sowerberry com aspereza.

- Nada, minha querida, nada - disse o Sr. Sowerberry.

- Ah, seu bruto! - disse a Sra. Sowerberry.

- De modo algum, minha querida - disse o Sr. Sowerberry humildemente. - Pensei que você não quisesse ouvir. Eu só ia dizer...

- Ah, não me conte o que ia dizer - interrompeu a Sra. Sowerberry. - Eu não sou ninguém. Por favor, não peça minha opinião. Não quero me meter em seus segredos. - Então a Sra. Sowerberry deu uma risada descontrolada que anunciava problemas.

- Mas, minha querida - disse Sowerberry - , quero pedir seu conselho.

- Não, não me pergunte - respondeu a Sra. Sowerberry com tristeza. - Pergunte a outra pessoa. - Ela riu descontroladamente outra vez, o que assustou muito o Sr. Sowerberry. Essa é uma maneira comum e respeitada de tratar um marido, e muitas vezes é muito eficaz. Rapidamente fez o Sr. Sowerberry implorar uma permissão especial para contar exatamente aquilo que ela mais queria ouvir. Depois de algum tempo, ela bondosamente lhe deu permissão.

English → - É apenas sobre o jovem Twist, minha querida - disse o Sr. Sowerberry. - Ele é um menino muito bonito.

- Precisa mesmo ser, porque come bastante - observou a mulher.

- O rosto dele tem uma expressão triste muito interessante - continuou o Sr. Sowerberry. - Ele seria um excelente figurante de luto nos funerais, meu amor.

A Sra. Sowerberry levantou os olhos com grande surpresa. O Sr. Sowerberry percebeu isso e continuou antes que ela tivesse tempo de falar.

- Não quero dizer um figurante comum para funerais de adultos, minha querida, mas apenas para funerais de crianças. Seria uma novidade ter alguém de luto do tamanho certo. Pode ter certeza de que causaria um excelente efeito.

A Sra. Sowerberry entendia do ramo funerário e ficou impressionada com a nova ideia. No entanto, admitir isso prejudicaria sua dignidade, por isso perguntou com aspereza por que o marido não tivera uma ideia tão óbvia antes. O Sr. Sowerberry compreendeu corretamente que ela concordava. Decidiram depressa que Oliver deveria aprender imediatamente os segredos do negócio e acompanhar o patrão na próxima vez em que seus serviços fossem necessários.

English → A oportunidade logo apareceu. Meia hora depois do café da manhã do dia seguinte, o Sr. Bumble entrou na loja. Encostou a bengala no balcão e tirou sua grande carteira de couro. Dela, escolheu um pequeno pedaço de papel e o entregou a Sowerberry.

- Ahá! - disse o agente funerário, lendo-o com expressão alegre. - Uma encomenda de caixão?

- Primeiro um caixão, depois um funeral da paróquia - respondeu o Sr. Bumble. Ele fechou a tira da carteira de couro, que era tão gorda quanto ele.

- Bayton - disse o agente funerário, olhando do papel para o Sr. Bumble. - Nunca ouvi esse nome antes.

Bumble balançou a cabeça. - Gente teimosa, Sr. Sowerberry, muito teimosa. E também orgulhosa, receio, senhor.

- Orgulhosa? - exclamou o Sr. Sowerberry com um sorriso frio. - Isso já é demais.

- Ah, é revoltante - respondeu o bedel. - É contra a natureza, Sr. Sowerberry!

- Realmente é - concordou o agente funerário.

English → - Só soubemos da família anteontem à noite - disse o bedel. - Nem teríamos sabido naquela ocasião se uma mulher da mesma casa não tivesse pedido ao comitê da paróquia que mandasse o médico visitar uma mulher muito doente. O médico tinha saído para jantar, mas seu aprendiz, que é um garoto muito inteligente, enviou imediatamente um remédio numa velha garrafa usada para graxa de sapatos.

- Ah, isso foi rápido - disse o agente funerário.

- Rápido, sem dúvida! - respondeu o bedel. - Mas o que aconteceu? Como se comportaram aqueles rebeldes ingratos? O marido mandou dizer que o remédio não era adequado para a doença da esposa, por isso ela não o tomaria. Disse que ela não o tomaria, senhor! Era um remédio bom, forte e saudável. Apenas uma semana antes, fora administrado com grande sucesso a dois trabalhadores irlandeses e a um carregador de carvão. Não lhes custou nada e veio numa garrafa de graxa de sapatos. Mesmo assim, ele mandou dizer que ela não o tomaria, senhor!

English → Enquanto o Sr. Bumble pensava em todo o horror daquele ato, bateu com força a bengala no balcão e ficou vermelho de raiva.

- Bem - disse o agente funerário - , eu nun - ca - ouvi...

- Nunca, senhor! - gritou o bedel. - Não, ninguém jamais ouviu. Mas agora ela está morta e precisamos enterrá-la. Esse é o endereço, e quanto mais cedo isso for feito, melhor.

Depois de dizer isso, o Sr. Bumble estava tão agitado pelos assuntos da paróquia que colocou o chapéu de duas pontas ao contrário e saiu apressado da loja.

“Ele estava tão zangado, Oliver, que até esqueceu de perguntar por você!”, disse o Sr. Sowerberry, vendo o bedel se afastar.

“Sim, senhor”, respondeu Oliver. Ele se escondera durante o encontro e ainda tremia ao lembrar da voz do Sr. Bumble. Mas Bumble também evitava Oliver. Temia que o agente funerário devolvesse o menino antes que o contrato de sete anos se tornasse legal e permanente.

English → O Sr. Sowerberry colocou o chapéu e disse que o trabalho devia ser feito depressa. Mandou Noah cuidar da loja e ordenou que Oliver pusesse o boné e o seguisse. Oliver obedeceu e acompanhou o patrão na visita profissional.

Eles atravessaram a parte mais movimentada da cidade e entraram numa rua ainda mais suja e pobre. As casas altas eram velhas e abandonadas, e somente os mais pobres moravam ali. As lojas estavam fechadas e apodrecendo, e alguns prédios fracos precisavam de enormes vigas de madeira para não cair. Pessoas sem teto entravam por portas e janelas quebradas. A sarjeta estava parada e imunda, e até os ratos mortos pareciam famintos.

A porta aberta não tinha campainha nem aldrava. O agente funerário avançou com cuidado pelo corredor escuro, dizendo a Oliver que ficasse perto e não tivesse medo. No primeiro patamar, encontrou uma porta e bateu com a mão.

Uma menina de treze ou catorze anos abriu a porta. O agente funerário olhou para dentro e soube que era o quarto certo. Entrou, e Oliver o seguiu.

English → Não havia fogo. Um homem se curvava sobre o fogão vazio, e uma velha estava sentada junto à lareira fria. Crianças esfarrapadas ficavam num canto. Em frente à porta, algo jazia no chão sob um cobertor velho. Oliver tremeu e se aproximou do patrão porque sabia que era um cadáver.

O homem era magro e pálido, com cabelo e barba grisalhos e olhos vermelhos. O rosto da velha era enrugado, seus dois últimos dentes se projetavam, e os olhos eram vivos e penetrantes. Oliver temia os dois. Eles o faziam lembrar dos ratos lá fora.

Quando o agente funerário se aproximou do corpo, o homem se levantou com fúria. “Ninguém vai chegar perto dela! Fique para trás se quiser viver!”

O agente funerário conhecia todo tipo de sofrimento. “Que bobagem, meu bom homem”, disse ele.

O homem fechou os punhos e bateu os pés com raiva. “Não vou deixar que a coloquem na terra. Ela não conseguiria descansar ali. Os vermes a incomodariam, mas não poderiam comê-la porque está magra demais.”

English → O agente funerário não respondeu. Tirou uma fita métrica do bolso e se ajoelhou por um instante ao lado do corpo.

O homem começou a chorar e caiu de joelhos ao lado da mulher morta. Mandou todos se ajoelharem e disse que ela morrera de fome. Não compreendera como estava doente até a febre fazer os ossos aparecerem sob a pele. Sem fogo nem vela, ela morreu no escuro, incapaz de ver o rosto dos filhos. Ele pedira esmolas por ela nas ruas, mas o mandaram para a prisão. Quando voltou, ela estava morrendo. Gritando que a haviam matado de fome, puxou os cabelos e caiu no chão numa crise.

As crianças assustadas choraram. A velha, que parecera surda a tudo, ameaçou-as até que se calassem. Depois afrouxou o lenço do homem caído e caminhou cambaleando até o agente funerário.

Apontando para o corpo, a velha disse que era sua filha. Com um sorriso terrível, perguntou como ela, que dera à luz aquela mulher, ainda podia estar viva e alegre enquanto a filha jazia fria e rígida. Riu e disse que aquilo era tão bom quanto uma peça de teatro.

English → Enquanto a pobre velha ria e falava sozinha, o agente funerário se virou para sair.

A velha o deteve e perguntou quando a filha seria enterrada. Disse que preparara o corpo e precisava caminhar no funeral. Como fazia muito frio, queria uma capa grande e quente. Também pediu bolo e vinho, depois reduziu o pedido a um pão e uma xícara de água. Agarrou o casaco dele e perguntou ansiosamente se receberiam pão.

“Sim, claro. O que a senhora quiser”, disse o agente funerário. Livrou-se da mão dela, puxou Oliver consigo e saiu depressa.

No dia seguinte, Oliver e seu patrão voltaram. Enquanto isso, o Sr. Bumble dera à família meio pão e um pouco de queijo. Ele já estava ali com quatro homens do asilo para carregar o caixão. A velha e o homem usavam uma capa preta velha sobre os trapos. O caixão simples foi fechado, erguido sobre os ombros dos homens e levado para a rua.

English → Sowerberry sussurrou à velha que ela precisava andar depressa porque estavam atrasados e não deviam deixar o sacerdote esperando. Depois ordenou aos carregadores que avançassem o mais rápido possível.

Os carregadores avançaram depressa sob o peso leve, e os dois enlutados ficaram o mais perto possível. Bumble e Sowerberry caminhavam rapidamente à frente, enquanto Oliver corria ao lado porque suas pernas eram mais curtas.

Eles não precisavam ter corrido. No canto pobre do cemitério, o sacerdote ainda não chegara, e o sacristão achava que ele poderia demorar mais uma hora. Colocaram o caixão junto à cova. Os enlutados esperaram na terra úmida sob a chuva fria, enquanto meninos esfarrapados brincavam entre os túmulos e saltavam sobre o caixão. Sowerberry e Bumble sentaram-se junto ao fogo do sacristão e leram o jornal.

Depois de mais de uma hora, Bumble, Sowerberry e o sacristão correram até a cova. O sacerdote veio atrás, vestindo a batina enquanto caminhava. Bumble bateu em um ou dois meninos para parecer responsável. O sacerdote leu quatro minutos do serviço fúnebre, entregou a batina ao sacristão e foi embora.

English → “Agora, Bill”, disse Sowerberry ao coveiro. “Encha a cova.”

O trabalho foi fácil porque a cova estava tão cheia que o caixão mais alto ficava apenas alguns palmos abaixo da superfície. O coveiro jogou terra, apertou-a levemente com os pés, pôs a pá no ombro e foi embora. Os meninos o seguiram, reclamando em voz alta que a diversão acabara cedo demais.

Bumble deu um tapinha nas costas do homem e mandou que viesse porque queriam fechar o cemitério.

O homem não se movera desde que chegara à cova. Agora levantou a cabeça, andou alguns passos e desmaiou. A velha estava ocupada demais chorando pela capa que Sowerberry tomara de volta para percebê-lo. Jogaram água fria no homem, conduziram-no para fora quando acordou, trancaram o portão e seguiram caminhos diferentes.

Enquanto caminhavam para casa, Sowerberry perguntou a Oliver o que achara do trabalho.

English → “Foi razoável, obrigado, senhor”, respondeu Oliver com hesitação. “Mas não gostei muito.”

Sowerberry disse que ele se acostumaria. Depois disso, o trabalho não pareceria nada.

Oliver se perguntou quanto tempo Sowerberry precisara para se acostumar a essas coisas. Decidiu não perguntar e voltou à loja pensando em tudo o que vira e ouvira.

CAPÍTULO VI. Oliver, Instigado Pelos Escárnios de Noah, Parte para a Ação e o Deixa Bastante Espantado

English → Depois do mês de experiência, Oliver se tornou oficialmente aprendiz. Havia muitas doenças, por isso o negócio de caixões ia bem e Oliver logo ganhou experiência. Muitas crianças morriam de sarampo, e Oliver conduzia os cortejos fúnebres usando roupas de luto, o que comovia muito as mães da cidade. Também ia a funerais de adultos para aprender a calma esperada de um agente funerário competente.

Nos funerais de pessoas ricas, sobrinhos e sobrinhas que pareciam incapazes de controlar a dor muitas vezes ficavam alegres juntos. Maridos aceitavam com calma a morte das esposas, e viúvas faziam suas roupas de luto parecerem atraentes. Pessoas que choravam terrivelmente durante o enterro geralmente se recuperavam até o fim do chá em casa. Oliver observava tudo isso com grande interesse.

Não posso dizer se esses exemplos ensinaram paciência a Oliver. Mas durante meses ele aceitou em silêncio o domínio e os maus-tratos de Noah Claypole. Noah o tratava ainda pior porque tinha ciúme de Oliver usar o chapéu preto de funeral enquanto ele continuava com roupas comuns de trabalho. Charlotte era cruel porque Noah era, e a Sra. Sowerberry odiava Oliver porque o marido gostava dele. Entre esses três inimigos e os muitos funerais, a vida de Oliver era muito desconfortável.

English → Chegamos agora a um momento importante da história de Oliver. O ato pode parecer pequeno, mas mudou indiretamente todo o seu futuro.

Certo dia, Oliver e Noah foram à cozinha para o pequeno jantar habitual de carneiro de baixa qualidade. Charlotte foi chamada para fora. Faminto e cruel, Noah decidiu usar aquele breve tempo para irritar e ferir Oliver.

Noah pôs os pés sobre a mesa, puxou o cabelo e as orelhas de Oliver, chamou-o de covarde e disse que iria vê-lo ser enforcado. Quando isso fez Oliver chorar, Noah tentou ser ainda mais engraçado e o atacou pessoalmente.

“Menino do asilo”, disse Noah, “como está sua mãe?”

“Ela está morta”, respondeu Oliver. “Não fale nada sobre ela comigo!”

O rosto de Oliver ficou vermelho, e ele respirou depressa. Sua boca e seu nariz se moveram de modo estranho. Noah pensou que Oliver estava prestes a chorar muito, então continuou.

“Do que ela morreu, menino do asilo?”, perguntou Noah.

English → Oliver respondeu como se falasse consigo mesmo. Uma velha enfermeira dissera que sua mãe morrera de coração partido. Ele achava que compreendia como era esse tipo de morte.

Enquanto uma lágrima escorria pelo rosto de Oliver, Noah cantou uma música boba e perguntou por que ele chorava.

“Não por sua causa”, respondeu Oliver com firmeza. “Já chega. Não diga mais nada sobre ela. É melhor não dizer!”

Noah repetiu o aviso de Oliver com surpresa e mandou que ele não fosse insolente. Depois insultou a mãe de Oliver com uma expressão cruel.

Animado pelo silêncio de Oliver, Noah falou com falsa piedade. Disse que nada podia mudar o passado e fingiu que todos sentiam pena de Oliver. Depois afirmou que a mãe de Oliver fora uma mulher realmente má.

Oliver levantou os olhos de repente e perguntou: “O que você disse?”

Com calma, Noah repetiu que ela era uma mulher má. Disse que era melhor ela ter morrido, pois de outro modo teria ido para a prisão, sido deportada ou, mais provavelmente, enforcada.

English → Oliver ficou vermelho de raiva, levantou-se de um salto e derrubou a cadeira e a mesa. Agarrou Noah pela garganta, sacudiu-o até seus dentes baterem e deu-lhe um golpe forte o bastante para derrubá-lo no chão.

Um instante antes, Oliver parecera a criança quieta e triste criada pelos maus-tratos. Agora o insulto à mãe morta despertara seu espírito. Ele ficou ereto, respirando com força, com olhos brilhantes e uma expressão totalmente diferente. Olhou para o inimigo covarde no chão e o desafiou com uma força nova.

Noah gritou que Oliver o estava matando. Chamou Charlotte e a Sra. Sowerberry, pediu socorro e disse que Oliver enlouquecera.

Charlotte respondeu a Noah com um grito alto, e a Sra. Sowerberry gritou ainda mais. Charlotte correu para a cozinha, enquanto a Sra. Sowerberry esperou na escada até ter certeza de que era seguro descer.

Charlotte agarrou Oliver com toda a sua grande força e o chamou de pequeno vilão ingrato e assassino. Entre cada palavra, batia nele o mais forte que podia e gritava bem alto.

English → O punho de Charlotte era pesado. Para ajudar a acalmar Oliver, a Sra. Sowerberry correu para a cozinha, segurou-o com uma mão e arranhou seu rosto com a outra. Noah então se levantou e golpeou Oliver pelas costas.

Eles não conseguiram manter aquela violência por muito tempo. Quando se cansaram de bater e arranhar Oliver, arrastaram o menino, que lutava e gritava sem medo, para o porão empoeirado e o trancaram. A Sra. Sowerberry então caiu numa cadeira e começou a chorar.

Charlotte gritou que a Sra. Sowerberry estava desmaiando e mandou Noah trazer depressa um copo de água.

Depois que Noah derramou bastante água fria sobre sua cabeça e seus ombros, a Sra. Sowerberry disse que tinham sorte de não terem sido assassinados na cama.

Charlotte concordou e esperava que isso ensinasse o Sr. Sowerberry a não receber mais crianças terríveis, nascidas para se tornar assassinas e ladras. Afirmou que Oliver quase matara o pobre Noah.

English → A Sra. Sowerberry olhou para Noah com piedade e o chamou de pobre menino.

Noah era tão mais alto que o botão superior de seu colete ficava na altura da cabeça de Oliver. Enquanto sentiam pena dele, esfregou os olhos e produziu algumas lágrimas e fungadas dramáticas.

A Sra. Sowerberry perguntou o que deveriam fazer. Seu marido estava fora, não havia homem na casa, e ela temia que Oliver derrubasse a porta em dez minutos. Os fortes chutes dele faziam isso parecer provável.

Charlotte disse que não sabia o que fazer, a menos que chamassem a polícia.

Noah sugeriu chamar o exército.

A Sra. Sowerberry se lembrou do antigo inimigo de Oliver. Mandou Noah correr até o Sr. Bumble e trazê-lo imediatamente. Ele não devia perder tempo procurando o boné e poderia segurar uma faca contra o olho roxo enquanto corria para reduzir o inchaço.

Noah não parou para responder. Correu a toda velocidade, surpreendendo todos que viram um menino de caridade atravessar as ruas sem boné e com um canivete encostado no olho.

CAPÍTULO VII. Oliver Continua Rebelde

English → Noah correu o mais rápido possível sem parar até chegar ao portão do asilo. Descansou por um minuto para preparar soluços, lágrimas e terror convincentes. Depois bateu com força e mostrou um rosto tão triste que até o velho pobre que abriu o portão ficou surpreso.

O velho pobre perguntou o que havia de errado com o menino.

Noah gritou pelo Sr. Bumble com um medo convincente. Bumble estava perto e ficou tão alarmado que correu para o pátio sem o chapéu oficial. Isso mostrou que até um bedel podia perder o controle por um instante e esquecer sua dignidade.

Noah começou: “Ah, Sr. Bumble! Oliver, senhor... Oliver...”

Com prazer nos olhos duros, Bumble interrompeu e perguntou se Oliver havia fugido.

Noah disse que Oliver não fugira, mas se tornara violento. Afirmou que Oliver tentara assassinar a ele, Charlotte e a Sra. Sowerberry. Depois retorceu o corpo como uma enguia e chorou por causa de uma dor terrível, fingindo que Oliver causara graves ferimentos internos.

English → Vendo que sua história chocara Bumble, Noah chorou dez vezes mais alto por causa dos ferimentos. Quando percebeu o cavalheiro de colete branco atravessando o pátio, ficou ainda mais dramático para atrair a atenção e a raiva do homem.

O cavalheiro logo percebeu. Virou-se com raiva e perguntou por que aquele cachorro jovem estava uivando e por que Bumble não batia nele para fazer o barulho sair sem escolha.

Bumble explicou que Noah era um pobre menino da escola gratuita que quase fora assassinado pelo jovem Twist.

O cavalheiro parou e disse que já sabia. Desde o começo, sentira que aquele jovem selvagem e atrevido acabaria enforcado.

Muito pálido, Bumble acrescentou que Oliver também tentara assassinar a criada.

Noah acrescentou: “E a patroa dele.”

Bumble perguntou se Noah também dissera que Oliver tentara assassinar o patrão.

Noah disse que o patrão estava fora, ou Oliver também o teria assassinado. Afirmou que Oliver dissera que queria fazer isso.

English → O cavalheiro de colete branco perguntou a Noah se Oliver realmente dissera aquilo.

Noah disse que sim. Acrescentou que a Sra. Sowerberry queria que o Sr. Bumble fosse imediatamente espancar Oliver porque o marido estava fora.

O cavalheiro sorriu com bondade e deu tapinhas na cabeça de Noah, que era mais alta que a sua. Chamou Noah de menino muito bom e lhe deu um penny. Depois ordenou que Bumble levasse a bengala à casa de Sowerberry, decidisse o que fazer e não tivesse piedade de Oliver.

Bumble prometeu não poupá-lo. Depois de ajeitar cuidadosamente o chapéu e a bengala, ele e Noah correram até a loja do agente funerário.

Nada havia melhorado ali. Sowerberry ainda não voltara, e Oliver continuava chutando a porta do porão com força. A Sra. Sowerberry e Charlotte o descreveram como tão perigoso que Bumble decidiu falar com ele antes de abrir a porta. Primeiro deu um chute do lado de fora, depois pôs a boca no buraco da fechadura e falou com voz profunda e séria:

English → “Oliver!”

Lá de dentro, Oliver respondeu: “Deixe-me sair!”

O Sr. Bumble perguntou se Oliver reconhecia sua voz.

Oliver disse que sim.

Bumble perguntou se Oliver estava com medo e tremendo enquanto ele falava.

“Não!”, respondeu Oliver com coragem.

A resposta inesperada chocou o Sr. Bumble. Ele se afastou do buraco da fechadura, ficou o mais alto possível e encarou em silêncio as três pessoas ao redor.

A Sra. Sowerberry disse que Oliver devia estar louco.

Acrescentou que nenhum menino com algum juízo ousaria falar assim com Bumble.

Depois de pensar profundamente, Bumble disse que não era loucura. Era carne.

A Sra. Sowerberry exclamou: “O quê?”

Bumble repetiu que a carne era o problema. A Sra. Sowerberry alimentara Oliver bem demais e criara nele um espírito impróprio para um menino pobre. O sábio conselho concordaria que pobres não precisavam de alma nem espírito; corpos vivos eram suficientes. Se Oliver tivesse comido apenas mingau, isso nunca teria acontecido.

English → A Sra. Sowerberry ergueu os olhos para o teto e disse tristemente que aquele era o resultado de ser generosa.

A “generosidade” da Sra. Sowerberry consistira em dar a Oliver restos sujos que ninguém mais comeria. Portanto, foi muito humilde da parte dela aceitar a grave acusação de Bumble, embora fosse totalmente inocente de algum dia ter alimentado Oliver bem demais.

- Ah - disse o Sr. Bumble quando a Sra. Sowerberry voltou a olhar para baixo. - A única solução é deixá-lo no porão por um ou dois dias até que a fome o enfraqueça. Depois, alimente-o apenas com mingau durante o aprendizado. Ele vem de uma família ruim. Sua mãe chegou a este lugar enfrentando dores e dificuldades que teriam matado qualquer mulher respeitável.

Oliver ouviu o bastante para saber que falavam de sua mãe, por isso começou a chutar outra vez e tornou impossível ouvir qualquer outro som. O Sr. Sowerberry voltou nesse momento. As mulheres descreveram a falta de Oliver com detalhes destinados a deixá-lo furioso. Ele abriu rapidamente o porão e arrastou o aprendiz rebelde para fora pela gola.

English → As roupas de Oliver estavam rasgadas por causa da surra. Seu rosto estava machucado e arranhado, e o cabelo cobria a testa. Mesmo assim, continuava vermelho de raiva. Quando o tiraram do porão, olhou com coragem para Noah e não demonstrou medo.

- Você é um belo rapaz, não é? - disse Sowerberry, sacudindo Oliver e dando-lhe um tapa na orelha.

- Ele insultou minha mãe - respondeu Oliver.

- E daí se ele fez isso, sua criaturinha ingrata? - disse a Sra. Sowerberry. - Ela merecia isso e coisa pior.

- Não merecia - disse Oliver.

- Merecia, sim - disse a Sra. Sowerberry.

- Isso é mentira! - disse Oliver.

A Sra. Sowerberry começou a chorar muito.

English → As lágrimas dela não deixaram escolha ao Sr. Sowerberry. Se não castigasse Oliver com severidade, as pessoas o chamariam de marido cruel e desnaturado. Às vezes ele fora bondoso com Oliver, talvez porque isso lhe conviesse ou porque sua esposa não gostava do menino. Mas agora espancou Oliver o bastante para satisfazer até a Sra. Sowerberry. O uso posterior da vara paroquial pelo Sr. Bumble quase não foi necessário. Oliver passou o dia trancado na cozinha dos fundos, apenas com pão e uma bomba d'água. À noite, depois de insultar sua mãe morta através da porta, a Sra. Sowerberry o mandou para cima enquanto Noah e Charlotte zombavam dele.

Somente quando Oliver ficou sozinho na oficina silenciosa e escura revelou os sentimentos causados pela crueldade daquele dia. Enfrentara os insultos com desprezo e suportara o chicote sem gritar, porque o orgulho enchia seu coração. Mas agora ninguém podia vê-lo nem ouvi-lo. Caiu de joelhos, cobriu o rosto e chorou com uma dor que nenhuma criança tão jovem deveria sentir.

English → Oliver permaneceu naquela posição por muito tempo. A vela estava quase no fim quando ele se levantou. Olhou ao redor com cuidado, escutou, abriu a porta silenciosamente e espiou lá fora.

Era uma noite fria, escura e sem vento. As estrelas pareciam mais distantes do que nunca, e as sombras imóveis das árvores pareciam a morte. Oliver fechou a porta em silêncio. Usando a última luz da vela, amarrou suas poucas roupas num lenço. Depois sentou-se num banco e esperou a manhã.

Ao primeiro raio de luz que passou pelas venezianas, Oliver se levantou e abriu a porta novamente. Olhou ao redor com nervosismo e hesitou por um momento. Depois fechou a porta atrás de si e saiu para a rua.

Olhou para a direita e para a esquerda, sem saber para onde fugir.

Lembrou-se de ver carroças subindo a colina quando saíam da cidade. Seguiu a mesma rota. Ao chegar a um caminho conhecido pelos campos, que mais adiante voltava à estrada, entrou nele e caminhou depressa.

English → Oliver se lembrou de caminhar por aquele caminho ao lado do Sr. Bumble quando foi levado da fazenda ao asilo pela primeira vez. O caminho passava bem diante da casa. Seu coração bateu depressa, e ele quase voltou. Mas já tinha avançado muito e perderia bastante tempo. Também era cedo, portanto era pouco provável que alguém o visse. Ele continuou.

Chegou à casa, onde ninguém parecia acordado. Oliver espiou o jardim e viu uma criança arrancando ervas daninhas. O menino ergueu o rosto pálido, e Oliver reconheceu um antigo companheiro. Ficou feliz por ver seu amigo mais novo e companheiro de brincadeiras antes de partir. Muitas vezes tinham sido espancados, deixados com fome e trancados juntos.

- Silêncio, Dick! - disse Oliver quando o menino correu até o portão e passou o braço magro entre as grades. - Alguém está acordado?

- Ninguém além de mim - respondeu a criança.

- Você não deve dizer que me viu, Dick - disse Oliver. - Estou fugindo porque eles me batem e me maltratam. Vou para longe buscar uma vida melhor, embora não saiba para onde. Como você está pálido!

English → - Ouvi o médico dizer que estou morrendo - respondeu a criança com um sorriso fraco. - Estou muito feliz por vê-lo, querido, mas não fique aqui!

- Ficarei o bastante para me despedir - respondeu Oliver. - Vou vê-lo novamente, Dick. Sei que vou! Você ficará saudável e feliz!

- Espero que sim - respondeu a criança. - Depois que eu morrer, mas não antes. O médico deve estar certo, porque sonho muito com o Céu, com anjos e com rostos bondosos que nunca vejo acordado. Beije-me. A criança subiu no portão baixo e pôs os bracinhos ao redor do pescoço de Oliver. - Adeus, querido! Deus o abençoe!

A bênção veio de uma criança pequena, mas foi a primeira que Oliver recebeu na vida. Durante todas as lutas, sofrimentos, dificuldades e mudanças dos anos seguintes, ele nunca a esqueceu.

CAPÍTULO VIII. Oliver Caminha Até Londres. na Estrada, Encontra Um Tipo Estranho de Jovem Cavalheiro

English → Oliver chegou ao fim do caminho e voltou à estrada principal. Eram oito horas. Embora estivesse a quase cinco milhas da cidade, correu e se escondeu atrás de cercas alternadamente até o meio-dia, com medo de ser capturado. Então descansou ao lado de um marco de pedra e pensou pela primeira vez onde deveria tentar viver.

Letras grandes na pedra diziam que Londres ficava exatamente a setenta milhas. O nome deu a Oliver uma nova ideia.

Londres! Era um lugar tão enorme que ninguém, nem mesmo o Sr. Bumble, poderia encontrá-lo ali. Homens idosos do asilo diziam que um menino corajoso não precisava passar fome em Londres, pois a grande cidade oferecia maneiras de viver desconhecidas no campo. Parecia o lugar perfeito para um menino sem lar que morreria se ninguém o ajudasse. Oliver se levantou de um salto e continuou caminhando.

English → Oliver caminhou mais quatro milhas antes de se lembrar de como seria difícil a viagem. Diminuiu o passo e examinou seus recursos. Seu embrulho continha um pedaço de pão, uma camisa grosseira e dois pares de meias. Também tinha um penny, dado por Sowerberry depois de um funeral em que se saíra bem. Essas coisas eram úteis, mas não bastavam para uma caminhada de sessenta e cinco milhas no inverno. Oliver via claramente seus problemas, mas não encontrava solução. Passou o embrulho para o outro ombro e continuou.

Oliver caminhou vinte milhas naquele dia, comendo apenas o pão seco e bebendo água que pedia nas casas. À noite, entrou num campo e deitou-se sob um monte de feno. No início, teve medo do vento sobre os campos vazios. Estava com frio, fome e mais sozinho do que nunca. Mas estava exausto e logo adormeceu.

English → Na manhã seguinte, Oliver estava com frio, rígido e com tanta fome que gastou seu penny num pequeno pão na primeira aldeia. Caminhara apenas doze milhas quando a noite caiu novamente. Seus pés doíam e suas pernas fracas tremiam. Outra noite no ar frio e úmido o deixou pior. Na manhã seguinte, mal conseguia se mover.

Oliver esperou uma carruagem no pé de uma colina íngreme e pediu ajuda aos passageiros sentados do lado de fora. Poucos o notaram. Alguns prometeram meio penny se ele corresse ao lado da carruagem até o alto. Oliver tentou, mas estava cansado e dolorido demais. Os passageiros guardaram as moedas, chamaram-no de preguiçoso e o deixaram numa nuvem de poeira.

Algumas aldeias exibiam placas avisando que mendigos seriam enviados à prisão. Oliver fugia delas com medo. Nas hospedarias, os donos mandavam empregados expulsá-lo porque achavam que ele poderia roubar. Fazendeiros o ameaçavam com cães, e lojistas mencionavam o bedel. Isso assustava Oliver profundamente, sobretudo porque o medo muitas vezes era a única coisa que sentia no estômago vazio durante horas.

English → Sem um bondoso cobrador de pedágio e uma velha generosa, Oliver certamente teria morrido na estrada como sua mãe. O cobrador lhe deu pão e queijo. A velha tinha um neto náufrago vagando descalço em algum lugar distante e sentiu pena de Oliver. Deu-lhe mais do que podia, com palavras gentis e lágrimas. Sua compaixão tocou Oliver mais profundamente do que todo o sofrimento.

Cedo na sétima manhã, Oliver entrou lentamente em Barnet, mancando. As venezianas estavam fechadas, a rua estava vazia e ninguém acordara. O belo nascer do sol apenas lhe mostrou como estava solitário e miserável, sentado num degrau, coberto de poeira e com os pés sangrando.

Aos poucos, as venezianas se abriram, as persianas subiram e as pessoas começaram a circular pela rua. Algumas pararam para encarar Oliver ou olharam para trás enquanto passavam depressa. Ninguém ajudou nem perguntou como ele chegara ali. Não tinha coragem de mendigar, por isso continuou sentado.

English → Oliver ficou ali por algum tempo, observando as muitas tavernas e as carruagens que passavam. Parecia estranho que elas percorressem em horas a distância que lhe exigira toda a coragem durante uma semana. Então notou um menino que passara antes e voltara para examiná-lo do outro lado da rua. A princípio Oliver o ignorou, mas o garoto encarou por tanto tempo que Oliver retribuiu o olhar. O menino atravessou a rua, aproximou-se e falou.

- Olá, amigo! Qual é o problema?

O menino tinha mais ou menos a idade de Oliver, mas parecia muito estranho. Tinha nariz curto, testa baixa, um rosto comum e sujo e os modos de um homem adulto. Era baixo, com as pernas um pouco tortas e olhos pequenos e penetrantes. Seu chapéu quase caía até que um movimento brusco da cabeça o colocava de volta no lugar. O casaco de homem quase chegava aos calcanhares, e as mangas estavam dobradas para que pudesse manter as mãos nos bolsos da calça. Embora muito pequeno, comportava-se como o mais ousado dos jovens cavalheiros.

English → - Olá, amigo! O que há de errado? - perguntou novamente a Oliver aquele estranho jovem cavalheiro.

- Estou com muita fome e cansado - respondeu Oliver, com lágrimas nos olhos. - Vim de muito longe. Estou caminhando há sete dias.

- Caminhando há sete dias! - disse o menino. - Ah, entendo. Foi ordem de um magistrado? Mas talvez você não saiba como chamamos um magistrado, meu esperto companheiro.

Oliver respondeu calmamente que sempre ouvira aquela palavra ser usada para o bico de um pássaro.

- Como você é inocente! - exclamou o menino. - Essa palavra significa magistrado. Quando um magistrado manda você caminhar, você sobe para a prisão e nunca mais desce. Nunca trabalhou no moinho da prisão?

- Que moinho? - perguntou Oliver.

- O moinho da prisão, é claro. É pequeno o bastante para funcionar dentro de uma cadeia e trabalha melhor quando há poucos operários. Mas venha, você precisa de comida e terá um pouco. Eu mesmo quase não tenho dinheiro, mas dividirei o que possuo. Fique de pé. Vamos!

English → O jovem cavalheiro ajudou Oliver a se levantar e o levou a uma loja próxima. Comprou presunto cozido e um pão pequeno, colocando o presunto dentro de um buraco no pão para protegê-lo da poeira. Depois levou Oliver à sala dos fundos de uma pequena taverna e pediu cerveja. Oliver fez uma refeição longa e satisfatória enquanto o estranho menino o observava com atenção.

- Você está indo para Londres? - perguntou o menino estranho quando Oliver terminou de comer.

- Sim.

- Tem onde ficar?

- Não.

- Algum dinheiro?

- Não.

O menino estranho assobiou e enfiou os braços nos bolsos até onde as grandes mangas do casaco permitiam.

- Você mora em Londres? - perguntou Oliver.

- Sim, quando estou em casa - respondeu o menino. - Suponho que precise de algum lugar para dormir esta noite?

- Com certeza - respondeu Oliver. - Não durmo sob um teto desde que deixei o campo.

- Não se preocupe com isso - disse o menino. - Preciso estar em Londres esta noite e conheço lá um velho cavalheiro respeitável. Ele lhe dará uma cama de graça e não fará perguntas se alguém conhecido o apresentar. E certamente me conhece muito bem!

English → O menino sorriu para mostrar que suas últimas palavras eram uma ironia brincalhona e terminou a cerveja.

A oferta inesperada de abrigo era atraente demais para ser recusada. O menino também prometeu que o velho cavalheiro logo encontraria uma posição confortável para Oliver. Eles começaram uma conversa mais aberta, e Oliver descobriu que seu novo amigo se chamava Jack Dawkins e era um favorito especial do velho cavalheiro.

A aparência de Dawkins não sugeria que seu protetor lhe desse muito conforto. Mas ele falava de modo descuidado e disse que os amigos íntimos o chamavam de Artful Dodger. Oliver concluiu que o garoto ignorara os conselhos morais do protetor. Planejou secretamente conquistar depressa a aprovação do velho cavalheiro e evitar Dawkins mais tarde se o menino se mostrasse impossível de melhorar.

Jack Dawkins não queria entrar em Londres antes do anoitecer, por isso chegaram a Islington quase às onze. Atravessaram várias estradas, ruas estreitas e bairros pobres. Dodger correu por Saffron Hill e mandou Oliver ficar bem perto dele.

English → Oliver precisava se esforçar para não perder o guia de vista, mas ainda olhava rapidamente ao redor. Nunca vira um lugar mais sujo ou miserável. A rua era estreita e lamacenta, e o ar tinha um cheiro terrível.

Havia muitas lojas pequenas, mas seu conteúdo principal parecia ser uma multidão de crianças entrando e saindo pelas portas ou gritando lá dentro. Apenas as tavernas pareciam prosperar. As pessoas discutiam em voz alta nelas. Passagens laterais revelavam grupos de casinhas onde homens e mulheres bêbados se deitavam na sujeira. Homens grandes e de aparência perigosa saíam de várias portas como se partissem para alguma atividade ruim.

Oliver pensava se deveria fugir quando chegaram ao pé da colina. Seu guia agarrou-lhe o braço, abriu a porta de uma casa perto de Field Lane, puxou-o para dentro e fechou-a atrás deles.

- Quem está aí? - chamou uma voz lá de baixo depois que Dodger assobiou.

- Está tudo bem! - veio a resposta.

English → Aquilo parecia ser um sinal secreto de que tudo estava seguro. Uma vela fraca iluminou a parede distante, e o rosto de um homem apareceu por uma parte quebrada da velha escada.

- Há dois de vocês - disse o homem, estendendo a vela e protegendo os olhos com a mão. - Quem é o outro?

- Um novo amigo - respondeu Jack Dawkins, puxando Oliver para a frente.

- De onde ele veio?

- Do campo. Fagin está lá em cima?

- Sim, está separando os lenços. Subam! A vela recuou e o rosto desapareceu.

Oliver procurava o caminho com uma mão enquanto o companheiro segurava a outra com firmeza. Subiu com dificuldade a escada escura e quebrada, mas o guia avançou depressa e com facilidade porque a conhecia bem.

Dodger abriu a porta de um quarto nos fundos e puxou Oliver para dentro.

English → A idade e a sujeira tinham deixado as paredes e o teto completamente negros. Uma mesa de madeira ficava junto ao fogo, com uma vela numa garrafa, vários copos de metal, pão, manteiga e um prato. Linguiças cozinhavam numa frigideira. Um velho magro, de cabelos ruivos embaraçados e rosto assustador, observava-as enquanto segurava um garfo. Vestia um roupão sujo. Muitos lenços de seda estavam pendurados por perto, e camas grosseiras feitas de sacos velhos cobriam o chão. Quatro ou cinco meninos estavam sentados ao redor da mesa, fumando cachimbos e bebendo como homens adultos. Cercaram Dodger, ouviram seu sussurro e sorriram para Oliver. O velho também sorriu.

- Aqui está ele, Fagin - disse Jack Dawkins. - Meu amigo Oliver Twist.

O velho sorriu, fez uma reverência, pegou a mão de Oliver e disse que esperava conhecê-lo bem. Os meninos com cachimbos se juntaram ao redor e apertaram as duas mãos de Oliver, especialmente a que segurava o embrulho. Um se ofereceu para pendurar seu boné, enquanto outro gentilmente enfiou as mãos nos bolsos de Oliver para poupá-lo do trabalho de esvaziá-los antes de dormir. Talvez continuassem esses serviços se Fagin não tivesse golpeado suas cabeças e ombros com o garfo.

English → - Estamos muito felizes em vê-lo, Oliver - disse Fagin. - Dodger, tire as linguiças e traga um assento perto do fogo para Oliver. Ah, você está olhando para os lenços, meu querido! São muitos, não são? Apenas os preparamos para lavar. Só isso. Ha, ha, ha!

Todos os promissores alunos do velho receberam o fim desse discurso com risadas altas. Depois jantaram.

Oliver comeu sua parte. Depois Fagin misturou gim quente com água e mandou que bebesse depressa porque outra pessoa precisava do copo. Oliver obedeceu. Pouco depois, sentiu alguém colocá-lo suavemente sobre um saco e caiu num sono profundo.

CAPÍTULO IX. Contém Outros Pormenores Sobre o Agradável Velho Cavalheiro e Seus Promissores Pupilos

English → Era tarde na manhã seguinte quando Oliver acordou depois de um sono longo e profundo. Apenas Fagin estava no quarto. Ele fervia café numa panela e assobiava baixinho enquanto mexia com uma colher de ferro. Sempre que ouvia o menor som lá embaixo, parava para escutar. Depois de se tranquilizar, voltava a assobiar e mexer.

Embora Oliver tivesse acordado, não estava totalmente consciente. Entre o sono e a vigília, uma pessoa pode sonhar mais em cinco minutos com os olhos semicerrados do que durante muitas noites de sono profundo. Nesse estado, compreende em parte o grande poder da mente de ir além do tempo, do espaço e dos limites comuns do corpo.

Oliver estava exatamente nesse estado. Por entre os olhos semicerrados, viu Fagin, ouviu seu assobio baixo e reconheceu a colher raspando a panela. Ao mesmo tempo, sua mente estava ocupada com quase todas as pessoas que conhecera.

Quando o café ficou pronto, Fagin colocou a panela ao lado do fogo. Ficou parado, indeciso, por alguns minutos; depois se virou, olhou para Oliver e chamou seu nome. Oliver não respondeu e parecia estar dormindo.

English → Depois de se certificar de que Oliver dormia, Fagin trancou a porta em silêncio. Pareceu tirar uma pequena caixa de uma abertura escondida no chão e a colocou cuidadosamente sobre a mesa. Seus olhos brilharam quando a abriu. Puxou uma velha cadeira, sentou-se e retirou um belo relógio de ouro coberto de joias.

- Ahá! - disse Fagin, erguendo os ombros e sorrindo de maneira horrível. - Meninos espertos! Leais até o fim! Nunca contaram ao padre onde estavam essas coisas e nunca roubaram o velho Fagin. Por que fariam isso? Não os teria salvado da forca nem por um minuto. Belos rapazes!

Murmurando pensamentos semelhantes, Fagin guardou novamente o relógio. Tirou pelo menos mais seis relógios da caixa e admirou cada um. Também havia anéis, broches, pulseiras e outras joias caras cujos nomes Oliver nem conhecia.

Depois de guardar as joias, Fagin retirou outro objeto, tão pequeno que cabia na palma da mão. Parecia haver uma escrita minúscula nele. Colocou-o sobre a mesa, protegeu-o da luz com a mão e o estudou por muito tempo. Por fim desistiu, recostou-se e murmurou:

English → - Que coisa maravilhosa é a execução! Homens mortos nunca se arrependem nem revelam histórias perigosas. É excelente para nosso negócio! Cinco deles foram enforcados juntos, e nenhum ficou para nos trair ou perder a coragem.

Enquanto Fagin falava, seus olhos escuros e brilhantes deixaram o espaço vazio e pousaram no rosto de Oliver. O menino o observava com curiosidade silenciosa. Seus olhares se encontraram apenas por um instante, mas foi tempo suficiente para Fagin saber que Oliver o vira.

Fagin fechou a caixa com um forte estrondo, agarrou uma faca de pão sobre a mesa e se levantou furioso. No entanto, tremia tanto que, apesar do medo, Oliver viu a faca sacudindo no ar.

- O que é isso? - disse Fagin. - Por que está me observando? Por que está acordado? O que viu? Fale, menino! Depressa, se quiser viver!

- Eu não conseguia mais dormir, senhor - respondeu Oliver com calma. - Sinto muito se o incomodei.

English → - Você não estava acordado uma hora atrás? - perguntou Fagin, encarando o menino com raiva.

- Não! De verdade, não estava! - respondeu Oliver.

- Tem certeza? - gritou Fagin, parecendo ainda mais feroz e ameaçador do que antes.

“Eu realmente não estava, senhor”, respondeu Oliver com seriedade. “Realmente não estava.”

“Que bobagem, meu querido!”, disse o judeu, voltando ao jeito habitual. Brincou com a faca antes de largá-la, como se fosse apenas uma piada. “Eu sei disso. Só queria assustá-lo. Você é um menino corajoso, Oliver!” Ele riu e esfregou as mãos, mas ainda olhou inquieto para a caixa.

“Você viu alguma dessas coisas bonitas, meu querido?”, perguntou o judeu, colocando a mão na caixa.

- Sim, senhor - respondeu Oliver.

“Ah!”, disse o judeu, ficando pálido. “São minhas, Oliver. São tudo o que tenho para viver na velhice. As pessoas me chamam de avarento, só isso.”

English → Oliver pensou que o velho devia ser avarento para morar num lugar tão sujo tendo tantos relógios. Talvez cuidar do Dodger e dos outros meninos custasse muito. Oliver olhou para ele com respeito e perguntou se podia se levantar.

- Certamente. Há uma jarra de água junto à porta. Traga-a aqui, e lhe darei uma bacia para se lavar.

Oliver atravessou o quarto e se abaixou para pegar a jarra. Quando se virou, a caixa havia sumido.

Oliver acabara de se lavar e esvaziar a bacia pela janela quando o Dodger voltou com o jovem animado que fumara na noite anterior. Ele foi apresentado como Charley Bates. Os quatro tomaram café e comeram pãezinhos quentes e presunto que o Dodger trouxera dentro do chapéu.

“Bem”, disse o judeu, olhando discretamente para Oliver, “espero que tenham trabalhado esta manhã, meus queridos.”

English → - Muito - respondeu o Dodger.

- Trabalhamos duro como pedra - acrescentou Charley Bates.

- Bons meninos! O que você conseguiu, Dodger? - disse o judeu.

- Duas carteiras - respondeu o Dodger.

- Estavam cheias? - perguntou o judeu com ansiedade.

- Bastante cheias - disse o Dodger, mostrando uma carteira verde e outra vermelha.

“Não são tão pesadas quanto poderiam ser”, disse o judeu após olhar dentro delas, “mas são bonitas e bem-feitas. Um artesão habilidoso as fez, não é, Oliver?”

“Sim, muito habilidoso, senhor”, disse Oliver. Charley Bates riu alto, embora Oliver não visse nada engraçado.

- E o que você conseguiu, meu querido? - perguntou Fagin a Charley.

- Lenços - respondeu Bates, mostrando quatro.

“São muito bons”, disse o judeu, examinando-os. “Mas as marcas de identificação não foram bem retiradas. Vamos removê-las com uma agulha e ensinar Oliver. Vamos, Oliver?”

- Se quiser, senhor - disse Oliver.

“Você gostaria de fazer lenços de bolso com a mesma facilidade que Charley, não gostaria?”, perguntou o judeu.

English → - Gostaria muito, se o senhor me ensinar - respondeu Oliver.

Bates achou a resposta tão engraçada que riu outra vez. O café desceu pelo caminho errado e quase o sufocou.

“Ele é tão engraçadamente inocente!”, disse Charley depois de se recuperar, para desculpar sua grosseria.

O Dodger penteou o cabelo de Oliver sobre seus olhos e disse que ele entenderia mais tarde. Vendo Oliver ficar vermelho, o velho perguntou se a execução da manhã atraíra uma multidão. Os dois meninos estiveram lá, o que fez Oliver se perguntar como também encontraram tempo para trabalhar tanto.

Depois do café da manhã, o velho e os meninos jogaram um jogo estranho. O velho encheu os bolsos com uma caixa de rapé, carteira, relógio, corrente, alfinete, lenço e estojo de óculos. Andava como um cavalheiro distraído olhando vitrines e sempre verificava se havia ladrões. Os meninos o seguiam de perto, saíam de vista quando ele se virava, esbarravam nele e roubavam rapidamente todos os objetos. Se sentia uma mão, ele gritava qual era o bolso, e começavam de novo. Oliver riu até chorar.

English → Depois de muitos jogos, duas jovens chamadas Bet e Nancy vieram visitá-los. Seus cabelos, sapatos e meias estavam desarrumados. Não eram exatamente bonitas, mas pareciam fortes e saudáveis. Seus modos abertos e amigáveis fizeram Oliver considerá-las muito agradáveis.

As visitantes ficaram muito tempo. Uma reclamou de sentir frio por dentro, então apareceu bebida forte e a conversa ficou alegre. Por fim, Charley disse que era hora de sair. O Dodger, Charley, Bet e Nancy partiram juntos com dinheiro para gastar dado pelo bondoso velho judeu.

“Essa é uma vida agradável, não é?”, disse Fagin. “Eles saíram para passar o dia.”

- Eles terminaram de trabalhar, senhor? - perguntou Oliver.

“Sim, a menos que encontrem mais trabalho lá fora, que não vão ignorar”, disse o judeu. “Siga o exemplo e os conselhos deles, especialmente os do Dodger. Ele se tornará grande e pode tornar você grande também. Meu lenço está pendurado para fora do bolso?”

English → - Sim, senhor - disse Oliver.

- Tente tirá-lo sem que eu sinta, como eles fizeram durante nosso jogo.

Oliver segurou o fundo do bolso com uma mão, como o Dodger fizera, e puxou suavemente o lenço com a outra.

- Ele sumiu? - gritou o judeu.

- Aqui está, senhor - disse Oliver, mostrando-o.

- Você é um menino inteligente - disse o velho, dando tapinhas na cabeça de Oliver. - Nunca vi um garoto mais esperto. Aqui está um xelim. Continue assim e se tornará um grande homem. Agora mostrarei como retirar as marcas dos lenços.

Oliver se perguntou como roubar o lenço do velho num jogo poderia torná-lo grande. Mas o judeu era mais velho e devia saber melhor, então Oliver o seguiu em silêncio até a mesa e começou a nova lição.

CAPÍTULO X. OLIVER CONHECE MELHOR SEUS NOVOS COMPANHEIROS E ADQUIRE EXPERIÊNCIA POR UM PREÇO ALTO. UM CAPÍTULO CURTO, MAS IMPORTANTE

English → Por muitos dias, Oliver ficou no quarto do judeu, retirando marcas dos muitos lenços trazidos para casa. Às vezes participava do jogo da manhã. Por fim, desejou ar fresco e muitas vezes implorou para sair e trabalhar com os dois meninos.

A rígida moral do velho deixou Oliver ansioso para trabalhar. Quando o Dodger ou Charley voltavam de mãos vazias, ele os advertia com raiva contra a preguiça e os mandava dormir sem jantar. Uma vez, chegou a derrubá-los escada abaixo, uma lição moral excepcionalmente forte.

Por fim, Oliver recebeu permissão para sair. Não havia lenços para trabalhar fazia dias, e as refeições eram pequenas. Talvez isso tenha convencido o velho. Ele colocou Oliver sob os cuidados de Charley e do Dodger.

Front Matter

Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

por Charles Dickens

Oliver Twist

OU A TRAJETÓRIA DO MENINO DA PARÓQUIA

por Charles Dickens

Sumário

I O nascimento de Oliver; II sua infância e educação; III-IV seus primeiros trabalhos; V-VII a vida com o agente funerário; VIII-X sua viagem a Londres e novos companheiros; XI-XII o magistrado e o Sr. Brownlow; XIII-XX novos conhecidos e os planos de Fagin; XXI-XXII a expedição e o assalto; XXIII-XXXI Sr. Bumble, Fagin, Monks e os novos amigos de Oliver; XXXII-XLI a vida mais feliz de Oliver e novas descobertas; XLII-XLVII o Dodger, Nancy e consequências fatais; XLVIII-LIII a fuga de Sikes, a perseguição, os mistérios explicados e a última noite de Fagin.

Original English Version

by Charles Dickens

Oliver Twist

OR THE PARISH BOY’S PROGRESS

by Charles Dickens

Contents

I TREATS OF THE PLACE WHERE OLIVER TWIST WAS BORN AND OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES ATTENDING HIS BIRTH II TREATS OF OLIVER TWIST’S GROWTH, EDUCATION, AND BOARD III RELATES HOW OLIVER TWIST WAS VERY NEAR GETTING A PLACE WHICH WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN A SINECURE IV OLIVER, BEING OFFERED ANOTHER PLACE, MAKES HIS FIRST ENTRY INTO PUBLIC LIFE V OLIVER MINGLES WITH NEW ASSOCIATES. GOING TO A FUNERAL FOR THE FIRST TIME, HE FORMS AN UNFAVOURABLE NOTION OF HIS MASTER’S BUSINESS VI OLIVER, BEING GOADED BY THE TAUNTS OF NOAH, ROUSES INTO ACTION, AND RATHER ASTONISHES HIM VII OLIVER CONTINUES REFRACTORY VIII OLIVER WALKS TO LONDON. HE ENCOUNTERS ON THE ROAD A STRANGE SORT OF YOUNG GENTLEMAN IX CONTAINING FURTHER PARTICULARS CONCERNING THE PLEASANT OLD GENTLEMAN, AND HIS HOPEFUL PUPILS X OLIVER BECOMES BETTER ACQUAINTED WITH THE CHARACTERS OF HIS NEW ASSOCIATES; AND PURCHASES EXPERIENCE AT A HIGH PRICE. BEING A SHORT, BUT VERY IMPORTANT CHAPTER, IN THIS HISTORY XI TREATS OF MR. FANG THE POLICE MAGISTRATE; AND FURNISHES A SLIGHT SPECIMEN OF HIS MODE OF ADMINISTERING JUSTICE XII IN WHICH OLIVER IS TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THAN HE EVER WAS BEFORE. AND IN WHICH THE NARRATIVE REVERTS TO THE MERRY OLD GENTLEMAN AND HIS YOUTHFUL FRIENDS. XIII SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY XIV COMPRISING FURTHER PARTICULARS OF OLIVER’S STAY AT MR. BROWNLOW’S, WITH THE REMARKABLE PREDICTION WHICH ONE MR. GRIMWIG UTTERED CONCERNING HIM, WHEN HE WENT OUT ON AN ERRAND XV SHOWING HOW VERY FOND OF OLIVER TWIST, THE MERRY OLD JEW AND MISS NANCY WERE XVI RELATES WHAT BECAME OF OLIVER TWIST, AFTER HE HAD BEEN CLAIMED BY NANCY XVII OLIVER’S DESTINY CONTINUING UNPROPITIOUS, BRINGS A GREAT MAN TO LONDON TO INJURE HIS REPUTATION XVIII HOW OLIVER PASSED HIS TIME IN THE IMPROVING SOCIETY OF HIS REPUTABLE FRIENDS XIX IN WHICH A NOTABLE PLAN IS DISCUSSED AND DETERMINED ON XX WHEREIN OLIVER IS DELIVERED OVER TO MR. WILLIAM SIKES XXI THE EXPEDITION XXII THE BURGLARY XXIII WHICH CONTAINS THE SUBSTANCE OF A PLEASANT CONVERSATION BETWEEN MR. BUMBLE AND A LADY; AND SHOWS THAT EVEN A BEADLE MAY BE SUSCEPTIBLE ON SOME POINTS XXIV TREATS ON A VERY POOR SUBJECT, BUT IS A SHORT ONE, AND MAY BE FOUND OF IMPORTANCE IN THIS HISTORY XXV WHEREIN THIS HISTORY REVERTS TO MR. FAGIN AND COMPANY XXVI IN WHICH A MYSTERIOUS CHARACTER APPEARS UPON THE SCENE; AND MANY THINGS, INSEPARABLE FROM THIS HISTORY, ARE DONE AND PERFORMED XXVII ATONES FOR THE UNPOLITENESS OF A FORMER CHAPTER; WHICH DESERTED A LADY, MOST UNCEREMONIOUSLY XXVIII LOOKS AFTER OLIVER, AND PROCEEDS WITH HIS ADVENTURES XXIX HAS AN INTRODUCTORY ACCOUNT OF THE INMATES OF THE HOUSE, TO WHICH OLIVER RESORTED XXX RELATES WHAT OLIVER’S NEW VISITORS THOUGHT OF HIM XXXI INVOLVES A CRITICAL POSITION XXXII OF THE HAPPY LIFE OLIVER BEGAN TO LEAD WITH HIS KIND FRIENDS XXXIII WHEREIN THE HAPPINESS OF OLIVER AND HIS FRIENDS, EXPERIENCES A SUDDEN CHECK XXXIV CONTAINS SOME INTRODUCTORY PARTICULARS RELATIVE TO A YOUNG GENTLEMAN WHO NOW ARRIVES UPON THE SCENE; AND A NEW ADVENTURE WHICH HAPPENED TO OLIVER XXXV CONTAINING THE UNSATISFACTORY RESULT OF OLIVER’S ADVENTURE; AND A CONVERSATION OF SOME IMPORTANCE BETWEEN HARRY MAYLIE AND ROSE XXXVI IS A VERY SHORT ONE, AND MAY APPEAR OF NO GREAT IMPORTANCE IN ITS PLACE, BUT IT SHOULD BE READ NOTWITHSTANDING, AS A SEQUEL TO THE LAST, AND A KEY TO ONE THAT WILL FOLLOW WHEN ITS TIME ARRIVES XXXVII IN WHICH THE READER MAY PERCEIVE A CONTRAST, NOT UNCOMMON IN MATRIMONIAL CASES XXXVIII CONTAINING AN ACCOUNT OF WHAT PASSED BETWEEN MR. AND MRS. BUMBLE, AND MR. MONKS, AT THEIR NOCTURNAL INTERVIEW XXXIX INTRODUCES SOME RESPECTABLE CHARACTERS WITH WHOM THE READER IS ALREADY ACQUAINTED, AND SHOWS HOW MONKS AND THE JEW LAID THEIR WORTHY HEADS TOGETHER XL A STRANGE INTERVIEW, WHICH IS A SEQUEL TO THE LAST CHAMBER XLI CONTAINING FRESH DISCOVERIES, AND SHOWING THAT SUPRISES, LIKE MISFORTUNES, SELDOM COME ALONE XLII AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE OF OLIVER’S, EXHIBITING DECIDED MARKS OF GENIUS, BECOMES A PUBLIC CHARACTER IN THE METROPOLIS XLIII WHEREIN IS SHOWN HOW THE ARTFUL DODGER GOT INTO TROUBLE XLIV THE TIME ARRIVES FOR NANCY TO REDEEM HER PLEDGE TO ROSE MAYLIE. SHE FAILS. XLV NOAH CLAYPOLE IS EMPLOYED BY FAGIN ON A SECRET MISSION XLVI THE APPOINTMENT KEPT XLVII FATAL CONSEQUENCES XLVIII THE FLIGHT OF SIKES XLIX MONKS AND MR. BROWNLOW AT LENGTH MEET. THEIR CONVERSATION, AND THE INTELLIGENCE THAT INTERRUPTS IT L THE PURSUIT AND ESCAPE LI AFFORDING AN EXPLANATION OF MORE MYSTERIES THAN ONE, AND COMPREHENDING A PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE WITH NO WORD OF SETTLEMENT OR PIN-MONEY LII FAGIN’S LAST NIGHT ALIVE LIII AND LAST

Tradução Integral em Português

por Charles Dickens

Oliver Twist

OU A TRAJETÓRIA DO MENINO DA PARÓQUIA

por Charles Dickens

Sumário

I TRATA DO LUGAR ONDE OLIVER TWIST NASCEU E DAS CIRCUNSTÂNCIAS QUE ACOMPANHARAM SEU NASCIMENTO II TRATA DO CRESCIMENTO, DA EDUCAÇÃO E DO SUSTENTO DE OLIVER TWIST III RELATA COMO OLIVER TWIST ESTEVE MUITO PERTO DE CONSEGUIR UMA OCUPAÇÃO QUE NÃO TERIA SIDO UMA SINECURA IV OLIVER, AO RECEBER A OFERTA DE OUTRA OCUPAÇÃO, FAZ SUA PRIMEIRA ENTRADA NA VIDA PÚBLICA V OLIVER MISTURA-SE A NOVOS COMPANHEIROS. AO IR A UM FUNERAL PELA PRIMEIRA VEZ, FORMA UMA OPINIÃO DESFAVORÁVEL SOBRE O OFÍCIO DE SEU PATRÃO VI OLIVER, INSTIGADO PELOS ESCÁRNIOS DE NOAH, PARTE PARA A AÇÃO E O DEIXA BASTANTE ESPANTADO VII OLIVER CONTINUA REBELDE VIII OLIVER CAMINHA ATÉ LONDRES. NA ESTRADA, ENCONTRA UM TIPO ESTRANHO DE JOVEM CAVALHEIRO IX CONTÉM OUTROS PORMENORES SOBRE O AGRADÁVEL VELHO CAVALHEIRO E SEUS PROMISSORES PUPILOS X OLIVER CONHECE MELHOR O CARÁTER DE SEUS NOVOS COMPANHEIROS E COMPRA EXPERIÊNCIA POR ALTO PREÇO. CAPÍTULO BREVE, MAS MUITO IMPORTANTE, DESTA HISTÓRIA XI TRATA DO SR. FANG, O MAGISTRADO DE POLÍCIA, E OFERECE UMA PEQUENA AMOSTRA DE SEU MODO DE ADMINISTRAR A JUSTIÇA XII EM QUE OLIVER RECEBE CUIDADOS MELHORES DO QUE JAMAIS RECEBERA. E EM QUE A NARRATIVA RETORNA AO ALEGRE VELHO CAVALHEIRO E A SEUS JOVENS AMIGOS XIII APRESENTAM-SE AO LEITOR INTELIGENTE ALGUNS NOVOS CONHECIDOS, RELACIONADOS AOS QUAIS SE CONTAM VÁRIOS ASSUNTOS AGRADÁVEIS PERTENCENTES A ESTA HISTÓRIA XIV COMPREENDE OUTROS PORMENORES DA ESTADIA DE OLIVER NA CASA DO SR. BROWNLOW, COM A NOTÁVEL PREVISÃO QUE CERTO SR. GRIMWIG FEZ A SEU RESPEITO QUANDO ELE SAIU PARA CUMPRIR UMA INCUMBÊNCIA XV MOSTRA O QUANTO O ALEGRE VELHO JUDEU E A SRTA. NANCY ERAM AFEIÇOADOS A OLIVER TWIST XVI RELATA O QUE ACONTECEU A OLIVER TWIST DEPOIS QUE NANCY O RECLAMOU XVII O DESTINO DE OLIVER, PERMANECENDO ADVERSO, TRAZ UM GRANDE HOMEM A LONDRES PARA PREJUDICAR-LHE A REPUTAÇÃO XVIII COMO OLIVER PASSOU O TEMPO NA EDIFICANTE COMPANHIA DE SEUS RESPEITÁVEIS AMIGOS XIX EM QUE UM PLANO NOTÁVEL É DISCUTIDO E DECIDIDO XX EM QUE OLIVER É ENTREGUE AO SR. WILLIAM SIKES XXI A EXPEDIÇÃO XXII O ASSALTO XXIII CONTÉM A ESSÊNCIA DE UMA AGRADÁVEL CONVERSA ENTRE O SR. BUMBLE E UMA SENHORA E MOSTRA QUE ATÉ UM BEDEL PODE SER SENSÍVEL EM CERTOS PONTOS XXIV TRATA DE UM ASSUNTO MUITO POBRE, MAS É BREVE E PODE REVELAR-SE IMPORTANTE NESTA HISTÓRIA XXV EM QUE ESTA HISTÓRIA RETORNA AO SR. FAGIN E COMPANHIA XXVI EM QUE UMA PERSONAGEM MISTERIOSA ENTRA EM CENA E MUITAS COISAS, INSEPARÁVEIS DESTA HISTÓRIA, SÃO FEITAS E REALIZADAS XXVII REPARA A DESCORTESIA DE UM CAPÍTULO ANTERIOR, QUE ABANDONOU UMA SENHORA SEM A MENOR CERIMÔNIA XXVIII VAI ATRÁS DE OLIVER E PROSSEGUE COM SUAS AVENTURAS XXIX APRESENTA UMA DESCRIÇÃO INICIAL DOS MORADORES DA CASA À QUAL OLIVER SE ACOLHEU XXX RELATA O QUE OS NOVOS VISITANTES DE OLIVER PENSARAM DELE XXXI ENVOLVE UMA SITUAÇÃO CRÍTICA XXXII DA VIDA FELIZ QUE OLIVER COMEÇOU A LEVAR COM SEUS BONDOSOS AMIGOS XXXIII EM QUE A FELICIDADE DE OLIVER E DE SEUS AMIGOS SOFRE UMA INTERRUPÇÃO REPENTINA XXXIV CONTÉM ALGUNS PORMENORES INTRODUTÓRIOS RELATIVOS A UM JOVEM CAVALHEIRO QUE AGORA ENTRA EM CENA E UMA NOVA AVENTURA QUE ACONTECEU A OLIVER XXXV CONTÉM O RESULTADO INSATISFATÓRIO DA AVENTURA DE OLIVER E UMA CONVERSA DE CERTA IMPORTÂNCIA ENTRE HARRY MAYLIE E ROSE XXXVI É MUITO BREVE E TALVEZ NÃO PAREÇA DE GRANDE IMPORTÂNCIA EM SEU LUGAR, MAS AINDA ASSIM DEVE SER LIDO, COMO CONTINUAÇÃO DO ANTERIOR E CHAVE PARA OUTRO QUE VIRÁ QUANDO CHEGAR SUA HORA XXXVII EM QUE O LEITOR PODE PERCEBER UM CONTRASTE NADA INCOMUM NOS CASAMENTOS XXXVIII CONTÉM UM RELATO DO QUE SE PASSOU ENTRE O SR. E A SRA. BUMBLE E O SR. MONKS EM SUA ENTREVISTA NOTURNA XXXIX APRESENTA ALGUMAS PERSONAGENS RESPEITÁVEIS QUE O LEITOR JÁ CONHECE E MOSTRA COMO MONKS E O JUDEU JUNTARAM SUAS DIGNAS CABEÇAS XL UMA ESTRANHA ENTREVISTA, CONTINUAÇÃO DO ÚLTIMO CAPÍTULO XLI CONTÉM NOVAS DESCOBERTAS E MOSTRA QUE AS SURPRESAS, COMO AS DESGRAÇAS, RARAMENTE VÊM SOZINHAS XLII UM VELHO CONHECIDO DE OLIVER, EXIBINDO INEQUÍVOCOS SINAIS DE TALENTO, TORNA-SE UMA FIGURA PÚBLICA NA METRÓPOLE XLIII EM QUE SE MOSTRA COMO O ARDILOSO DODGER METEU-SE EM APUROS XLIV CHEGA A HORA DE NANCY CUMPRIR A PROMESSA FEITA A ROSE MAYLIE. ELA FRACASSA XLV NOAH CLAYPOLE É EMPREGADO POR FAGIN NUMA MISSÃO SECRETA XLVI O ENCONTRO CUMPRIDO XLVII CONSEQUÊNCIAS FATAIS XLVIII A FUGA DE SIKES XLIX MONKS E O SR. BROWNLOW FINALMENTE SE ENCONTRAM. A CONVERSA ENTRE ELES E A NOTÍCIA QUE A INTERROMPE L A PERSEGUIÇÃO E A FUGA LI OFERECE A EXPLICAÇÃO DE MAIS DE UM MISTÉRIO E COMPREENDE UMA PROPOSTA DE CASAMENTO SEM UMA PALAVRA SOBRE ACORDO NUPCIAL OU DINHEIRO PARA DESPESAS LII A ÚLTIMA NOITE DE FAGIN COM VIDA LIII O ÚLTIMO

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CHAPTER I. Treats of the Place Where Oliver Twist Was Born and of the Circumstances Attending His Birth

Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Em uma cidade que não vou nomear, havia um asilo de pobres, como existia na maioria das cidades. Oliver Twist, a pessoa citada no título deste capítulo, nasceu ali em uma data que não importa para esta história.

Por muito tempo depois que o cirurgião da paróquia o trouxe a este mundo conturbado, ninguém sabia se o bebê viveria o bastante para receber um nome. Se tivesse morrido, esta história de vida provavelmente nunca teria aparecido, ou teria apenas duas páginas.

Nascer em um asilo de pobres não era sorte, mas, no caso de Oliver, talvez isso o tenha salvado. Ele tinha muita dificuldade para respirar e parecia perto da morte. Se parentes preocupados, enfermeiras e médicos o tivessem cercado, poderiam tê-lo matado rapidamente com seus cuidados. Em vez disso, estavam ali apenas uma velha pobre, tonta por causa da cerveja, e um cirurgião da paróquia. Oliver e a Natureza lutaram sozinhos. Depois de alguns esforços, ele respirou, espirrou e chorou alto, anunciando que a paróquia tinha um novo bebê para sustentar.

Original English Version

Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter.

For a long time after it was ushered into this world of sorrow and trouble, by the parish surgeon, it remained a matter of considerable doubt whether the child would survive to bear any name at all; in which case it is somewhat more than probable that these memoirs would never have appeared; or, if they had, that being comprised within a couple of pages, they would have possessed the inestimable merit of being the most concise and faithful specimen of biography, extant in the literature of any age or country.

Although I am not disposed to maintain that being born in a workhouse, is in itself the most fortunate and enviable circumstance that can possibly befall a human being, I do mean to say that in this particular instance, it was the best thing for Oliver Twist that could by possibility have occurred. The fact is, that there was considerable difficulty in inducing Oliver to take upon himself the office of respiration, - a troublesome practice, but one which custom has rendered necessary to our easy existence; and for some time he lay gasping on a little flock mattress, rather unequally poised between this world and the next: the balance being decidedly in favour of the latter. Now, if, during this brief period, Oliver had been surrounded by careful grandmothers, anxious aunts, experienced nurses, and doctors of profound wisdom, he would most inevitably and indubitably have been killed in no time. There being nobody by, however, but a pauper old woman, who was rendered rather misty by an unwonted allowance of beer; and a parish surgeon who did such matters by contract; Oliver and Nature fought out the point between them. The result was, that, after a few struggles, Oliver breathed, sneezed, and proceeded to advertise to the inmates of the workhouse the fact of a new burden having been imposed upon the parish, by setting up as loud a cry as could reasonably have been expected from a male infant who had not been possessed of that very useful appendage, a voice, for a much longer space of time than three minutes and a quarter.

Tradução Integral em Português

Entre outros edifícios públicos de certa cidade que, por muitas razões, será prudente não mencionar e à qual não darei nome fictício algum, existe um que antigamente era comum à maioria das cidades, grandes ou pequenas: a saber, um asilo de indigentes; e nesse asilo nasceu, num dia e numa data que não preciso dar-me ao trabalho de repetir, visto que, nesta altura dos acontecimentos pelo menos, não podem ter importância alguma para o leitor, o item de mortalidade cujo nome encabeça este capítulo.

Durante muito tempo depois de o cirurgião da paróquia o introduzir neste mundo de tristeza e aflição, permaneceu bastante duvidoso se a criança sobreviveria para receber nome algum; caso em que é mais do que provável que estas memórias nunca tivessem vindo a público; ou, se viessem, que, contidas em duas páginas, possuíssem o inestimável mérito de ser o mais conciso e fiel exemplo de biografia existente na literatura de qualquer época ou país.

Embora eu não esteja disposto a sustentar que nascer num asilo de indigentes seja, por si só, a circunstância mais feliz e invejável que possa suceder a um ser humano, quero dizer que, neste caso particular, foi a melhor coisa que poderia ter acontecido a Oliver Twist. O fato é que havia considerável dificuldade em induzir Oliver a assumir o ofício de respirar - prática incômoda, mas que o costume tornou necessária à nossa tranquila existência - e, por algum tempo, ele ficou arfando sobre um pequeno colchão de lã, em equilíbrio bastante desigual entre este mundo e o outro, com a balança decididamente inclinada em favor deste último. Ora, se durante esse breve período Oliver tivesse estado cercado de avós cuidadosas, tias aflitas, amas experientes e médicos de profunda sabedoria, inevitável e indubitavelmente o teriam matado num instante. Como, porém, não havia ali ninguém além de uma velha indigente, um tanto enevoada por uma ração incomum de cerveja, e de um cirurgião paroquial que tratava desses assuntos por contrato, Oliver e a Natureza resolveram a disputa entre si. O resultado foi que, depois de algumas lutas, Oliver respirou, espirrou e passou a anunciar aos moradores do asilo que um novo encargo fora imposto à paróquia, soltando um choro tão alto quanto se poderia razoavelmente esperar de um bebê do sexo masculino que não possuía aquele apêndice tão útil, a voz, havia muito mais de três minutos e quinze segundos.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Quando Oliver mostrou que seus pulmões funcionavam, a colcha remendada sobre a cama de ferro se mexeu. Uma jovem pálida levantou fracamente o rosto do travesseiro e sussurrou: “Deixe-me ver a criança e morrer.”

O cirurgião estava aquecendo e esfregando as mãos junto ao fogo. Quando a jovem falou, ele se levantou, foi até a cama e respondeu com uma bondade inesperada:

“Ah, você ainda não deve falar em morrer.”

“Deus abençoe o coração dela, não!”, interrompeu a enfermeira, escondendo depressa uma garrafa verde cujo conteúdo vinha saboreando em um canto.

“Quando ela tiver vivido tanto quanto eu, senhor, e tiver tido treze filhos, todos mortos menos dois, e esses dois no asilo comigo, saberá que não deve agir assim. Pense no que significa ser mãe, querida.”

Essa visão do futuro de uma mãe não consolou a paciente. Ela balançou a cabeça e estendeu a mão para a criança.

Original English Version

As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, “Let me see the child, and die.”

The surgeon had been sitting with his face turned towards the fire: giving the palms of his hands a warm and a rub alternately. As the young woman spoke, he rose, and advancing to the bed’s head, said, with more kindness than might have been expected of him:

“Oh, you must not talk about dying yet.”

“Lor bless her dear heart, no!” interposed the nurse, hastily depositing in her pocket a green glass bottle, the contents of which she had been tasting in a corner with evident satisfaction.

“Lor bless her dear heart, when she has lived as long as I have, sir, and had thirteen children of her own, and all on ’em dead except two, and them in the wurkus with me, she’ll know better than to take on in that way, bless her dear heart! Think what it is to be a mother, there’s a dear young lamb, do.”

Apparently this consolatory perspective of a mother’s prospects failed in producing its due effect. The patient shook her head, and stretched out her hand towards the child.

Tradução Integral em Português

Quando Oliver deu essa primeira prova do funcionamento livre e adequado de seus pulmões, a colcha de retalhos atirada descuidadamente sobre a cama de ferro farfalhou; o rosto pálido de uma jovem ergueu-se debilmente do travesseiro; e uma voz fraca articulou com dificuldade as palavras: “Deixe-me ver a criança e morrer.”

O cirurgião estava sentado, com o rosto voltado para o fogo, alternadamente aquecendo e esfregando as palmas das mãos. Quando a jovem falou, ele se levantou, aproximou-se da cabeceira e disse, com mais bondade do que se poderia esperar dele:

“Oh, ainda não deve falar em morrer.”

“Deus abençoe o coraçãozinho dela, não!”, interrompeu a enfermeira, enfiando às pressas no bolso uma garrafa de vidro verde cujo conteúdo estivera provando num canto com evidente satisfação.

“Deus abençoe o coraçãozinho dela; quando tiver vivido tanto quanto eu, senhor, e tido treze filhos, todos mortos menos dois, e os dois no asilo comigo, vai saber que não deve se afligir assim, Deus abençoe o coraçãozinho dela! Pense no que é ser mãe, minha querida cordeirinha, pense.”

Pelo visto, essa perspectiva consoladora das esperanças de uma mãe não produziu o devido efeito. A paciente balançou a cabeça e estendeu a mão para a criança.

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O cirurgião colocou o bebê nos braços dela. Com os lábios frios e brancos, ela beijou com paixão a testa dele, tocou o próprio rosto, olhou ao redor desesperadamente, tremeu, caiu para trás e morreu. Esfregaram seu corpo, mas seu sangue havia parado para sempre. A esperança e o consolo chegaram tarde demais.

“Está tudo acabado, senhora...”, disse por fim o cirurgião.

“Ah, pobre querida, acabou mesmo!”, disse a enfermeira. Ao se abaixar para pegar a criança, também recolheu a rolha que caíra de sua garrafa verde. “Pobre querida!”

“Não me chame se a criança chorar”, disse o cirurgião, calçando lentamente as luvas. “Ela provavelmente dará trabalho. Dê-lhe um pouco de mingau.” À porta, acrescentou: “Era uma moça bonita. De onde veio?”

“Ela foi trazida para cá ontem à noite por ordem do supervisor”, respondeu a velha. “Encontraram-na caída na rua. Os sapatos gastos mostravam que havia caminhado muito, mas ninguém sabe de onde veio nem para onde ia.”

Original English Version

The surgeon deposited it in her arms. She imprinted her cold white lips passionately on its forehead; passed her hands over her face; gazed wildly round; shuddered; fell back - and died. They chafed her breast, hands, and temples; but the blood had stopped forever. They talked of hope and comfort. They had been strangers too long.

“It’s all over, Mrs. Thingummy!” said the surgeon at last.

“Ah, poor dear, so it is!” said the nurse, picking up the cork of the green bottle, which had fallen out on the pillow, as she stooped to take up the child. “Poor dear!”

“You needn’t mind sending up to me, if the child cries, nurse,” said the surgeon, putting on his gloves with great deliberation. “It’s very likely it _will_ be troublesome. Give it a little gruel if it is.” He put on his hat, and, pausing by the bed-side on his way to the door, added, “She was a good-looking girl, too; where did she come from?”

“She was brought here last night,” replied the old woman, “by the overseer’s order. She was found lying in the street. She had walked some distance, for her shoes were worn to pieces; but where she came from, or where she was going to, nobody knows.”

Tradução Integral em Português

O cirurgião colocou-a em seus braços. Ela imprimiu apaixonadamente os lábios brancos e frios na testa do bebê; passou as mãos pelo próprio rosto; olhou em volta, transtornada; estremeceu; caiu para trás - e morreu. Friccionaram-lhe o peito, as mãos e as têmporas; mas o sangue parara para sempre. Falaram de esperança e consolo. Havia muito que lhe eram estranhos.

“Acabou tudo, senhora... como-é-mesmo-o-nome!”, disse por fim o cirurgião.

“Ah, pobre querida, acabou mesmo!”, disse a enfermeira, apanhando a rolha da garrafa verde, que caíra sobre o travesseiro quando ela se inclinou para pegar a criança. “Pobre querida!”

“Não precisa se preocupar em mandar me chamar se a criança chorar, enfermeira”, disse o cirurgião, calçando as luvas com grande vagar. “É muito provável que ela dê trabalho. Dê-lhe um pouco de mingau, se der.” Pôs o chapéu e, parando junto à cama a caminho da porta, acrescentou: “Era uma moça bonita também; de onde veio?”

“Trouxeram-na para cá ontem à noite”, respondeu a velha, “por ordem do supervisor. Encontraram-na caída na rua. Tinha caminhado uma boa distância, pois os sapatos estavam em pedaços; mas ninguém sabe de onde veio nem para onde ia.”

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O cirurgião se inclinou sobre o corpo e levantou a mão esquerda dela. “A velha história”, disse, balançando a cabeça. “Nenhuma aliança. Boa noite!”

O médico foi embora para jantar. A enfermeira bebeu novamente da garrafa verde, sentou-se em uma cadeira baixa junto ao fogo e começou a vestir o bebê.

As roupas logo mostraram o lugar de Oliver na sociedade. Enrolado apenas em um cobertor, ele poderia ser filho de um nobre ou de um mendigo. Porém, depois de vestido com roupas velhas e amareladas, ficou claramente marcado como órfão da paróquia e criança do asilo: um criado faminto que seria espancado, desprezado por todos e lamentado por ninguém.

Oliver chorou alto. Se soubesse que era órfão e estava entregue à misericórdia dos funcionários da paróquia, talvez tivesse chorado ainda mais.

Original English Version

The surgeon leaned over the body, and raised the left hand. “The old story,” he said, shaking his head: “no wedding-ring, I see. Ah! Good-night!”

The medical gentleman walked away to dinner; and the nurse, having once more applied herself to the green bottle, sat down on a low chair before the fire, and proceeded to dress the infant.

What an excellent example of the power of dress, young Oliver Twist was! Wrapped in the blanket which had hitherto formed his only covering, he might have been the child of a nobleman or a beggar; it would have been hard for the haughtiest stranger to have assigned him his proper station in society. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none.

Oliver cried lustily. If he could have known that he was an orphan, left to the tender mercies of churchwardens and overseers, perhaps he would have cried the louder.

Tradução Integral em Português

O cirurgião inclinou-se sobre o corpo e ergueu-lhe a mão esquerda. “A velha história”, disse, balançando a cabeça; “nenhuma aliança, pelo que vejo. Ah! Boa noite!”

O cavalheiro médico foi embora para jantar; e a enfermeira, depois de mais uma vez recorrer à garrafa verde, sentou-se numa cadeira baixa diante do fogo e começou a vestir o bebê.

Que excelente exemplo do poder das roupas era o pequeno Oliver Twist! Enrolado no cobertor que até então constituíra sua única cobertura, poderia ser filho de um nobre ou de um mendigo; até o estranho mais altivo teria dificuldade em atribuir-lhe a posição correta na sociedade. Mas agora, envolto nas velhas vestes de chita amareladas pelo mesmo serviço, estava marcado e etiquetado e assumia de imediato seu lugar: uma criança da paróquia - o órfão de um asilo - o humilde serviçal meio morto de fome - destinado a levar pancadas e empurrões pelo mundo - desprezado por todos e lamentado por ninguém.

Oliver chorou com força. Se pudesse saber que era órfão, abandonado às ternas misericórdias de guardiães da igreja e supervisores, talvez tivesse chorado ainda mais alto.

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CHAPTER II. Treats of Oliver Twist’s Growth, Education, and Board

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Nos oito ou dez meses seguintes, Oliver foi maltratado e alimentado à mão. O asilo não tinha nenhuma mulher que pudesse amamentá-lo, por isso a paróquia o enviou para uma casa menor, a cinco quilômetros dali. Lá, vinte ou trinta crianças pobres recebiam pouca comida e pouca roupa sob os cuidados da Sra. Mann. A paróquia lhe pagava sete pence e meio por criança a cada semana. Ela, muito esperta, ficava com a maior parte do dinheiro e dava às crianças ainda menos do que a pequena quantia destinada a elas.

Certa vez, um filósofo tentou ensinar um cavalo a viver sem comida. Reduziu sua refeição a um pedaço de palha por dia, mas o cavalo morreu pouco antes de passar a viver de ar. O sistema da Sra. Mann dava resultados parecidos. Justamente quando uma criança aprendia a sobreviver com quase nada, muitas vezes adoecia de fome e frio, caía no fogo por abandono ou era sufocada por acidente. A pobre criança então morria e se juntava aos pais que nunca conhecera.

Original English Version

For the next eight or ten months, Oliver was the victim of a systematic course of treachery and deception. He was brought up by hand. The hungry and destitute situation of the infant orphan was duly reported by the workhouse authorities to the parish authorities. The parish authorities inquired with dignity of the workhouse authorities, whether there was no female then domiciled in “the house” who was in a situation to impart to Oliver Twist, the consolation and nourishment of which he stood in need. The workhouse authorities replied with humility, that there was not. Upon this, the parish authorities magnanimously and humanely resolved, that Oliver should be “farmed,” or, in other words, that he should be dispatched to a branch-workhouse some three miles off, where twenty or thirty other juvenile offenders against the poor-laws, rolled about the floor all day, without the inconvenience of too much food or too much clothing, under the parental superintendence of an elderly female, who received the culprits at and for the consideration of sevenpence-halfpenny per small head per week. Sevenpence-halfpenny’s worth per week is a good round diet for a child; a great deal may be got for sevenpence-halfpenny, quite enough to overload its stomach, and make it uncomfortable. The elderly female was a woman of wisdom and experience; she knew what was good for children; and she had a very accurate perception of what was good for herself. So, she appropriated the greater part of the weekly stipend to her own use, and consigned the rising parochial generation to even a shorter allowance than was originally provided for them. Thereby finding in the lowest depth a deeper still; and proving herself a very great experimental philosopher.

Everybody knows the story of another experimental philosopher who had a great theory about a horse being able to live without eating, and who demonstrated it so well, that he had got his own horse down to a straw a day, and would unquestionably have rendered him a very spirited and rampacious animal on nothing at all, if he had not died, four-and-twenty hours before he was to have had his first comfortable bait of air. Unfortunately for the experimental philosophy of the female to whose protecting care Oliver Twist was delivered over, a similar result usually attended the operation of _her_ system; for at the very moment when the child had contrived to exist upon the smallest possible portion of the weakest possible food, it did perversely happen in eight and a half cases out of ten, either that it sickened from want and cold, or fell into the fire from neglect, or got half-smothered by accident; in any one of which cases, the miserable little being was usually summoned into another world, and there gathered to the fathers it had never known in this.

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Durante os oito ou dez meses seguintes, Oliver foi vítima de um curso sistemático de perfídia e engano. Foi criado à mamadeira. A situação faminta e desamparada do bebê órfão foi devidamente comunicada pelas autoridades do asilo às autoridades paroquiais. Estas perguntaram dignamente àquelas se não havia então domiciliada na “casa” alguma mulher em condições de dar a Oliver Twist o consolo e o alimento de que necessitava. As autoridades do asilo responderam humildemente que não. Diante disso, as autoridades paroquiais resolveram, magnânima e humanamente, que Oliver seria “posto numa granja”; ou, em outras palavras, que seria enviado a uma dependência do asilo, a cerca de cinco quilômetros dali, onde vinte ou trinta outros pequenos infratores das leis dos pobres rolavam pelo chão o dia inteiro, sem o incômodo de comida ou roupa em excesso, sob a supervisão maternal de uma senhora idosa que recebia os culpados mediante a remuneração de sete pence e meio por cabecinha, por semana. Sete pence e meio por semana constituem uma dieta bem farta para uma criança; pode-se comprar muita coisa com sete pence e meio, o bastante para sobrecarregar-lhe o estômago e deixá-la indisposta. A senhora idosa era uma mulher de sabedoria e experiência; sabia o que fazia bem às crianças e percebia com grande exatidão o que fazia bem a si própria. Assim, apropriava-se da maior parte do pagamento semanal para uso pessoal e condenava a nova geração paroquial a uma ração ainda menor que a originalmente prevista. Encontrava, desse modo, uma profundidade ainda maior no fundo do abismo e demonstrava ser uma grande filósofa experimental.

Todos conhecem a história de outro filósofo experimental que sustentava uma grande teoria sobre a capacidade de um cavalo viver sem comer e a demonstrou tão bem que reduziu a ração do próprio cavalo a uma palha por dia; e sem dúvida teria feito dele um animal muito fogoso e irrequieto, alimentado de absolutamente nada, se o cavalo não tivesse morrido vinte e quatro horas antes de receber sua primeira e confortável ração de ar. Infelizmente para a filosofia experimental da mulher a cujos cuidados protetores Oliver Twist foi confiado, um resultado semelhante em geral acompanhava o funcionamento de seu sistema; pois, no exato momento em que uma criança conseguia subsistir com a menor porção possível do alimento mais fraco possível, acontecia perversamente, em oito casos e meio de cada dez, que ela adoecia de fome e frio, caía no fogo por negligência ou ficava quase sufocada por acidente; em qualquer desses casos, a miserável criaturinha costumava ser chamada para outro mundo e ali reunida aos pais que jamais conhecera neste.

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Às vezes, uma criança morria de um modo que provocava uma investigação oficial. Um júri podia fazer perguntas difíceis, ou os moradores podiam assinar uma reclamação. Mas o cirurgião e o bedel logo encerravam o problema: o cirurgião afirmava não encontrar nada no corpo morto, e o bedel sempre dizia o que a paróquia queria. O conselho também fazia visitas regulares, mas avisava a Sra. Mann no dia anterior. As crianças pareciam limpas e arrumadas durante cada visita, e os funcionários não exigiam mais nada.

Esse sistema não podia produzir crianças saudáveis. Em seu nono aniversário, Oliver era pálido, magro e muito pequeno. Mesmo assim, tinha um espírito forte, talvez porque houvesse tanto espaço vazio dentro dele. Passou o aniversário trancado no depósito de carvão com outros dois meninos. Eles haviam sido espancados e presos por ousarem sentir fome. Então a Sra. Mann viu de repente o Sr. Bumble, o bedel, tentando abrir o portão do jardim.

Original English Version

Occasionally, when there was some more than usually interesting inquest upon a parish child who had been overlooked in turning up a bedstead, or inadvertently scalded to death when there happened to be a washing - though the latter accident was very scarce, anything approaching to a washing being of rare occurrence in the farm - the jury would take it into their heads to ask troublesome questions, or the parishioners would rebelliously affix their signatures to a remonstrance. But these impertinences were speedily checked by the evidence of the surgeon, and the testimony of the beadle; the former of whom had always opened the body and found nothing inside (which was very probable indeed), and the latter of whom invariably swore whatever the parish wanted; which was very self-devotional. Besides, the board made periodical pilgrimages to the farm, and always sent the beadle the day before, to say they were going. The children were neat and clean to behold, when _they_ went; and what more would the people have!

It cannot be expected that this system of farming would produce any very extraordinary or luxuriant crop. Oliver Twist’s ninth birthday found him a pale thin child, somewhat diminutive in stature, and decidedly small in circumference. But nature or inheritance had implanted a good sturdy spirit in Oliver’s breast. It had had plenty of room to expand, thanks to the spare diet of the establishment; and perhaps to this circumstance may be attributed his having any ninth birth-day at all. Be this as it may, however, it _was_ his ninth birthday; and he was keeping it in the coal-cellar with a select party of two other young gentleman, who, after participating with him in a sound thrashing, had been locked up for atrociously presuming to be hungry, when Mrs. Mann, the good lady of the house, was unexpectedly startled by the apparition of Mr. Bumble, the beadle, striving to undo the wicket of the garden-gate.

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De vez em quando, quando havia um inquérito mais interessante que o habitual sobre alguma criança da paróquia esquecida ao se erguer uma armação de cama, ou inadvertidamente escaldada até a morte quando por acaso se lavava roupa - embora este último acidente fosse muito raro, pois qualquer coisa próxima de uma lavagem era ocorrência incomum na granja - , o júri metia na cabeça fazer perguntas incômodas, ou os paroquianos, em rebeldia, punham suas assinaturas num protesto. Mas essas impertinências eram prontamente refreadas pelas provas do cirurgião e pelo testemunho do bedel: o primeiro sempre abrira o corpo e não encontrara nada dentro (o que, aliás, era muito provável), e o segundo invariavelmente jurava tudo quanto a paróquia desejava, o que revelava grande abnegação. Além disso, o conselho fazia peregrinações periódicas à granja e sempre mandava o bedel, na véspera, avisar que iria. Quando eles iam, as crianças apresentavam-se limpas e asseadas; que mais poderia o povo querer?

Não se poderia esperar que esse sistema de criação produzisse uma colheita muito extraordinária ou exuberante. No nono aniversário, Oliver Twist era uma criança pálida e magra, um tanto diminuta na estatura e decididamente pequena na circunferência. Mas a natureza, ou a hereditariedade, implantara-lhe no peito um espírito firme e robusto. Ele tivera bastante espaço para se expandir, graças à dieta parcimoniosa do estabelecimento; e talvez se possa atribuir a essa circunstância o fato de Oliver ter chegado a completar nove anos. Seja como for, era de fato seu nono aniversário; e ele o comemorava no depósito de carvão, na companhia seleta de outros dois jovens cavalheiros que, após participarem com ele de uma bela surra, tinham sido trancados por sua atroz presunção de sentir fome, quando a Sra. Mann, a boa senhora da casa, foi inesperadamente sobressaltada pela aparição do Sr. Bumble, o bedel, que tentava abrir a portinhola do portão do jardim.

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“Meu Deus! É o senhor, Sr. Bumble?”, chamou a Sra. Mann da janela, fingindo estar encantada. Em voz baixa, mandou Susan levar Oliver e os outros dois meninos para cima e lavá-los. Depois recebeu o Sr. Bumble em voz alta.

O Sr. Bumble era gordo e irritava-se com facilidade. Em vez de responder à calorosa saudação, sacudiu violentamente o pequeno portão e o chutou com toda a autoridade de um bedel.

Depois que os meninos foram retirados, a Sra. Mann correu para fora. “Imagine só! Esqueci que havia trancado o portão por dentro por causa dessas queridas crianças. Entre, por favor, Sr. Bumble.”

Seu convite veio acompanhado de uma reverência respeitosa que talvez amolecesse o coração de um funcionário da igreja, mas não acalmou o bedel.

Segurando a bengala, o Sr. Bumble perguntou se era respeitoso ou correto deixar um funcionário da paróquia esperando no portão quando vinha tratar de assuntos oficiais. Lembrou à Sra. Mann que ela era uma representante paga da paróquia.

Original English Version

“Goodness gracious! Is that you, Mr. Bumble, sir?” said Mrs. Mann, thrusting her head out of the window in well-affected ecstasies of joy. “(Susan, take Oliver and them two brats upstairs, and wash ’em directly.) - My heart alive! Mr. Bumble, how glad I am to see you, sure-ly!”

Now, Mr. Bumble was a fat man, and a choleric; so, instead of responding to this open-hearted salutation in a kindred spirit, he gave the little wicket a tremendous shake, and then bestowed upon it a kick which could have emanated from no leg but a beadle’s.

“Lor, only think,” said Mrs. Mann, running out, - for the three boys had been removed by this time, - “only think of that! That I should have forgotten that the gate was bolted on the inside, on account of them dear children! Walk in sir; walk in, pray, Mr. Bumble, do, sir.”

Although this invitation was accompanied with a curtsey that might have softened the heart of a churchwarden, it by no means mollified the beadle.

“Do you think this respectful or proper conduct, Mrs. Mann,” inquired Mr. Bumble, grasping his cane, “to keep the parish officers a waiting at your garden-gate, when they come here upon porochial business with the porochial orphans? Are you aweer, Mrs. Mann, that you are, as I may say, a porochial delegate, and a stipendiary?”

Tradução Integral em Português

“Meu Deus! É o senhor, Sr. Bumble?”, disse a Sra. Mann, enfiando a cabeça para fora da janela em êxtases de alegria muito bem fingidos. “(Susan, leve Oliver e aqueles dois pestinhas lá para cima e lave-os já.) - Santo Deus! Sr. Bumble, como fico contente de vê-lo, com certeza!”

Ora, o Sr. Bumble era um homem gordo e colérico; portanto, em vez de responder à saudação cordial com espírito semelhante, deu uma tremenda sacudida na portinhola e depois lhe aplicou um pontapé que não poderia ter partido de outra perna senão a de um bedel.

“Nossa, vejam só”, disse a Sra. Mann, correndo para fora - pois os três meninos já tinham sido retirados - , “vejam só isso! Eu me esquecer de que o portão estava trancado por dentro, por causa daquelas crianças queridas! Entre, senhor; entre, por favor, Sr. Bumble, faça o favor.”

Embora esse convite fosse acompanhado de uma mesura capaz de amolecer o coração de um guardião da igreja, de modo algum abrandou o bedel.

“A senhora considera respeitoso ou adequado, Sra. Mann”, perguntou o Sr. Bumble, agarrando a bengala, “deixar os funcionários da paróquia esperando no portão de seu jardim quando vêm tratar de assuntos poroquiais com os órfãos poroquiais? Tem conciência, Sra. Mann, de que é, por assim dizer, uma delegada poroquial e recebe estipêndio?”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

A Sra. Mann respondeu humildemente que apenas estava contando a uma ou duas das queridas crianças, que gostavam tanto dele, que ele estava chegando.

O Sr. Bumble tinha uma opinião elevada sobre sua capacidade de falar e sua importância. Havia mostrado a primeira e defendido a segunda, por isso relaxou.

“Bem, Sra. Mann”, disse ele com mais calma, “talvez seja verdade. Leve-me para dentro, pois vim a negócios e tenho algo a dizer.”

A Sra. Mann levou o bedel a uma saleta com piso de tijolos, ofereceu-lhe uma cadeira e colocou seu chapéu e sua bengala sobre a mesa. O Sr. Bumble enxugou o suor da testa, olhou com orgulho para o chapéu e sorriu. Bedéis são apenas homens, e o Sr. Bumble sorriu.

Com doçura, a Sra. Mann pediu que ele não se ofendesse. Como havia caminhado muito, ofereceu-lhe uma pequena bebida.

“Nem uma gota”, disse o Sr. Bumble, agitando a mão direita com dignidade tranquila.

Original English Version

“I’m sure Mr. Bumble, that I was only a telling one or two of the dear children as is so fond of you, that it was you a coming,” replied Mrs. Mann with great humility.

Mr. Bumble had a great idea of his oratorical powers and his importance. He had displayed the one, and vindicated the other. He relaxed.

“Well, well, Mrs. Mann,” he replied in a calmer tone; “it may be as you say; it may be. Lead the way in, Mrs. Mann, for I come on business, and have something to say.”

Mrs. Mann ushered the beadle into a small parlour with a brick floor; placed a seat for him; and officiously deposited his cocked hat and cane on the table before him. Mr. Bumble wiped from his forehead the perspiration which his walk had engendered, glanced complacently at the cocked hat, and smiled. Yes, he smiled. Beadles are but men: and Mr. Bumble smiled.

“Now don’t you be offended at what I’m a going to say,” observed Mrs. Mann, with captivating sweetness. “You’ve had a long walk, you know, or I wouldn’t mention it. Now, will you take a little drop of somethink, Mr. Bumble?”

“Not a drop. Nor a drop,” said Mr. Bumble, waving his right hand in a dignified, but placid manner.

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“Garanto, Sr. Bumble, que eu só estava dizendo a uma ou duas das queridas crianças que gostam tanto do senhor que era o senhor que vinha chegando”, respondeu a Sra. Mann com grande humildade.

O Sr. Bumble tinha elevada opinião de seus dotes oratórios e de sua própria importância. Exibira os primeiros e justificara a segunda. Relaxou.

“Bem, bem, Sra. Mann”, respondeu num tom mais calmo; “pode ser como diz; pode ser. Mostre o caminho para dentro, Sra. Mann, pois venho a negócios e tenho algo a dizer.”

A Sra. Mann conduziu o bedel a uma saleta com piso de tijolos; ofereceu-lhe um assento; e, prestativa, depositou o chapéu de duas pontas e a bengala sobre a mesa diante dele. O Sr. Bumble enxugou da testa o suor provocado pela caminhada, contemplou satisfeito o chapéu e sorriu. Sim, sorriu. Bedéis não passam de homens; e o Sr. Bumble sorriu.

“Agora não se ofenda com o que vou dizer”, observou a Sra. Mann com uma doçura cativante. “O senhor deu uma longa caminhada, sabe, senão eu não tocaria no assunto. Aceita agora um golinho de alguma coisa, Sr. Bumble?”

“Nem uma gota. Nem uma gota”, disse o Sr. Bumble, agitando a mão direita de maneira digna, porém serena.

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A Sra. Mann entendeu o tom e o gesto da recusa. “Acho que vai aceitar. Só um pouquinho, com água fria e um pedaço de açúcar.”

O Sr. Bumble tossiu.

“Só um pouquinho”, disse a Sra. Mann de modo persuasivo.

“O que é?”, perguntou o bedel.

Abrindo um armário e tirando uma garrafa e um copo, a Sra. Mann explicou que precisava guardar um pouco para o remédio dos bebês quando adoeciam. “É gim. Não vou enganá-lo, Sr. Bumble. É gim.”

Observando-a preparar a bebida, Bumble perguntou: “A senhora dá esse remédio às crianças, Sra. Mann?”

“Sim, Deus as abençoe, embora seja caro”, respondeu a enfermeira. “Eu não suportaria vê-las sofrer diante dos meus olhos.”

O Sr. Bumble concordou que ela era uma mulher bondosa. Quando ela pousou o copo, ele prometeu mencionar sua bondade ao conselho. Puxou a bebida para perto, mexeu-a, brindou à saúde da Sra. Mann e engoliu metade.

Original English Version

“I think you will,” said Mrs. Mann, who had noticed the tone of the refusal, and the gesture that had accompanied it. “Just a leetle drop, with a little cold water, and a lump of sugar.”

Mr. Bumble coughed.

“Now, just a leetle drop,” said Mrs. Mann persuasively.

“What is it?” inquired the beadle.

“Why, it’s what I’m obliged to keep a little of in the house, to put into the blessed infants’ Daffy, when they ain’t well, Mr. Bumble,” replied Mrs. Mann as she opened a corner cupboard, and took down a bottle and glass. “It’s gin. I’ll not deceive you, Mr. B. It’s gin.”

“Do you give the children Daffy, Mrs. Mann?” inquired Bumble, following with his eyes the interesting process of mixing.

“Ah, bless ’em, that I do, dear as it is,” replied the nurse. “I couldn’t see ’em suffer before my very eyes, you know sir.”

“No”; said Mr. Bumble approvingly; “no, you could not. You are a humane woman, Mrs. Mann.” (Here she set down the glass.) “I shall take a early opportunity of mentioning it to the board, Mrs. Mann.” (He drew it towards him.) “You feel as a mother, Mrs. Mann.” (He stirred the gin-and-water.) “I - I drink your health with cheerfulness, Mrs. Mann”; and he swallowed half of it.

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“Acho que vai aceitar”, disse a Sra. Mann, que notara o tom da recusa e o gesto que a acompanhara. “Só um golinho, com um pouco de água fria e um torrão de açúcar.”

O Sr. Bumble tossiu.

“Ora, só um golinho”, disse a Sra. Mann, persuasiva.

“O que é?”, perguntou o bedel.

“Bem, é uma coisa que sou obrigada a guardar um pouco em casa para pôr no elixir dos bebês abençoados quando eles não estão bem, Sr. Bumble”, respondeu a Sra. Mann, abrindo um armário de canto e tirando uma garrafa e um copo. “É gim. Não vou enganá-lo, Sr. B. É gim.”

“A senhora dá elixir às crianças, Sra. Mann?”, perguntou Bumble, acompanhando com os olhos o interessante processo da mistura.

“Ah, Deus as abençoe, dou sim, caro como é”, respondeu a enfermeira. “Eu não poderia vê-las sofrer diante de meus próprios olhos, sabe, senhor.”

“Não”, disse o Sr. Bumble, em aprovação; “não, não poderia. A senhora é uma mulher humana, Sra. Mann.” (Nesse ponto, ela pousou o copo.) “Aproveitarei a primeira oportunidade para mencioná-lo ao conselho, Sra. Mann.” (Ele puxou o copo para si.) “A senhora sente como mãe, Sra. Mann.” (Mexeu o gim com água.) “Eu... eu bebo alegremente à sua saúde, Sra. Mann”; e engoliu metade.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Tirando do bolso um caderno de couro, o bedel passou aos negócios. Disse que a criança parcialmente batizada como Oliver Twist completava nove anos naquele dia.

“Deus o abençoe!”, interrompeu a Sra. Mann, esfregando o olho esquerdo com a ponta do avental.

Bumble disse que, mesmo depois de oferecer uma recompensa de dez libras, mais tarde aumentada para vinte, e de fazer esforços extraordinários, a paróquia nunca descobrira quem era o pai de Oliver nem o lar, o nome ou a posição social de sua mãe.

A Sra. Mann levantou as mãos, surpresa. Depois de pensar por um momento, perguntou: “Então como ele recebeu um nome?”

O bedel se endireitou com orgulho e disse: “Eu o inventei.”

“O senhor, Sr. Bumble?”

“Sim, Sra. Mann. Damos nomes às crianças abandonadas em ordem alfabética. O último nome começava com S, então o chamei de Swubble. Este precisava de T, então o chamei de Twist. Os próximos dois serão Unwin e Vilkins. Tenho nomes prontos até o fim do alfabeto e posso recomeçar depois do Z.”

Original English Version

“And now about business,” said the beadle, taking out a leathern pocket-book. “The child that was half-baptized Oliver Twist, is nine year old today.”

“Bless him!” interposed Mrs. Mann, inflaming her left eye with the corner of her apron.

“And notwithstanding a offered reward of ten pound, which was afterwards increased to twenty pound. Notwithstanding the most superlative, and, I may say, supernat’ral exertions on the part of this parish,” said Bumble, “we have never been able to discover who is his father, or what was his mother’s settlement, name, or condition.”

Mrs. Mann raised her hands in astonishment; but added, after a moment’s reflection, “How comes he to have any name at all, then?”

The beadle drew himself up with great pride, and said, “I inwented it.”

“You, Mr. Bumble!”

“I, Mrs. Mann. We name our fondlings in alphabetical order. The last was a S, - Swubble, I named him. This was a T, - Twist, I named _him_. The next one comes will be Unwin, and the next Vilkins. I have got names ready made to the end of the alphabet, and all the way through it again, when we come to Z.”

Tradução Integral em Português

“E agora, aos negócios”, disse o bedel, tirando uma carteira de couro. “A criança que recebeu o meio batismo de Oliver Twist completa nove anos hoje.”

“Deus o abençoe!”, interrompeu a Sra. Mann, esfregando o canto do avental no olho esquerdo até avermelhá-lo.

“E apesar de uma recompensa oferecida de dez libras, depois elevada a vinte libras. Apesar dos esforços mais superlativos e, posso dizer, sobrenaturais desta paróquia”, disse Bumble, “jamais conseguimos descobrir quem é o pai dele, nem qual era o domicílio legal, o nome ou a condição de sua mãe.”

A Sra. Mann ergueu as mãos, espantada; mas acrescentou, depois de um instante de reflexão: “Então como é que ele tem nome?”

O bedel aprumou-se com grande orgulho e disse: “Eu inwentei.”

“O senhor, Sr. Bumble!”

“Eu, Sra. Mann. Damos nome aos enjeitados em ordem alfabética. O último começava com S: dei-lhe o nome de Swubble. Este começava com T: dei a _ele_ o nome Twist. O próximo que vier será Unwin, e o seguinte Vilkins. Tenho nomes prontos até o fim do alfabeto e para percorrê-lo todo de novo quando chegarmos ao Z.”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

“Ora, o senhor é um verdadeiro homem das letras!”, disse a Sra. Mann.

Satisfeito com o elogio, o bedel concordou que talvez fosse. Terminou o gim com água e disse que Oliver estava velho demais para ficar ali. O conselho decidira levá-lo de volta ao asilo, e Bumble viera buscá-lo. Exigiu ver Oliver imediatamente.

A Sra. Mann saiu para buscá-lo. Alguém removeu do rosto e das mãos de Oliver o máximo da grossa camada de sujeira que uma única lavagem permitia. Então sua bondosa protetora o levou para a sala.

“Faça uma reverência ao cavalheiro, Oliver”, disse a Sra. Mann.

Oliver fez uma reverência, em parte para o bedel na cadeira e em parte para o chapéu oficial sobre a mesa.

“Você virá comigo, Oliver?”, perguntou o Sr. Bumble com voz majestosa.

Oliver estava prestes a dizer que iria de bom grado com qualquer pessoa. Então viu a Sra. Mann atrás da cadeira do bedel, sacudindo o punho com raiva. Entendeu o aviso, pois aquele punho atingira seu corpo vezes demais para que pudesse esquecê-lo.

Original English Version

“Why, you’re quite a literary character, sir!” said Mrs. Mann.

“Well, well,” said the beadle, evidently gratified with the compliment; “perhaps I may be. Perhaps I may be, Mrs. Mann.” He finished the gin-and-water, and added, “Oliver being now too old to remain here, the board have determined to have him back into the house. I have come out myself to take him there. So let me see him at once.”

“I’ll fetch him directly,” said Mrs. Mann, leaving the room for that purpose. Oliver, having had by this time as much of the outer coat of dirt which encrusted his face and hands, removed, as could be scrubbed off in one washing, was led into the room by his benevolent protectress.

“Make a bow to the gentleman, Oliver,” said Mrs. Mann.

Oliver made a bow, which was divided between the beadle on the chair, and the cocked hat on the table.

“Will you go along with me, Oliver?” said Mr. Bumble, in a majestic voice.

Oliver was about to say that he would go along with anybody with great readiness, when, glancing upward, he caught sight of Mrs. Mann, who had got behind the beadle’s chair, and was shaking her fist at him with a furious countenance. He took the hint at once, for the fist had been too often impressed upon his body not to be deeply impressed upon his recollection.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Ora, o senhor é mesmo um homem de letras!”, disse a Sra. Mann.

“Bem, bem”, disse o bedel, evidentemente lisonjeado pelo elogio; “talvez eu seja. Talvez eu seja, Sra. Mann.” Terminou o gim com água e acrescentou: “Como Oliver agora está velho demais para permanecer aqui, o conselho resolveu levá-lo de volta para a casa. Eu mesmo vim buscá-lo. Portanto, deixe-me vê-lo já.”

“Vou buscá-lo imediatamente”, disse a Sra. Mann, saindo da sala com esse propósito. Oliver, que a essa altura tivera removida tanta sujeira da crosta externa que lhe cobria o rosto e as mãos quanto se podia esfregar numa única lavagem, foi conduzido à sala por sua benevolente protetora.

“Faça uma reverência ao cavalheiro, Oliver”, disse a Sra. Mann.

Oliver fez uma reverência dividida entre o bedel na cadeira e o chapéu de duas pontas sobre a mesa.

“Quer vir comigo, Oliver?”, disse o Sr. Bumble com voz majestosa.

Oliver estava prestes a dizer que iria de muito bom grado com qualquer pessoa quando, erguendo os olhos, avistou a Sra. Mann, que se colocara atrás da cadeira do bedel e agitava o punho para ele com semblante furioso. Entendeu o aviso imediatamente, pois aquele punho deixara marcas em seu corpo vezes demais para não deixar uma impressão profunda em sua memória.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

“Ela virá comigo?”, perguntou o pobre Oliver.

“Não, ela não pode”, respondeu o Sr. Bumble. “Mas irá visitá-lo às vezes.”

Isso não consolou Oliver, mas ele era esperto o bastante para fingir que lamentava muito partir. A fome e os espancamentos recentes facilitavam as lágrimas. A Sra. Mann o abraçou muitas vezes e lhe deu algo de que precisava mais: pão com manteiga, para que não parecesse faminto demais no asilo. Com o boné da paróquia e o pão na mão, Oliver partiu com o Sr. Bumble. Nenhuma palavra ou olhar bondoso jamais iluminara aquela casa terrível, mas ele chorou profundamente quando o portão se fechou. As crianças infelizes dali eram os únicos amigos que conhecia, e pela primeira vez ele se sentiu sozinho no vasto mundo.

O Sr. Bumble caminhava com passos largos enquanto o pequeno Oliver segurava com força sua manga de borda dourada e corria ao lado dele. A cada quarto de milha, Oliver perguntava se estavam quase chegando. Bumble respondia de modo curto e ríspido. A bondade provocada pelo gim com água havia desaparecido, e ele era novamente um bedel.

Original English Version

“Will _she_ go with me?” inquired poor Oliver.

“No, she can’t,” replied Mr. Bumble. “But she’ll come and see you sometimes.”

This was no very great consolation to the child. Young as he was, however, he had sense enough to make a feint of feeling great regret at going away. It was no very difficult matter for the boy to call tears into his eyes. Hunger and recent ill-usage are great assistants if you want to cry; and Oliver cried very naturally indeed. Mrs. Mann gave him a thousand embraces, and what Oliver wanted a great deal more, a piece of bread and butter, lest he should seem too hungry when he got to the workhouse. With the slice of bread in his hand, and the little brown-cloth parish cap on his head, Oliver was then led away by Mr. Bumble from the wretched home where one kind word or look had never lighted the gloom of his infant years. And yet he burst into an agony of childish grief, as the cottage-gate closed after him. Wretched as were the little companions in misery he was leaving behind, they were the only friends he had ever known; and a sense of his loneliness in the great wide world, sank into the child’s heart for the first time.

Mr. Bumble walked on with long strides; little Oliver, firmly grasping his gold-laced cuff, trotted beside him, inquiring at the end of every quarter of a mile whether they were “nearly there.” To these interrogations Mr. Bumble returned very brief and snappish replies; for the temporary blandness which gin-and-water awakens in some bosoms had by this time evaporated; and he was once again a beadle.

Tradução Integral em Português

“_Ela_ vai comigo?”, perguntou o pobre Oliver.

“Não, ela não pode”, respondeu o Sr. Bumble. “Mas virá vê-lo de vez em quando.”

Isso não era grande consolo para a criança. Apesar da pouca idade, porém, Oliver tinha juízo suficiente para fingir sentir enorme tristeza por partir. Não era nada difícil para o menino encher os olhos de lágrimas. A fome e os maus-tratos recentes ajudam muito quando se quer chorar; e Oliver chorou com grande naturalidade. A Sra. Mann cobriu-o de abraços e, do que Oliver necessitava muito mais, deu-lhe uma fatia de pão com manteiga, para que não parecesse faminto demais quando chegasse ao asilo. Com a fatia de pão na mão e o pequeno boné paroquial de tecido marrom na cabeça, Oliver foi então levado pelo Sr. Bumble para longe do mísero lar onde nenhuma palavra ou olhar bondoso jamais iluminara a escuridão de seus primeiros anos. E, no entanto, rompeu num paroxismo de dor infantil quando o portão da casa se fechou atrás dele. Por mais miseráveis que fossem os pequenos companheiros de desgraça que deixava, eram os únicos amigos que conhecera; e, pela primeira vez, a sensação de sua solidão no vasto mundo penetrou no coração da criança.

O Sr. Bumble avançava a passos largos; o pequeno Oliver, agarrado firmemente ao punho do casaco guarnecido de galões dourados, trotava a seu lado, perguntando a cada quarto de milha se já estavam “quase chegando”. O Sr. Bumble respondia a essas perguntas de modo muito breve e ríspido; pois a brandura temporária que o gim com água desperta em certos peitos já se evaporara, e ele voltara a ser um bedel.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Oliver estava no asilo havia menos de quinze minutos e mal terminara uma segunda fatia de pão quando o Sr. Bumble voltou. Disse que era noite de reunião e que o conselho queria que Oliver comparecesse diante dele imediatamente.

Oliver não entendia o que era um “conselho” vivo, por isso a notícia o confundiu. Antes que pudesse decidir se ria ou chorava, o Sr. Bumble bateu em sua cabeça e nas costas com a bengala e mandou que o seguisse. Levou Oliver a uma grande sala branca onde oito ou dez cavalheiros gordos estavam sentados em torno de uma mesa. Um homem especialmente gordo, de rosto redondo e vermelho, ocupava uma cadeira mais alta na cabeceira.

“Faça uma reverência ao conselho”, disse Bumble. Oliver enxugou algumas lágrimas. Como a única tábua que via era a mesa, por sorte fez uma reverência a ela.

“Qual é o seu nome, menino?”, perguntou o cavalheiro na cadeira alta.

Original English Version

Oliver had not been within the walls of the workhouse a quarter of an hour, and had scarcely completed the demolition of a second slice of bread, when Mr. Bumble, who had handed him over to the care of an old woman, returned; and, telling him it was a board night, informed him that the board had said he was to appear before it forthwith.

Not having a very clearly defined notion of what a live board was, Oliver was rather astounded by this intelligence, and was not quite certain whether he ought to laugh or cry. He had no time to think about the matter, however; for Mr. Bumble gave him a tap on the head, with his cane, to wake him up: and another on the back to make him lively: and bidding him to follow, conducted him into a large whitewashed room, where eight or ten fat gentlemen were sitting round a table. At the top of the table, seated in an arm-chair rather higher than the rest, was a particularly fat gentleman with a very round, red face.

“Bow to the board,” said Bumble. Oliver brushed away two or three tears that were lingering in his eyes; and seeing no board but the table, fortunately bowed to that.

“What’s your name, boy?” said the gentleman in the high chair.

Tradução Integral em Português

Oliver não estava havia quinze minutos dentro das paredes do asilo e mal terminara de demolir uma segunda fatia de pão quando o Sr. Bumble, que o entregara aos cuidados de uma velha, voltou; e, dizendo-lhe que era noite de reunião, informou que o conselho ordenara seu comparecimento imediato.

Como não tinha ideia muito clara do que seria um conselho vivo, Oliver ficou bastante assombrado com a notícia e não sabia ao certo se devia rir ou chorar. Não teve tempo de pensar no assunto, porém; pois o Sr. Bumble bateu-lhe na cabeça com a bengala para despertá-lo, e outra vez nas costas para avivá-lo; e, ordenando-lhe que o seguisse, levou-o a uma grande sala caiada, onde oito ou dez cavalheiros gordos estavam sentados em volta de uma mesa. À cabeceira, numa poltrona um pouco mais alta que as demais, sentava-se um cavalheiro particularmente gordo, de rosto muito redondo e vermelho.

“Faça uma reverência ao conselho”, disse Bumble. Oliver enxugou duas ou três lágrimas que ainda lhe pairavam nos olhos; e, não vendo tábua alguma além da mesa, por sorte fez uma reverência a ela.

“Qual é seu nome, menino?”, disse o cavalheiro na cadeira alta.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Os muitos cavalheiros assustaram Oliver e o fizeram tremer. Outra pancada do bedel o fez chorar, por isso respondeu muito baixo e com hesitação. Um cavalheiro de colete branco o chamou de tolo, o que não ajudou em nada a fazê-lo se sentir melhor.

“Menino”, disse o cavalheiro na cadeira alta, “escute-me. Imagino que saiba que é órfão.”

“O que é isso, senhor?”, perguntou o pobre Oliver.

“O menino é um tolo, como eu pensava”, disse o cavalheiro de colete branco.

“Silêncio!”, disse o primeiro cavalheiro. “Você sabe que não tem pai nem mãe e que foi criado pela paróquia, não sabe?”

“Sim, senhor”, respondeu Oliver, chorando amargamente.

O cavalheiro de colete branco perguntou por que ele estava chorando, como se o menino não tivesse motivo algum.

Outro cavalheiro falou com voz áspera. Esperava que Oliver rezasse todas as noites pelas pessoas que o alimentavam e cuidavam dele, como deveria fazer um cristão.

Original English Version

Oliver was frightened at the sight of so many gentlemen, which made him tremble: and the beadle gave him another tap behind, which made him cry. These two causes made him answer in a very low and hesitating voice; whereupon a gentleman in a white waistcoat said he was a fool. Which was a capital way of raising his spirits, and putting him quite at his ease.

“Boy,” said the gentleman in the high chair, “listen to me. You know you’re an orphan, I suppose?”

“What’s that, sir?” inquired poor Oliver.

“The boy _is_ a fool - I thought he was,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat.

“Hush!” said the gentleman who had spoken first. “You know you’ve got no father or mother, and that you were brought up by the parish, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” replied Oliver, weeping bitterly.

“What are you crying for?” inquired the gentleman in the white waistcoat. And to be sure it was very extraordinary. What _could_ the boy be crying for?

“I hope you say your prayers every night,” said another gentleman in a gruff voice; “and pray for the people who feed you, and take care of you - like a Christian.”

Tradução Integral em Português

Oliver assustou-se ao ver tantos cavalheiros, o que o fez tremer; e o bedel deu-lhe outra pancadinha por trás, o que o fez chorar. Essas duas causas o levaram a responder com voz muito baixa e hesitante; diante disso, um cavalheiro de colete branco disse que ele era um tolo. Uma excelente maneira de animá-lo e deixá-lo inteiramente à vontade.

“Menino”, disse o cavalheiro na cadeira alta, “escute-me. Suponho que saiba que é órfão?”

“O que é isso, senhor?”, perguntou o pobre Oliver.

“O menino _é_ tolo; bem que pensei”, disse o cavalheiro de colete branco.

“Silêncio!”, disse o cavalheiro que falara primeiro. “Sabe que não tem pai nem mãe e que foi criado pela paróquia, não sabe?”

“Sim, senhor”, respondeu Oliver, chorando amargamente.

“Por que está chorando?”, perguntou o cavalheiro de colete branco. E com certeza era muito extraordinário. Por que _poderia_ o menino estar chorando?

“Espero que faça suas orações todas as noites”, disse outro cavalheiro com voz áspera, “e reze pelas pessoas que o alimentam e cuidam de você, como um cristão.”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

“Sim, senhor”, disse o menino, nervoso. O cavalheiro estava certo por acaso: rezar por aquelas pessoas teria sido um ato muito cristão. Mas Oliver nunca fizera isso porque ninguém o ensinara a rezar.

O cavalheiro de rosto vermelho na cadeira alta disse a Oliver que ele fora levado ali para receber educação e aprender um ofício útil.

O homem hostil de colete branco acrescentou que Oliver começaria a desfazer cordas velhas às seis da manhã seguinte.

Por ordem do bedel, Oliver fez uma reverência para agradecer por essas duas “bênçãos”. Depois o levaram depressa a um grande dormitório, onde chorou até adormecer numa cama dura. Que leis bondosas tinha a Inglaterra: até permitiam que os pobres dormissem!

O pobre Oliver dormia sem saber que naquele dia o conselho tomara uma decisão que afetaria profundamente todo o seu futuro. Esta era a decisão:

Original English Version

“Yes, sir,” stammered the boy. The gentleman who spoke last was unconsciously right. It would have been _very_ like a Christian, and a marvellously good Christian too, if Oliver had prayed for the people who fed and took care of _him_. But he hadn’t, because nobody had taught him.

“Well! You have come here to be educated, and taught a useful trade,” said the red-faced gentleman in the high chair.

“So you’ll begin to pick oakum tomorrow morning at six o’clock,” added the surly one in the white waistcoat.

For the combination of both these blessings in the one simple process of picking oakum, Oliver bowed low by the direction of the beadle, and was then hurried away to a large ward; where, on a rough, hard bed, he sobbed himself to sleep. What a novel illustration of the tender laws of England! They let the paupers go to sleep!

Poor Oliver! He little thought, as he lay sleeping in happy unconsciousness of all around him, that the board had that very day arrived at a decision which would exercise the most material influence over all his future fortunes. But they had. And this was it:

Tradução Integral em Português

“Sim, senhor”, gaguejou o menino. Sem perceber, o último cavalheiro que falara tinha razão. Teria sido atitude _muito_ cristã - e de um cristão maravilhosamente bom também - se Oliver rezasse pelas pessoas que o alimentavam e cuidavam _dele_. Mas não rezava, porque ninguém o ensinara.

“Pois bem! Veio para cá a fim de ser educado e aprender um ofício útil”, disse o cavalheiro de rosto vermelho na cadeira alta.

“Portanto, amanhã de manhã, às seis horas, começará a desfiar estopa”, acrescentou o sujeito carrancudo de colete branco.

Pela reunião dessas duas bênçãos no simples processo de desfiar estopa, Oliver, a uma ordem do bedel, inclinou-se profundamente; depois foi levado às pressas para um grande alojamento onde, numa cama áspera e dura, soluçou até adormecer. Que ilustração inédita das ternas leis da Inglaterra! Permitem que os indigentes durmam!

Pobre Oliver! Enquanto dormia, felizmente inconsciente de tudo ao redor, pouco imaginava que naquele mesmo dia o conselho tomara uma decisão que exerceria a mais profunda influência sobre todo o seu destino futuro. Mas tomara. E foi esta:

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Os membros do conselho se consideravam pensadores sábios. Decidiram que os pobres gostavam do asilo porque ele oferecia refeições grátis e nenhum trabalho. Para acabar com esse suposto prazer, deram às pessoas uma escolha: morrer de fome lentamente dentro do asilo ou rapidamente fora dele. Forneciam água ilimitada, mas pouca aveia: três tigelas de mingau ralo por dia, duas cebolas por semana e meio pãozinho aos domingos. Também separavam maridos e esposas pobres. Como qualquer ajuda exigia entrar no asilo e comer seu mingau, o medo mantinha muitas pessoas afastadas.

Durante os primeiros seis meses depois da chegada de Oliver, o novo sistema funcionou plenamente. No começo, custou mais porque o agente funerário teve mais trabalho, e as roupas dos internos precisaram ser apertadas quando seus corpos emagreceram após semanas de mingau. Logo o número de pessoas no asilo diminuiu, e o conselho ficou encantado.

Original English Version

The members of this board were very sage, deep, philosophical men; and when they came to turn their attention to the workhouse, they found out at once, what ordinary folks would never have discovered - the poor people liked it! It was a regular place of public entertainment for the poorer classes; a tavern where there was nothing to pay; a public breakfast, dinner, tea, and supper all the year round; a brick and mortar elysium, where it was all play and no work. “Oho!” said the board, looking very knowing; “we are the fellows to set this to rights; we’ll stop it all, in no time.” So, they established the rule, that all poor people should have the alternative (for they would compel nobody, not they), of being starved by a gradual process in the house, or by a quick one out of it. With this view, they contracted with the water-works to lay on an unlimited supply of water; and with a corn-factory to supply periodically small quantities of oatmeal; and issued three meals of thin gruel a day, with an onion twice a week, and half a roll of Sundays. They made a great many other wise and humane regulations, having reference to the ladies, which it is not necessary to repeat; kindly undertook to divorce poor married people, in consequence of the great expense of a suit in Doctors’ Commons; and, instead of compelling a man to support his family, as they had theretofore done, took his family away from him, and made him a bachelor! There is no saying how many applicants for relief, under these last two heads, might have started up in all classes of society, if it had not been coupled with the workhouse; but the board were long-headed men, and had provided for this difficulty. The relief was inseparable from the workhouse and the gruel; and that frightened people.

For the first six months after Oliver Twist was removed, the system was in full operation. It was rather expensive at first, in consequence of the increase in the undertaker’s bill, and the necessity of taking in the clothes of all the paupers, which fluttered loosely on their wasted, shrunken forms, after a week or two’s gruel. But the number of workhouse inmates got thin as well as the paupers; and the board were in ecstasies.

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Os membros desse conselho eram homens muito sábios, profundos e filosóficos; e, quando voltaram a atenção para o asilo, descobriram de imediato o que as pessoas comuns jamais teriam descoberto: os pobres gostavam dali! Era um autêntico estabelecimento de diversão pública para as classes mais pobres; uma taverna onde nada havia a pagar; desjejum, almoço, chá e ceia públicos o ano inteiro; um elísio de tijolo e argamassa onde tudo era diversão e nada, trabalho. “Ahá!”, disse o conselho, com ar muito sagaz; “somos os homens certos para consertar isso; acabaremos com tudo num instante.” Assim, estabeleceram a regra de que todos os pobres teriam a alternativa - pois não obrigariam ninguém, claro que não - de morrer de fome por um processo gradual dentro do asilo, ou por um processo rápido fora dele. Para esse fim, contrataram a companhia de águas para fornecer uma quantidade ilimitada de água e uma fábrica de cereais para fornecer periodicamente pequenas quantidades de aveia; e distribuíram três refeições de mingau ralo por dia, com uma cebola duas vezes por semana e meio pãozinho aos domingos. Fizeram muitos outros regulamentos sábios e humanos referentes às senhoras, que não é necessário repetir; bondosamente encarregaram-se de divorciar os casais pobres, em vista do alto custo de um processo no tribunal eclesiástico; e, em vez de obrigar um homem a sustentar a família, como haviam feito até então, tiravam-lhe a família e faziam dele solteiro! Não se pode dizer quantos candidatos ao auxílio, por esses dois últimos motivos, poderiam ter surgido em todas as classes da sociedade se aquilo não viesse associado ao asilo; mas os conselheiros eram homens previdentes e haviam se preparado para essa dificuldade. O auxílio era inseparável do asilo e do mingau; e isso assustava as pessoas.

Durante os primeiros seis meses depois da transferência de Oliver Twist, o sistema funcionou plenamente. No início foi um tanto dispendioso, em consequência do aumento da conta do agente funerário e da necessidade de apertar as roupas de todos os indigentes, que esvoaçavam frouxas em seus corpos definhados e mirrados depois de uma ou duas semanas de mingau. Mas o número de moradores do asilo diminuiu, assim como a espessura dos indigentes; e o conselho entrou em êxtase.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Os meninos comiam em um grande salão de pedra. Na hora das refeições, o mestre e duas mulheres serviam mingau de uma grande panela. Cada menino recebia uma tigela pequena e nada mais, exceto em dias especiais, quando também ganhava um pouco de pão. Eles raspavam as tigelas até brilharem, olhavam famintos para a panela e chupavam os dedos procurando gotas de comida. Depois de três meses de fome lenta, ficaram desesperados. Um menino alto avisou que, sem outra tigela por dia, talvez comesse a criança fraca ao lado. Os demais acreditaram. Sortearam quem pediria mais ao mestre, e Oliver foi escolhido.

Naquela noite, os meninos ocuparam seus lugares. O mestre ficou junto à panela, com os ajudantes atrás dele. Serviram o mingau e fizeram uma longa oração sobre a pequena refeição. Depois de comer, os meninos sussurraram e fizeram sinais para Oliver, enquanto os que estavam ao lado o empurravam para a frente. Desesperado de fome e sofrimento, Oliver se levantou. Com a tigela e a colher nas mãos, aproximou-se do mestre e falou, assustado com a própria coragem:

Original English Version

The room in which the boys were fed, was a large stone hall, with a copper at one end: out of which the master, dressed in an apron for the purpose, and assisted by one or two women, ladled the gruel at mealtimes. Of this festive composition each boy had one porringer, and no more - except on occasions of great public rejoicing, when he had two ounces and a quarter of bread besides. The bowls never wanted washing. The boys polished them with their spoons till they shone again; and when they had performed this operation (which never took very long, the spoons being nearly as large as the bowls), they would sit staring at the copper, with such eager eyes, as if they could have devoured the very bricks of which it was composed; employing themselves, meanwhile, in sucking their fingers most assiduously, with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon. Boys have generally excellent appetites. Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation for three months: at last they got so voracious and wild with hunger, that one boy, who was tall for his age, and hadn’t been used to that sort of thing (for his father had kept a small cook-shop), hinted darkly to his companions, that unless he had another basin of gruel _per diem_, he was afraid he might some night happen to eat the boy who slept next him, who happened to be a weakly youth of tender age. He had a wild, hungry eye; and they implicitly believed him. A council was held; lots were cast who should walk up to the master after supper that evening, and ask for more; and it fell to Oliver Twist.

The evening arrived; the boys took their places. The master, in his cook’s uniform, stationed himself at the copper; his pauper assistants ranged themselves behind him; the gruel was served out; and a long grace was said over the short commons. The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbors nudged him. Child as he was, he was desperate with hunger, and reckless with misery. He rose from the table; and advancing to the master, basin and spoon in hand, said: somewhat alarmed at his own temerity:

Tradução Integral em Português

O cômodo em que os meninos comiam era um grande salão de pedra, com um caldeirão numa das extremidades, do qual o mestre, vestido com um avental para esse fim e auxiliado por uma ou duas mulheres, servia o mingau nas horas das refeições. Dessa composição festiva, cada menino recebia uma tigela, e não mais - salvo em ocasiões de grande regozijo público, quando recebia ainda sessenta e quatro gramas de pão. As tigelas nunca precisavam ser lavadas. Os meninos as poliam com as colheres até que voltassem a brilhar; e, quando concluíam a operação (que jamais demorava muito, pois as colheres eram quase tão grandes quanto as tigelas), sentavam-se olhando para o caldeirão com olhos tão ávidos como se pudessem devorar os próprios tijolos de que era feito; enquanto isso, ocupavam-se em chupar os dedos com o máximo empenho, na esperança de recolher algum pingo desgarrado de mingau que tivesse caído ali. Em geral, os meninos têm excelente apetite. Oliver Twist e seus companheiros sofreram por três meses as torturas da lenta inanição; por fim ficaram tão vorazes e desvairados de fome que um menino, alto para a idade e desacostumado àquele tipo de coisa (pois seu pai tivera uma pequena casa de refeições), insinuou sombriamente aos companheiros que, a menos que recebesse outra tigela de mingau _por dia_, temia acabar comendo certa noite o menino que dormia ao lado dele, um jovem franzino e de pouca idade. Tinha um olhar feroz e faminto; e todos acreditaram nele sem reservas. Reuniu-se um conselho; lançaram sortes para decidir quem iria até o mestre depois da ceia naquela noite e pediria mais; e a sorte caiu sobre Oliver Twist.

Chegou a noite; os meninos ocuparam seus lugares. O mestre, em seu uniforme de cozinheiro, postou-se junto ao caldeirão; seus auxiliares indigentes alinharam-se atrás dele; o mingau foi servido; e pronunciou-se uma longa ação de graças sobre as rações curtas. O mingau desapareceu; os meninos cochicharam entre si e piscaram para Oliver, enquanto os vizinhos de lugar lhe davam cotoveladas. Por mais criança que fosse, Oliver estava desesperado de fome e temerário de miséria. Levantou-se da mesa e, aproximando-se do mestre com a tigela e a colher nas mãos, disse, um tanto alarmado com a própria audácia:

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

“Por favor, senhor, quero mais um pouco.”

O mestre era gordo e saudável, mas ficou muito pálido. Durante vários segundos, encarou o pequeno rebelde em completo espanto e depois se apoiou na panela. Seus ajudantes não conseguiam se mexer de surpresa, e os meninos estavam apavorados.

“O quê?”, disse por fim o mestre, com voz fraca.

“Por favor, senhor”, repetiu Oliver, “quero mais um pouco.”

O mestre tentou atingir a cabeça de Oliver com a concha, prendeu-o com um braço e gritou pelo bedel.

O conselho realizava uma reunião solene quando o Sr. Bumble entrou correndo na sala, muito agitado. Dirigiu-se ao cavalheiro na cadeira alta:

“Sr. Limbkins, perdoe-me, senhor! Oliver Twist pediu mais!”

Todos se assustaram, e cada rosto mostrou horror.

“Mais?”, disse o Sr. Limbkins. “Acalme-se, Bumble, e responda com clareza. Está dizendo que ele pediu mais depois de comer a ceia permitida pelas regras?”

Original English Version

“Please, sir, I want some more.”

The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to the copper. The assistants were paralysed with wonder; the boys with fear.

“What!” said the master at length, in a faint voice.

“Please, sir,” replied Oliver, “I want some more.”

The master aimed a blow at Oliver’s head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arm; and shrieked aloud for the beadle.

The board were sitting in solemn conclave, when Mr. Bumble rushed into the room in great excitement, and addressing the gentleman in the high chair, said,

“Mr. Limbkins, I beg your pardon, sir! Oliver Twist has asked for more!”

There was a general start. Horror was depicted on every countenance.

“For _more_!” said Mr. Limbkins. “Compose yourself, Bumble, and answer me distinctly. Do I understand that he asked for more, after he had eaten the supper allotted by the dietary?”

Tradução Integral em Português

“Por favor, senhor, eu quero mais.”

O mestre era um homem gordo e saudável; mas ficou muito pálido. Por alguns segundos, contemplou o pequeno rebelde com espanto estupefato e depois agarrou-se ao caldeirão em busca de apoio. Os auxiliares ficaram paralisados de assombro; os meninos, de medo.

“O quê?”, disse por fim o mestre, com voz fraca.

“Por favor, senhor”, respondeu Oliver, “eu quero mais.”

O mestre tentou atingir a cabeça de Oliver com a concha; prendeu-o num braço; e berrou pelo bedel.

O conselho estava reunido em solene conclave quando o Sr. Bumble irrompeu na sala, muito agitado, e, dirigindo-se ao cavalheiro na cadeira alta, disse:

“Sr. Limbkins, peço-lhe perdão, senhor! Oliver Twist pediu mais!”

Houve um sobressalto geral. O horror estampou-se em todos os rostos.

“_Mais_!”, disse o Sr. Limbkins. “Controle-se, Bumble, e responda com clareza. Devo entender que ele pediu mais depois de comer a ceia que lhe cabia pela dieta?”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

“Sim, senhor”, respondeu Bumble.

“Esse menino será enforcado”, disse o cavalheiro de colete branco. “Sei que ele será enforcado.”

Ninguém discordou da previsão do cavalheiro. Depois de uma discussão animada, Oliver foi trancado. Na manhã seguinte, um aviso no portão oferecia cinco libras a quem o aceitasse como aprendiz.

- Nunca tive tanta certeza de alguma coisa - disse o cavalheiro de colete branco ao ler o aviso. - Esse menino acabará enforcado.

Mais adiante mostrarei se o cavalheiro de colete branco estava certo. Por enquanto, não estragarei a história dizendo se a vida de Oliver terminou de forma tão violenta.

Original English Version

“He did, sir,” replied Bumble.

“That boy will be hung,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. “I know that boy will be hung.”

Nobody controverted the prophetic gentleman’s opinion. An animated discussion took place. Oliver was ordered into instant confinement; and a bill was next morning pasted on the outside of the gate, offering a reward of five pounds to anybody who would take Oliver Twist off the hands of the parish. In other words, five pounds and Oliver Twist were offered to any man or woman who wanted an apprentice to any trade, business, or calling.

“I never was more convinced of anything in my life,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat, as he knocked at the gate and read the bill next morning: “I never was more convinced of anything in my life, than I am that that boy will come to be hung.”

As I purpose to show in the sequel whether the white waistcoated gentleman was right or not, I should perhaps mar the interest of this narrative (supposing it to possess any at all), if I ventured to hint just yet, whether the life of Oliver Twist had this violent termination or no.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Pediu, senhor”, respondeu Bumble.

“Esse menino será enforcado”, disse o cavalheiro de colete branco. “Sei que esse menino será enforcado.”

Ninguém contestou a opinião do cavalheiro profético. Seguiu-se uma discussão animada. Oliver recebeu ordem de confinamento imediato; e, na manhã seguinte, colou-se do lado de fora do portão um anúncio que oferecia uma recompensa de cinco libras a quem livrasse a paróquia de Oliver Twist. Em outras palavras, ofereciam-se cinco libras e Oliver Twist a qualquer homem ou mulher que quisesse um aprendiz para qualquer ofício, negócio ou ocupação.

“Jamais estive tão convencido de coisa alguma em minha vida”, disse o cavalheiro de colete branco ao bater no portão e ler o anúncio na manhã seguinte; “jamais estive tão convencido de coisa alguma em minha vida quanto de que esse menino acabará enforcado.”

Como pretendo mostrar adiante se o cavalheiro de colete branco tinha ou não razão, talvez eu estragasse o interesse desta narrativa - supondo que ela possua algum - se já me aventurasse a insinuar se a vida de Oliver Twist teve ou não esse fim violento.

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CHAPTER III. Relates How Oliver Twist Was Very Near Getting a Place Which Would Not Have Been a Sinecure

Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Durante uma semana depois de pedir mais comida, Oliver ficou trancado sozinho num quarto escuro. O tratamento cruel do conselho poderia tê-lo levado a se matar, mas ele não tinha lenço e ainda era apenas uma criança. Chorava o dia inteiro. À noite, cobria os olhos, encolhia-se num canto e tentava dormir. Muitas vezes acordava tremendo e se apertava contra a parede fria, como se ela pudesse protegê-lo da escuridão e da solidão.

Os defensores do sistema não podiam dizer que faltavam a Oliver exercício, companhia ou religião. Em todas as manhãs frias, o Sr. Bumble o fazia lavar-se numa bomba ao ar livre e o golpeava com uma vara. A cada dois dias, Oliver era açoitado em público diante dos outros meninos. Todas as noites, era chutado para dentro da oração, onde os meninos pediam a Deus que os protegesse de Oliver, a quem o conselho descrevia como servo do mal e produto do Diabo.

Original English Version

For a week after the commission of the impious and profane offence of asking for more, Oliver remained a close prisoner in the dark and solitary room to which he had been consigned by the wisdom and mercy of the board. It appears, at first sight not unreasonable to suppose, that, if he had entertained a becoming feeling of respect for the prediction of the gentleman in the white waistcoat, he would have established that sage individual’s prophetic character, once and for ever, by tying one end of his pocket-handkerchief to a hook in the wall, and attaching himself to the other. To the performance of this feat, however, there was one obstacle: namely, that pocket-handkerchiefs being decided articles of luxury, had been, for all future times and ages, removed from the noses of paupers by the express order of the board, in council assembled: solemnly given and pronounced under their hands and seals. There was a still greater obstacle in Oliver’s youth and childishness. He only cried bitterly all day; and, when the long, dismal night came on, spread his little hands before his eyes to shut out the darkness, and crouching in the corner, tried to sleep: ever and anon waking with a start and tremble, and drawing himself closer and closer to the wall, as if to feel even its cold hard surface were a protection in the gloom and loneliness which surrounded him.

Let it not be supposed by the enemies of “the system,” that, during the period of his solitary incarceration, Oliver was denied the benefit of exercise, the pleasure of society, or the advantages of religious consolation. As for exercise, it was nice cold weather, and he was allowed to perform his ablutions every morning under the pump, in a stone yard, in the presence of Mr. Bumble, who prevented his catching cold, and caused a tingling sensation to pervade his frame, by repeated applications of the cane. As for society, he was carried every other day into the hall where the boys dined, and there sociably flogged as a public warning and example. And so far from being denied the advantages of religious consolation, he was kicked into the same apartment every evening at prayer-time, and there permitted to listen to, and console his mind with, a general supplication of the boys, containing a special clause, therein inserted by authority of the board, in which they entreated to be made good, virtuous, contented, and obedient, and to be guarded from the sins and vices of Oliver Twist: whom the supplication distinctly set forth to be under the exclusive patronage and protection of the powers of wickedness, and an article direct from the manufactory of the very Devil himself.

Tradução Integral em Português

Durante uma semana após cometer o ímpio e profano delito de pedir mais, Oliver permaneceu prisioneiro no quarto escuro e solitário ao qual fora condenado pela sabedoria e misericórdia do conselho. À primeira vista, não parece absurdo supor que, se tivesse nutrido o devido respeito pela previsão do cavalheiro de colete branco, confirmaria para sempre o caráter profético daquele sábio indivíduo dando fim à própria vida. Havia, porém, um obstáculo: os lenços de bolso, considerados artigos de luxo, tinham sido retirados para todo o sempre dos narizes dos indigentes por ordem expressa do conselho reunido, dada e pronunciada solenemente sob suas assinaturas e selos. Havia obstáculo ainda maior na pouca idade e na infantilidade de Oliver. Ele apenas chorava amargamente o dia inteiro; e, quando chegava a longa e sombria noite, estendia as mãozinhas diante dos olhos para afastar a escuridão e, encolhido num canto, tentava dormir, despertando vez ou outra num sobressalto e tremor e apertando-se cada vez mais contra a parede, como se sentir até mesmo aquela superfície fria e dura fosse uma proteção contra as trevas e a solidão que o cercavam.

Não suponham os inimigos do “sistema” que, durante o período de seu confinamento solitário, Oliver foi privado dos benefícios do exercício, do prazer da companhia ou das vantagens do consolo religioso. Quanto ao exercício, fazia um belo frio, e todas as manhãs lhe permitiam lavar-se debaixo da bomba-d’água num pátio de pedra, na presença do Sr. Bumble, que o impedia de resfriar-se e fazia um formigamento percorrer-lhe o corpo com repetidas aplicações da bengala. Quanto à companhia, em dias alternados era levado ao salão onde os meninos comiam e ali, sociavelmente, açoitado como advertência e exemplo públicos. E, longe de ser privado das vantagens do consolo religioso, todas as noites, na hora das orações, era levado a pontapés para o mesmo recinto e ali lhe permitiam ouvir e consolar a alma com uma súplica geral dos meninos, contendo uma cláusula especial, inserida por autoridade do conselho, na qual pediam que fossem tornados bons, virtuosos, satisfeitos e obedientes e protegidos dos pecados e vícios de Oliver Twist, que a súplica declarava estar sob o patrocínio e a proteção exclusivos dos poderes da maldade e ser um artigo vindo diretamente da fábrica do próprio Diabo.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Certa manhã, enquanto Oliver vivia naquele estado miserável, um limpador de chaminés chamado Sr. Gamfield caminhava pela rua principal. Ele pensava em como pagar o aluguel atrasado. Mesmo em seu cálculo mais otimista, ainda lhe faltavam cinco libras. Enquanto forçava a cabeça e espancava o burro, passou pelo asilo e viu o aviso no portão.

- Pare! - disse o Sr. Gamfield ao burro.

O burro estava perdido em pensamentos, talvez se perguntando se receberia um talo de repolho depois de carregar os dois sacos de fuligem. Ignorou a ordem e continuou andando.

O Sr. Gamfield amaldiçoou o burro, especialmente seus olhos. Correu atrás dele e bateu em sua cabeça com força suficiente para quebrar qualquer crânio que não fosse o de um burro. Depois puxou a rédea com violência para lembrar ao animal quem mandava e o fez virar. Bateu nele mais uma vez e então foi ler o aviso.

Original English Version

It chanced one morning, while Oliver’s affairs were in this auspicious and comfortable state, that Mr. Gamfield, chimney-sweep, went his way down the High Street, deeply cogitating in his mind his ways and means of paying certain arrears of rent, for which his landlord had become rather pressing. Mr. Gamfield’s most sanguine estimate of his finances could not raise them within full five pounds of the desired amount; and, in a species of arithmetical desperation, he was alternately cudgelling his brains and his donkey, when passing the workhouse, his eyes encountered the bill on the gate.

“Wo - o!” said Mr. Gamfield to the donkey.

The donkey was in a state of profound abstraction: wondering, probably, whether he was destined to be regaled with a cabbage-stalk or two when he had disposed of the two sacks of soot with which the little cart was laden; so, without noticing the word of command, he jogged onward.

Mr. Gamfield growled a fierce imprecation on the donkey generally, but more particularly on his eyes; and, running after him, bestowed a blow on his head, which would inevitably have beaten in any skull but a donkey’s. Then, catching hold of the bridle, he gave his jaw a sharp wrench, by way of gentle reminder that he was not his own master; and by these means turned him round. He then gave him another blow on the head, just to stun him till he came back again. Having completed these arrangements, he walked up to the gate, to read the bill.

Tradução Integral em Português

Por acaso, certa manhã, enquanto os assuntos de Oliver se encontravam nesse estado auspicioso e confortável, o Sr. Gamfield, limpador de chaminés, descia a Rua Principal, meditando profundamente nos meios de pagar alguns aluguéis atrasados que seu senhorio começara a cobrar com insistência. Nem a estimativa mais otimista que o Sr. Gamfield fazia de suas finanças as deixava a menos de cinco libras do valor necessário; e, numa espécie de desespero aritmético, ele alternava as pancadas na própria cabeça e no burro quando, ao passar pelo asilo, seus olhos deram com o anúncio no portão.

“Ôôô!”, disse o Sr. Gamfield ao burro.

O burro estava num estado de profunda abstração, provavelmente indagando se seria regalado com um ou dois talos de repolho depois que se desfizesse dos dois sacos de fuligem carregados na carroça; assim, sem prestar atenção à ordem, continuou a trotar.

O Sr. Gamfield rosnou uma feroz imprecação contra o burro em geral e, mais particularmente, contra seus olhos; correu atrás dele e aplicou-lhe na cabeça uma pancada que teria inevitavelmente rachado qualquer crânio que não fosse o de um burro. Então, agarrando a rédea, deu-lhe um puxão brusco na mandíbula, como gentil lembrete de que ele não era seu próprio senhor; e, por esses meios, fez o animal dar meia-volta. Depois deu-lhe outra pancada na cabeça, apenas para atordoá-lo até sua volta. Concluídos esses arranjos, caminhou até o portão para ler o anúncio.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

O cavalheiro de colete branco estava junto ao portão. Depois de ver como Gamfield tratava o burro, decidiu alegremente que aquele era exatamente o mestre de que Oliver precisava. Gamfield também sorriu, pois a recompensa eram as cinco libras de que necessitava. Como os meninos do asilo eram pequenos, Oliver caberia facilmente em chaminés estreitas. Gamfield releu o aviso, tocou respeitosamente o boné e falou com o cavalheiro.

- Este menino aqui, senhor, que a paróquia quer tornar aprendiz - disse o Sr. Gamfield.

- Sim, meu caro - disse o cavalheiro de colete branco com um sorriso superior. - O que tem ele?

- Se a paróquia quer que ele aprenda o agradável e respeitável ofício de limpar chaminés - disse o Sr. Gamfield - , preciso de um aprendiz e aceito o menino.

- Entre - disse o cavalheiro. Gamfield ficou para trás o tempo suficiente para bater no burro e puxar sua mandíbula outra vez, advertindo-o a não fugir. Depois seguiu o cavalheiro até a sala onde Oliver o vira pela primeira vez.

Original English Version

The gentleman with the white waistcoat was standing at the gate with his hands behind him, after having delivered himself of some profound sentiments in the board-room. Having witnessed the little dispute between Mr. Gamfield and the donkey, he smiled joyously when that person came up to read the bill, for he saw at once that Mr. Gamfield was exactly the sort of master Oliver Twist wanted. Mr. Gamfield smiled, too, as he perused the document; for five pounds was just the sum he had been wishing for; and, as to the boy with which it was encumbered, Mr. Gamfield, knowing what the dietary of the workhouse was, well knew he would be a nice small pattern, just the very thing for register stoves. So, he spelt the bill through again, from beginning to end; and then, touching his fur cap in token of humility, accosted the gentleman in the white waistcoat.

“This here boy, sir, wot the parish wants to ’prentis,” said Mr. Gamfield.

“Ay, my man,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat, with a condescending smile. “What of him?”

“If the parish vould like him to learn a right pleasant trade, in a good ’spectable chimbley-sweepin’ bisness,” said Mr. Gamfield, “I wants a ’prentis, and I am ready to take him.”

“Walk in,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. Mr. Gamfield having lingered behind, to give the donkey another blow on the head, and another wrench of the jaw, as a caution not to run away in his absence, followed the gentleman with the white waistcoat into the room where Oliver had first seen him.

Tradução Integral em Português

O cavalheiro de colete branco estava junto ao portão, com as mãos às costas, depois de proferir alguns pensamentos profundos na sala do conselho. Tendo presenciado a pequena disputa entre o Sr. Gamfield e o burro, sorriu alegremente quando aquele homem se aproximou para ler o anúncio, pois percebeu de imediato que o Sr. Gamfield era exatamente o tipo de patrão de que Oliver Twist precisava. O Sr. Gamfield também sorriu ao examinar o documento, pois cinco libras eram justamente a quantia que desejava; e, quanto ao menino que vinha como encargo, o Sr. Gamfield, conhecendo a dieta do asilo, bem sabia que seria um modelo pequeno e bonito, perfeito para chaminés estreitas. Assim, soletrou o anúncio mais uma vez, do começo ao fim; depois tocou o gorro de pele em sinal de humildade e dirigiu-se ao cavalheiro de colete branco.

“Esse menino aí, sinhô, que a paróquia qué fazê de aprendiz”, disse o Sr. Gamfield.

“Sim, meu homem”, disse o cavalheiro de colete branco com um sorriso condescendente. “O que tem ele?”

“Se a paróquia quer que ele aprenda um ofício bem agradável, num negócio respeitave de limpá chaminé”, disse o Sr. Gamfield, “eu quero um aprendiz e tô pronto pra levá ele.”

“Entre”, disse o cavalheiro de colete branco. O Sr. Gamfield ficou para trás a fim de dar ao burro outra pancada na cabeça e outro puxão na mandíbula, como aviso para que não fugisse em sua ausência; depois seguiu o cavalheiro de colete branco até a sala onde Oliver o vira pela primeira vez.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- É um ofício desagradável - disse o Sr. Limbkins depois que Gamfield repetiu sua oferta.

- Meninos já morreram por falta de ar dentro de chaminés - disse outro cavalheiro.

- Isso aconteceu porque molharam a palha antes de acendê-la para fazer os meninos descerem - disse Gamfield. - A fumaça apenas faz o menino dormir. Meninos são teimosos e preguiçosos, por isso um bom fogo quente os faz descer depressa. Também é humano, pois queimar os pés faz com que eles lutem para se soltar quando ficam presos.

O cavalheiro de colete branco achou a explicação divertida, mas um olhar do Sr. Limbkins interrompeu sua risada. O conselho conversou em sussurros. Só se ouviam as frases repetidas “economizar dinheiro”, “ficava bem nas contas” e “publicar um relatório impresso”.

Por fim, os sussurros pararam. Os membros do conselho voltaram a se sentar com rostos sérios, e o Sr. Limbkins disse:

- Consideramos sua oferta e não a aprovamos.

Original English Version

“It’s a nasty trade,” said Mr. Limbkins, when Gamfield had again stated his wish.

“Young boys have been smothered in chimneys before now,” said another gentleman.

“That’s acause they damped the straw afore they lit it in the chimbley to make ’em come down again,” said Gamfield; “that’s all smoke, and no blaze; vereas smoke ain’t o’ no use at all in making a boy come down, for it only sinds him to sleep, and that’s wot he likes. Boys is wery obstinit, and wery lazy, Gen’l’men, and there’s nothink like a good hot blaze to make ’em come down vith a run. It’s humane too, gen’l’men, acause, even if they’ve stuck in the chimbley, roasting their feet makes ’em struggle to hextricate theirselves.”

The gentleman in the white waistcoat appeared very much amused by this explanation; but his mirth was speedily checked by a look from Mr. Limbkins. The board then proceeded to converse among themselves for a few minutes, but in so low a tone, that the words “saving of expenditure,” “looked well in the accounts,” “have a printed report published,” were alone audible. These only chanced to be heard, indeed, on account of their being very frequently repeated with great emphasis.

At length the whispering ceased; and the members of the board, having resumed their seats and their solemnity, Mr. Limbkins said:

“We have considered your proposition, and we don’t approve of it.”

Tradução Integral em Português

“É um ofício repugnante”, disse o Sr. Limbkins depois que Gamfield repetiu seu desejo.

“Meninos já morreram sufocados em chaminés”, disse outro cavalheiro.

“É porque eles moiavam a palha antes de acendê ela na chaminé pra fazê os menino descê”, disse Gamfield; “isso dá só fumaça, e não chama; e fumaça não serve pra fazê menino descê, porque só bota ele pra dormi, e é disso que ele gosta. Menino é muito teimoso e muito preguiçoso, cavalhero, e não tem nada como uma boa chama quente pra fazê eles descê correndo. Também é humano, cavalhero, porque, mesmo quando eles fica entalado na chaminé, queimá os pé faz eles lutá pra se livrá.”

O cavalheiro de colete branco pareceu muito divertido com a explicação; mas sua alegria foi rapidamente contida por um olhar do Sr. Limbkins. O conselho então conversou entre si por alguns minutos, porém em tom tão baixo que só se puderam ouvir as expressões “economia de despesas”, “fica bem nas contas” e “publicar um relatório impresso”. Na verdade, só foram ouvidas porque se repetiram com muita frequência e grande ênfase.

Por fim cessaram os cochichos; e, depois que os membros do conselho retomaram seus lugares e sua solenidade, o Sr. Limbkins disse:

“Consideramos sua proposta e não a aprovamos.”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- De modo algum - disse o cavalheiro de colete branco.

- Certamente não - acrescentaram os outros membros.

Gamfield havia sido acusado de espancar três ou quatro meninos até a morte. Perguntou-se se o conselho tinha decidido, estranhamente, que esse fato importava. Isso não combinava com a maneira habitual de conduzirem os negócios, mas ele não queria reviver o boato. Torceu o boné nas mãos e afastou-se lentamente da mesa.

- Então os senhores não vão me deixar ficar com ele? - perguntou Gamfield, parando perto da porta.

- Não - respondeu o Sr. Limbkins. - Como é um trabalho desagradável, achamos que o senhor deve aceitar menos do que a recompensa oferecida.

O rosto de Gamfield se iluminou. Ele voltou depressa à mesa e disse:

- Quanto vão dar, senhores? Vamos, não sejam tão duros com um homem pobre. Quanto?

- Eu diria que três libras e dez xelins são suficientes - disse o Sr. Limbkins.

- Isso ainda é dez xelins demais - disse o cavalheiro de colete branco.

Original English Version

“Not at all,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat.

“Decidedly not,” added the other members.

As Mr. Gamfield did happen to labour under the slight imputation of having bruised three or four boys to death already, it occurred to him that the board had, perhaps, in some unaccountable freak, taken it into their heads that this extraneous circumstance ought to influence their proceedings. It was very unlike their general mode of doing business, if they had; but still, as he had no particular wish to revive the rumour, he twisted his cap in his hands, and walked slowly from the table.

“So you won’t let me have him, gen’l’men?” said Mr. Gamfield, pausing near the door.

“No,” replied Mr. Limbkins; “at least, as it’s a nasty business, we think you ought to take something less than the premium we offered.”

Mr. Gamfield’s countenance brightened, as, with a quick step, he returned to the table, and said,

“What’ll you give, gen’l’men? Come! Don’t be too hard on a poor man. What’ll you give?”

“I should say, three pound ten was plenty,” said Mr. Limbkins.

“Ten shillings too much,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat.

Tradução Integral em Português

“De modo algum”, disse o cavalheiro de colete branco.

“Decididamente não”, acrescentaram os outros membros.

Como o Sr. Gamfield sofria por acaso a leve acusação de já ter espancado três ou quatro meninos até a morte, ocorreu-lhe que o conselho, talvez por algum capricho inexplicável, tivesse metido na cabeça que essa circunstância alheia ao caso deveria influenciar o procedimento. Seria muito diferente de seu modo habitual de fazer negócios, se assim fosse; mas, como ele não tinha desejo especial de reavivar o boato, torceu o gorro entre as mãos e afastou-se devagar da mesa.

“Então os cavalhero não vai me deixá ficá com ele?”, disse o Sr. Gamfield, parando junto à porta.

“Não”, respondeu o Sr. Limbkins; “isto é, como se trata de um ofício repugnante, achamos que deve aceitar um prêmio um pouco menor do que oferecemos.”

O rosto do Sr. Gamfield se iluminou; com passos rápidos, ele voltou à mesa e disse:

“Quanto os cavalhero dá? Vamos! Não aperta tanto um pobre homem. Quanto vão dá?”

“Eu diria que três libras e dez xelins já é bastante”, disse o Sr. Limbkins.

“Dez xelins a mais do que devia”, disse o cavalheiro de colete branco.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Vamos, digam quatro libras, senhores - disse Gamfield. - Deem-me quatro libras e ficarão livres dele para sempre.

- Três libras e dez - repetiu o Sr. Limbkins com firmeza.

- Vamos dividir a diferença, senhores - insistiu Gamfield. - Três libras e quinze.

- Nem um centavo a mais - respondeu o Sr. Limbkins com firmeza.

- Os senhores são muito duros comigo - disse Gamfield, começando a ceder.

- Bobagem! - disse o cavalheiro de colete branco. - Mesmo sem recompensa, ele sairia barato. Leve-o! É o menino certo para o senhor. Umas surras de vez em quando lhe farão bem, e alimentá-lo custará pouco porque ele nunca comeu demais. Ha, ha, ha!

Gamfield lançou um olhar esperto aos homens ao redor da mesa. Quando os viu sorrindo, também sorriu. O acordo foi feito. O Sr. Bumble recebeu ordem de levar Oliver e os documentos de aprendizagem a um magistrado para aprovação naquela tarde.

Original English Version

“Come!” said Gamfield; “say four pound, gen’l’men. Say four pound, and you’ve got rid of him for good and all. There!”

“Three pound ten,” repeated Mr. Limbkins, firmly.

“Come! I’ll split the diff’erence, gen’l’men,” urged Gamfield. “Three pound fifteen.”

“Not a farthing more,” was the firm reply of Mr. Limbkins.

“You’re desperate hard upon me, gen’l’men,” said Gamfield, wavering.

“Pooh! pooh! nonsense!” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. “He’d be cheap with nothing at all, as a premium. Take him, you silly fellow! He’s just the boy for you. He wants the stick, now and then: it’ll do him good; and his board needn’t come very expensive, for he hasn’t been overfed since he was born. Ha! ha! ha!”

Mr. Gamfield gave an arch look at the faces round the table, and, observing a smile on all of them, gradually broke into a smile himself. The bargain was made. Mr. Bumble, was at once instructed that Oliver Twist and his indentures were to be conveyed before the magistrate, for signature and approval, that very afternoon.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Vamos!”, disse Gamfield; “digam quatro libras, cavalhero. Digam quatro libras e ficam livre dele de uma vez por todas. Pronto!”

“Três libras e dez”, repetiu o Sr. Limbkins com firmeza.

“Vamos! Eu divido a diferença, cavalhero”, insistiu Gamfield. “Três libras e quinze.”

“Nem um farthing a mais”, foi a resposta firme do Sr. Limbkins.

“Os cavalhero tão sendo duro demais comigo”, disse Gamfield, vacilando.

“Ora! Ora! Que absurdo!”, disse o cavalheiro de colete branco. “Mesmo sem prêmio algum ele sairia barato. Leve-o, seu tolo! É exatamente o menino de que precisa. De vez em quando precisa de uma vara; vai lhe fazer bem; e sua comida não deve sair muito cara, pois não foi alimentado em excesso desde que nasceu. Ha! Ha! Ha!”

O Sr. Gamfield lançou um olhar matreiro aos rostos ao redor da mesa e, vendo um sorriso em todos eles, aos poucos abriu também um sorriso. O negócio estava fechado. O Sr. Bumble recebeu imediatamente a instrução de levar Oliver Twist e seu contrato de aprendizagem perante o magistrado naquela mesma tarde, para assinatura e aprovação.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Para grande surpresa de Oliver, ele foi solto e recebeu ordem de vestir uma camisa limpa. Então o Sr. Bumble lhe trouxe uma tigela de mingau e uma porção especial de pão. Ao ver tanta comida, Oliver começou a chorar. Naturalmente, pensou que o conselho planejava matá-lo por algum motivo útil e começara a engordá-lo.

- Não deixe seus olhos vermelhos, Oliver. Coma e seja agradecido - disse o Sr. Bumble com importância. - Você vai se tornar aprendiz.

- Aprendiz, senhor? - perguntou a criança, tremendo.

- Sim, Oliver - disse o Sr. Bumble. - Os bondosos cavalheiros que agem como seus muitos pais farão de você um aprendiz e o ajudarão a começar a vida. Isso custará à paróquia três libras e dez xelins, tudo por um órfão levado que ninguém consegue amar.

O Sr. Bumble parou para respirar depois de falar com sua voz assustadora. Lágrimas correram pelo rosto da pobre criança, que chorou amargamente.

Original English Version

In pursuance of this determination, little Oliver, to his excessive astonishment, was released from bondage, and ordered to put himself into a clean shirt. He had hardly achieved this very unusual gymnastic performance, when Mr. Bumble brought him, with his own hands, a basin of gruel, and the holiday allowance of two ounces and a quarter of bread. At this tremendous sight, Oliver began to cry very piteously: thinking, not unnaturally, that the board must have determined to kill him for some useful purpose, or they never would have begun to fatten him up in that way.

“Don’t make your eyes red, Oliver, but eat your food and be thankful,” said Mr. Bumble, in a tone of impressive pomposity. “You’re a going to be made a ’prentice of, Oliver.”

“A prentice, sir!” said the child, trembling.

“Yes, Oliver,” said Mr. Bumble. “The kind and blessed gentleman which is so many parents to you, Oliver, when you have none of your own: are a going to “prentice” you: and to set you up in life, and make a man of you: although the expense to the parish is three pound ten! - three pound ten, Oliver! - seventy shillins - one hundred and forty sixpences! - and all for a naughty orphan which nobody can’t love.”

As Mr. Bumble paused to take breath, after delivering this address in an awful voice, the tears rolled down the poor child’s face, and he sobbed bitterly.

Tradução Integral em Português

Em cumprimento dessa decisão, o pequeno Oliver, para seu imenso espanto, foi libertado do cativeiro e recebeu ordem de vestir uma camisa limpa. Mal concluíra esse exercício de ginástica tão incomum quando o Sr. Bumble trouxe-lhe, com as próprias mãos, uma tigela de mingau e a ração festiva de sessenta e quatro gramas de pão. Diante daquela visão assombrosa, Oliver começou a chorar de maneira muito lastimosa, pensando, não sem motivo, que o conselho decidira matá-lo para algum fim útil, pois, caso contrário, jamais teria começado a engordá-lo daquela maneira.

“Não deixe os olhos vermelhos, Oliver; coma e agradeça”, disse o Sr. Bumble num tom de imponente pompa. “Vão fazer de você um aprendiz, Oliver.”

“Aprendiz, senhor!”, disse a criança, tremendo.

“Sim, Oliver”, disse o Sr. Bumble. “Os bondosos e abençoados cavalheiros que são tantos pais para você, Oliver, quando você não tem nenhum: vão fazê-lo ‘aprendiz’, encaminhá-lo na vida e fazer de você um homem, embora a despesa para a paróquia seja de três libras e dez! - três libras e dez, Oliver! - setenta xelins - cento e quarenta moedas de seis pence! - e tudo por um órfão malcriado que ninguém pode amar.”

Quando o Sr. Bumble parou para respirar depois de pronunciar esse discurso com voz terrível, lágrimas rolaram pelo rosto da pobre criança, e ela soluçou amargamente.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Vamos, Oliver - disse o Sr. Bumble, satisfeito com o efeito de seu discurso. - Seque os olhos na jaqueta e não chore dentro do mingau. Isso é muito tolo. E certamente era, pois o mingau já continha água suficiente.

A caminho do magistrado, o Sr. Bumble mandou Oliver parecer feliz e dizer que realmente queria se tornar aprendiz. Oliver prometeu obedecer, sobretudo depois que Bumble sugeriu que algo terrível poderia acontecer se ele não o fizesse. No escritório, Oliver foi trancado sozinho numa salinha e mandado esperar.

O menino esperou ali, com o coração acelerado, por meia hora. Então o Sr. Bumble enfiou pela porta a cabeça sem chapéu e disse em voz alta:

- Agora, querido Oliver, venha até o cavalheiro. Então Bumble lançou-lhe um olhar sombrio e ameaçador e sussurrou: - Lembre-se do que eu lhe disse, seu pequeno patife!

Original English Version

“Come,” said Mr. Bumble, somewhat less pompously, for it was gratifying to his feelings to observe the effect his eloquence had produced; “Come, Oliver! Wipe your eyes with the cuffs of your jacket, and don’t cry into your gruel; that’s a very foolish action, Oliver.” It certainly was, for there was quite enough water in it already.

On their way to the magistrate, Mr. Bumble instructed Oliver that all he would have to do, would be to look very happy, and say, when the gentleman asked him if he wanted to be apprenticed, that he should like it very much indeed; both of which injunctions Oliver promised to obey: the rather as Mr. Bumble threw in a gentle hint, that if he failed in either particular, there was no telling what would be done to him. When they arrived at the office, he was shut up in a little room by himself, and admonished by Mr. Bumble to stay there, until he came back to fetch him.

There the boy remained, with a palpitating heart, for half an hour. At the expiration of which time Mr. Bumble thrust in his head, unadorned with the cocked hat, and said aloud:

“Now, Oliver, my dear, come to the gentleman.” As Mr. Bumble said this, he put on a grim and threatening look, and added, in a low voice, “Mind what I told you, you young rascal!”

Tradução Integral em Português

“Vamos”, disse o Sr. Bumble, com um pouco menos de pompa, pois lhe agradava observar o efeito produzido por sua eloquência; “vamos, Oliver! Enxugue os olhos nos punhos do casaco e não chore dentro do mingau; isso é uma grande tolice, Oliver.” E certamente era, pois já havia água suficiente nele.

A caminho do magistrado, o Sr. Bumble ensinou a Oliver que tudo quanto ele teria de fazer seria parecer muito feliz e, quando o cavalheiro lhe perguntasse se queria ser aprendiz, dizer que gostaria muitíssimo; Oliver prometeu obedecer às duas ordens, sobretudo porque o Sr. Bumble acrescentou uma gentil insinuação de que, se falhasse em qualquer uma delas, não se poderia prever o que lhe fariam. Quando chegaram ao escritório, trancaram-no sozinho numa saleta, e o Sr. Bumble o advertiu a ficar ali até que voltasse para buscá-lo.

Ali o menino permaneceu por meia hora, com o coração palpitante. Ao fim desse tempo, o Sr. Bumble enfiou a cabeça, desprovida do chapéu de duas pontas, e disse em voz alta:

“Agora, meu querido Oliver, venha até o cavalheiro.” Ao dizer isso, o Sr. Bumble assumiu uma expressão sombria e ameaçadora e acrescentou em voz baixa: “Lembre-se do que lhe disse, seu jovem patife!”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Oliver encarou inocentemente as mensagens contraditórias de Bumble, mas este o levou à sala ao lado antes que pudesse falar. Era uma sala grande, com uma enorme janela. Dois cavalheiros idosos de cabelos empoados estavam sentados atrás de uma mesa. Um lia o jornal, enquanto o outro examinava um pequeno pergaminho por óculos de tartaruga. O Sr. Limbkins e Gamfield, com o rosto parcialmente lavado, estavam diante deles, e vários homens de aparência forte esperavam por perto.

O velho cavalheiro de óculos adormeceu lentamente sobre o pergaminho. Depois que o Sr. Bumble colocou Oliver diante da mesa, todos esperaram em silêncio por um momento.

- Este é o menino, meritíssimo - disse o Sr. Bumble.

O velho cavalheiro que lia o jornal levantou a cabeça e puxou a manga do outro homem. O cavalheiro adormecido acordou.

- Ah, este é o menino? - perguntou o velho cavalheiro.

- Sim, senhor - respondeu o Sr. Bumble. - Faça uma reverência ao magistrado, meu querido.

Oliver se recompôs e fez a melhor reverência que pôde. Estivera olhando para o pó na cabeça dos magistrados e se perguntando se todos os membros de conselhos nasciam com aquela substância branca ali.

Original English Version

Oliver stared innocently in Mr. Bumble’s face at this somewhat contradictory style of address; but that gentleman prevented his offering any remark thereupon, by leading him at once into an adjoining room: the door of which was open. It was a large room, with a great window. Behind a desk, sat two old gentleman with powdered heads: one of whom was reading the newspaper; while the other was perusing, with the aid of a pair of tortoise-shell spectacles, a small piece of parchment which lay before him. Mr. Limbkins was standing in front of the desk on one side; and Mr. Gamfield, with a partially washed face, on the other; while two or three bluff-looking men, in top-boots, were lounging about.

The old gentleman with the spectacles gradually dozed off, over the little bit of parchment; and there was a short pause, after Oliver had been stationed by Mr. Bumble in front of the desk.

“This is the boy, your worship,” said Mr. Bumble.

The old gentleman who was reading the newspaper raised his head for a moment, and pulled the other old gentleman by the sleeve; whereupon, the last-mentioned old gentleman woke up.

“Oh, is this the boy?” said the old gentleman.

“This is him, sir,” replied Mr. Bumble. “Bow to the magistrate, my dear.”

Oliver roused himself, and made his best obeisance. He had been wondering, with his eyes fixed on the magistrates’ powder, whether all boards were born with that white stuff on their heads, and were boards from thenceforth on that account.

Tradução Integral em Português

Oliver contemplou inocentemente o rosto do Sr. Bumble diante dessa maneira um tanto contraditória de se dirigir a ele; mas o cavalheiro impediu qualquer comentário, conduzindo-o de imediato a uma sala contígua cuja porta estava aberta. Era uma sala grande, com uma grande janela. Atrás de uma escrivaninha sentavam-se dois velhos cavalheiros de cabeças empoada: um lia o jornal, enquanto o outro examinava, com a ajuda de óculos de casco de tartaruga, um pequeno pedaço de pergaminho diante dele. O Sr. Limbkins estava em pé diante da escrivaninha, de um lado, e o Sr. Gamfield, com o rosto parcialmente lavado, do outro; dois ou três homens de aparência brusca, usando botas de cano alto, vadiavam por ali.

O velho cavalheiro de óculos cochilou aos poucos sobre o pedacinho de pergaminho; e houve uma breve pausa depois que o Sr. Bumble posicionou Oliver diante da escrivaninha.

“Este é o menino, meritíssimo”, disse o Sr. Bumble.

O velho cavalheiro que lia o jornal ergueu a cabeça por um instante e puxou o outro pela manga; diante disso, o segundo velho cavalheiro despertou.

“Oh, este é o menino?”, disse o velho cavalheiro.

“É ele, senhor”, respondeu o Sr. Bumble. “Faça uma reverência ao magistrado, meu querido.”

Oliver recobrou-se e fez a melhor mesura de que era capaz. Estivera imaginando, com os olhos fixos no pó das perucas dos magistrados, se todos os conselhos nasciam com aquela substância branca na cabeça e, por esse motivo, passavam a ser conselhos dali em diante.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Bem - disse o velho cavalheiro - , suponho que ele adore limpar chaminés?

- Ele adora, meritíssimo - respondeu Bumble, beliscando Oliver às escondidas para avisá-lo a não discordar.

- E ele quer se tornar limpador de chaminés, quer? - perguntou o velho cavalheiro.

- Se amanhã lhe déssemos qualquer outro ofício, ele fugiria na mesma hora, meritíssimo - respondeu Bumble.

- E o senhor, o homem que será seu mestre, vai tratá-lo e alimentá-lo bem, não vai? - perguntou o velho cavalheiro.

- Quando digo que vou, é porque vou - respondeu Gamfield com rudeza.

- O senhor fala com rudeza, meu amigo, mas parece honesto e bondoso - disse o velho cavalheiro. Na verdade, o rosto maldoso de Gamfield mostrava claramente sua crueldade. Mas o magistrado era meio cego e estava confuso pela idade, por isso não conseguia ver o que todos os outros viam.

- Espero que sim, senhor - disse Gamfield com um sorriso desagradável.

- Tenho certeza de que é, meu amigo - respondeu o velho cavalheiro. Ajustou os óculos no nariz e procurou o tinteiro.

Original English Version

“Well,” said the old gentleman, “I suppose he’s fond of chimney-sweeping?”

“He doats on it, your worship,” replied Bumble; giving Oliver a sly pinch, to intimate that he had better not say he didn’t.

“And he _will_ be a sweep, will he?” inquired the old gentleman.

“If we was to bind him to any other trade tomorrow, he’d run away simultaneous, your worship,” replied Bumble.

“And this man that’s to be his master - you, sir - you’ll treat him well, and feed him, and do all that sort of thing, will you?” said the old gentleman.

“When I says I will, I means I will,” replied Mr. Gamfield doggedly.

“You’re a rough speaker, my friend, but you look an honest, open-hearted man,” said the old gentleman: turning his spectacles in the direction of the candidate for Oliver’s premium, whose villainous countenance was a regular stamped receipt for cruelty. But the magistrate was half blind and half childish, so he couldn’t reasonably be expected to discern what other people did.

“I hope I am, sir,” said Mr. Gamfield, with an ugly leer.

“I have no doubt you are, my friend,” replied the old gentleman: fixing his spectacles more firmly on his nose, and looking about him for the inkstand.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Bem”, disse o velho cavalheiro, “suponho que ele goste de limpar chaminés?”

“Ele adora, meritíssimo”, respondeu Bumble, dando em Oliver um beliscão dissimulado para indicar que era melhor não dizer o contrário.

“E ele _será_ limpador de chaminés, não será?”, perguntou o velho cavalheiro.

“Se amanhã nós prendesse ele a qualquer outro ofício, fugiria simultaneamente, meritíssimo”, respondeu Bumble.

“E este homem que será seu patrão - o senhor, aí - vai tratá-lo bem, alimentá-lo e fazer todas essas coisas, não vai?”, disse o velho cavalheiro.

“Quando digo que vou, quero dizer que vou”, respondeu o Sr. Gamfield, obstinado.

“O senhor fala de maneira rude, meu amigo, mas parece um homem honesto e franco”, disse o velho cavalheiro, virando os óculos na direção do candidato ao prêmio de Oliver, cujo semblante perverso era um recibo regularmente carimbado de crueldade. Mas o magistrado era meio cego e meio senil, portanto não se poderia razoavelmente esperar que discernisse o que os outros discerniam.

“Espero que sim, senhor”, disse o Sr. Gamfield com um sorriso desagradável.

“Não tenho dúvida de que é, meu amigo”, respondeu o velho cavalheiro, firmando melhor os óculos no nariz e procurando o tinteiro ao redor.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Este foi o momento decisivo da vida de Oliver. Se o magistrado tivesse encontrado o tinteiro, teria assinado os papéis e Oliver seria levado embora. Mas o tinteiro estava bem debaixo de seu nariz, por isso ele procurou por toda parte sem vê-lo. Por fim, olhou para a frente e notou o rosto pálido e apavorado de Oliver. Apesar dos olhares de advertência e dos beliscões de Bumble, o menino encarava o rosto horrível de seu futuro mestre com medo evidente. Até o magistrado meio cego conseguiu compreender.

O velho cavalheiro parou, largou a pena e olhou de Oliver para o Sr. Limbkins. O Sr. Limbkins tentou tomar rapé enquanto fingia estar alegre e despreocupado.

- Meu menino - disse o velho cavalheiro - , você parece pálido e assustado. O que há de errado?

- Afaste-se dele, bedel - disse o outro magistrado, largando o jornal e inclinando-se para a frente com interesse. - Agora, menino, diga-nos o que há de errado. Não tenha medo.

Original English Version

It was the critical moment of Oliver’s fate. If the inkstand had been where the old gentleman thought it was, he would have dipped his pen into it, and signed the indentures, and Oliver would have been straightway hurried off. But, as it chanced to be immediately under his nose, it followed, as a matter of course, that he looked all over his desk for it, without finding it; and happening in the course of his search to look straight before him, his gaze encountered the pale and terrified face of Oliver Twist: who, despite all the admonitory looks and pinches of Bumble, was regarding the repulsive countenance of his future master, with a mingled expression of horror and fear, too palpable to be mistaken, even by a half-blind magistrate.

The old gentleman stopped, laid down his pen, and looked from Oliver to Mr. Limbkins; who attempted to take snuff with a cheerful and unconcerned aspect.

“My boy!” said the old gentleman, “you look pale and alarmed. What is the matter?”

“Stand a little away from him, Beadle,” said the other magistrate: laying aside the paper, and leaning forward with an expression of interest. “Now, boy, tell us what’s the matter: don’t be afraid.”

Tradução Integral em Português

Era o momento crítico do destino de Oliver. Se o tinteiro estivesse onde o velho cavalheiro pensava, ele teria molhado a pena, assinado o contrato de aprendizagem e Oliver seria levado imediatamente. Mas, como por acaso estava bem debaixo de seu nariz, seguiu-se naturalmente que ele o procurou pela escrivaninha inteira sem encontrá-lo; e, tendo por acaso olhado para a frente durante a busca, seus olhos encontraram o rosto pálido e aterrorizado de Oliver Twist, que, apesar de todos os olhares de advertência e beliscões de Bumble, contemplava o semblante repulsivo do futuro patrão com uma expressão mesclada de horror e medo, clara demais para ser confundida até por um magistrado meio cego.

O velho cavalheiro parou, pousou a pena e olhou de Oliver para o Sr. Limbkins, que tentava cheirar uma pitada de rapé com ar alegre e despreocupado.

“Meu rapaz!”, disse o velho cavalheiro, “você parece pálido e assustado. O que há?”

“Afaste-se um pouco dele, bedel”, disse o outro magistrado, deixando o jornal de lado e inclinando-se para a frente com expressão interessada. “Agora, menino, diga-nos o que há; não tenha medo.”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Oliver caiu de joelhos e juntou as mãos. Implorou que o mandassem de volta ao quarto escuro. Poderiam deixá-lo passar fome, espancá-lo ou até matá-lo, mas pediu que não o mandassem embora com aquele homem terrível.

- Ora! - disse o Sr. Bumble, erguendo as mãos e os olhos com grande solenidade. - De todos os órfãos espertos e desonestos que já vi, Oliver, você é um dos mais atrevidos.

- Cale-se, bedel - disse o segundo velho cavalheiro depois que Bumble usou aquela estranha descrição.

- Peço perdão, meritíssimo - disse o Sr. Bumble, sem acreditar no que ouvira. - O senhor estava falando comigo?

- Sim. Cale-se.

O Sr. Bumble ficou chocado. Um bedel recebera ordem de ficar calado! Era uma completa revolução moral.

O velho cavalheiro de óculos de tartaruga olhou para o companheiro, que lhe fez um gesto significativo com a cabeça.

- Recusamo-nos a aprovar estes documentos de aprendizagem - disse o velho cavalheiro, jogando o pergaminho de lado.

Original English Version

Oliver fell on his knees, and clasping his hands together, prayed that they would order him back to the dark room - that they would starve him - beat him - kill him if they pleased - rather than send him away with that dreadful man.

“Well!” said Mr. Bumble, raising his hands and eyes with most impressive solemnity. “Well! of all the artful and designing orphans that ever I see, Oliver, you are one of the most bare-facedest.”

“Hold your tongue, Beadle,” said the second old gentleman, when Mr. Bumble had given vent to this compound adjective.

“I beg your worship’s pardon,” said Mr. Bumble, incredulous of having heard aright. “Did your worship speak to me?”

“Yes. Hold your tongue.”

Mr. Bumble was stupefied with astonishment. A beadle ordered to hold his tongue! A moral revolution!

The old gentleman in the tortoise-shell spectacles looked at his companion, he nodded significantly.

“We refuse to sanction these indentures,” said the old gentleman: tossing aside the piece of parchment as he spoke.

Tradução Integral em Português

Oliver caiu de joelhos, juntou as mãos e implorou que o mandassem de volta ao quarto escuro - que o deixassem passar fome, que lhe batessem, que o matassem se quisessem - , qualquer coisa em vez de enviá-lo com aquele homem terrível.

“Ora!”, disse o Sr. Bumble, erguendo as mãos e os olhos com a mais impressionante solenidade. “Ora! De todos os órfãos ardilosos e fingidos que já vi, Oliver, você é um dos mais descarados.”

“Cale-se, bedel”, disse o segundo velho cavalheiro depois que o Sr. Bumble deu vazão a esse adjetivo composto.

“Perdão, meritíssimo”, disse o Sr. Bumble, sem acreditar que ouvira direito. “Meritíssimo falou comigo?”

“Sim. Cale-se.”

O Sr. Bumble ficou estupefato de assombro. Ordenarem a um bedel que se calasse! Uma revolução moral!

O velho cavalheiro de óculos de casco de tartaruga olhou para o companheiro, que assentiu de modo significativo.

“Recusamo-nos a sancionar este contrato”, disse o velho cavalheiro, atirando de lado o pedaço de pergaminho enquanto falava.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Espero - disse o Sr. Limbkins, nervoso - que os magistrados não acreditem que as autoridades agiram de modo impróprio apenas por causa da história sem provas de uma criança.

- Os magistrados não precisam dar uma opinião sobre isso - disse o segundo velho cavalheiro com firmeza. - Levem o menino de volta ao asilo e tratem-no com bondade. Ele parece precisar disso.

Naquela noite, o cavalheiro de colete branco declarou que Oliver não apenas seria enforcado, mas também cortado em quatro partes. O Sr. Bumble disse com tristeza que esperava que Oliver se tornasse bom. Gamfield disse que esperava que Oliver fosse entregue a ele. Embora Gamfield geralmente concordasse com Bumble, esse desejo significava algo bem diferente.

Na manhã seguinte, o público foi novamente informado de que Oliver Twist estava disponível e de que quem o aceitasse receberia cinco libras.

Original English Version

“I hope,” stammered Mr. Limbkins: “I hope the magistrates will not form the opinion that the authorities have been guilty of any improper conduct, on the unsupported testimony of a child.”

“The magistrates are not called upon to pronounce any opinion on the matter,” said the second old gentleman sharply. “Take the boy back to the workhouse, and treat him kindly. He seems to want it.”

That same evening, the gentleman in the white waistcoat most positively and decidedly affirmed, not only that Oliver would be hung, but that he would be drawn and quartered into the bargain. Mr. Bumble shook his head with gloomy mystery, and said he wished he might come to good; whereunto Mr. Gamfield replied, that he wished he might come to him; which, although he agreed with the beadle in most matters, would seem to be a wish of a totally opposite description.

The next morning, the public were once informed that Oliver Twist was again to let, and that five pounds would be paid to anybody who would take possession of him.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Espero”, gaguejou o Sr. Limbkins, “espero que os magistrados não formem a opinião de que as autoridades foram culpadas de alguma conduta imprópria com base no testemunho sem apoio de uma criança.”

“Não cabe aos magistrados emitir opinião alguma sobre o assunto”, disse rispidamente o segundo velho cavalheiro. “Levem o menino de volta ao asilo e tratem-no com bondade. Parece precisar disso.”

Naquela mesma noite, o cavalheiro de colete branco afirmou da maneira mais categórica e decidida não só que Oliver seria enforcado, mas também esquartejado. O Sr. Bumble balançou a cabeça com sombria gravidade e disse que esperava que ele acabasse bem; ao que o Sr. Gamfield respondeu que esperava que ele acabasse em suas mãos - o que, embora concordasse com o bedel na maioria dos assuntos, parecia ser um desejo de natureza inteiramente oposta.

Na manhã seguinte, o público foi novamente informado de que Oliver Twist estava outra vez disponível e de que seriam pagas cinco libras a quem tomasse posse dele.

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CHAPTER IV. Oliver, Being Offered Another Place, Makes His First Entry Into Public Life

Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Nas famílias ricas, um jovem que não consegue uma boa posição muitas vezes é enviado ao mar. O conselho decidiu seguir esse sábio exemplo e colocar Oliver num pequeno navio mercante com destino a um porto insalubre. Pensaram que o capitão poderia, por brincadeira, açoitá-lo até a morte depois do jantar ou matá-lo com uma barra de ferro, diversões consideradas comuns entre homens daquele tipo. Quanto mais o conselho pensava nessas vantagens, mais certo ficava de que Oliver deveria ser enviado ao mar imediatamente.

O Sr. Bumble foi enviado para encontrar um capitão que quisesse um ajudante de cabine sem amigos. Ao voltar para comunicar os resultados, encontrou o Sr. Sowerberry, agente funerário da paróquia, no portão do asilo.

O Sr. Sowerberry era um homem alto, magro e de grandes articulações. Vestia um velho terno preto, meias pretas remendadas e sapatos da mesma cor. Seu rosto não parecia naturalmente alegre, mas ele gostava de fazer piadas sobre a profissão. Caminhava com leveza e parecia secretamente divertido ao cumprimentar calorosamente o Sr. Bumble.

Original English Version

In great families, when an advantageous place cannot be obtained, either in possession, reversion, remainder, or expectancy, for the young man who is growing up, it is a very general custom to send him to sea. The board, in imitation of so wise and salutary an example, took counsel together on the expediency of shipping off Oliver Twist, in some small trading vessel bound to a good unhealthy port. This suggested itself as the very best thing that could possibly be done with him: the probability being, that the skipper would flog him to death, in a playful mood, some day after dinner, or would knock his brains out with an iron bar; both pastimes being, as is pretty generally known, very favourite and common recreations among gentleman of that class. The more the case presented itself to the board, in this point of view, the more manifold the advantages of the step appeared; so, they came to the conclusion that the only way of providing for Oliver effectually, was to send him to sea without delay.

Mr. Bumble had been despatched to make various preliminary inquiries, with the view of finding out some captain or other who wanted a cabin-boy without any friends; and was returning to the workhouse to communicate the result of his mission; when he encountered at the gate, no less a person than Mr. Sowerberry, the parochial undertaker.

Mr. Sowerberry was a tall gaunt, large-jointed man, attired in a suit of threadbare black, with darned cotton stockings of the same colour, and shoes to answer. His features were not naturally intended to wear a smiling aspect, but he was in general rather given to professional jocosity. His step was elastic, and his face betokened inward pleasantry, as he advanced to Mr. Bumble, and shook him cordially by the hand.

Tradução Integral em Português

Nas grandes famílias, quando não se consegue uma colocação vantajosa - em posse, reversão, sucessão ou expectativa - para o jovem que está crescendo, é costume muito comum mandá-lo para o mar. O conselho, imitando exemplo tão sábio e salutar, deliberou sobre a conveniência de embarcar Oliver Twist em algum pequeno navio mercante com destino a um porto bastante insalubre. Isso se apresentou como a melhor coisa que se poderia fazer com ele, pois era provável que o capitão o açoitasse até a morte, num momento de brincadeira, certo dia depois do jantar, ou lhe esmagasse a cabeça com uma barra de ferro - passatempos que, como é bastante sabido, figuram entre as recreações favoritas e comuns dos cavalheiros daquela classe. Quanto mais o conselho considerava o caso sob esse ponto de vista, mais numerosas pareciam as vantagens da medida; assim, chegaram à conclusão de que a única maneira eficaz de cuidar do futuro de Oliver era mandá-lo sem demora para o mar.

O Sr. Bumble fora enviado para fazer várias investigações preliminares, com o objetivo de encontrar algum capitão que quisesse um grumete sem amigos, e voltava ao asilo para comunicar o resultado da missão quando encontrou no portão ninguém menos que o Sr. Sowerberry, agente funerário da paróquia.

O Sr. Sowerberry era um homem alto e magro, de grandes articulações, vestido com um terno preto puído, meias de algodão remendadas da mesma cor e sapatos combinando. Seus traços não tinham sido naturalmente feitos para assumir aspecto sorridente, mas em geral ele era bastante dado à jovialidade profissional. Caminhava com passos elásticos e o rosto demonstrava uma alegria interior quando se aproximou do Sr. Bumble e apertou-lhe cordialmente a mão.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Medi as duas mulheres que morreram ontem à noite, Sr. Bumble - disse o agente funerário.

- O senhor ficará rico, Sr. Sowerberry - disse o bedel, pegando rapé da caixa do agente funerário, que tinha a forma de um pequeno caixão. Repetiu a afirmação e bateu amigavelmente no ombro de Sowerberry com a bengala.

- O senhor acha? - perguntou o agente funerário, parecendo meio convencido e meio desconfiado. - O conselho paga muito pouco, Sr. Bumble.

- Os caixões também são muito pequenos - respondeu o bedel, quase rindo tanto quanto deveria rir um funcionário importante.

Sowerberry achou aquilo muito engraçado e riu por um longo tempo. Por fim, disse: - Desde que começou o novo sistema de alimentação, os caixões ficaram mais estreitos e menos fundos. Mas precisamos ter algum lucro. Madeira boa e seca é cara, e todas as alças de ferro vêm de Birmingham pelo canal.

- Bem - disse o Sr. Bumble - , todo ofício tem suas dificuldades. É claro que um lucro justo é permitido.

Original English Version

“I have taken the measure of the two women that died last night, Mr. Bumble,” said the undertaker.

“You’ll make your fortune, Mr. Sowerberry,” said the beadle, as he thrust his thumb and forefinger into the proffered snuff-box of the undertaker: which was an ingenious little model of a patent coffin. “I say you’ll make your fortune, Mr. Sowerberry,” repeated Mr. Bumble, tapping the undertaker on the shoulder, in a friendly manner, with his cane.

“Think so?” said the undertaker in a tone which half admitted and half disputed the probability of the event. “The prices allowed by the board are very small, Mr. Bumble.”

“So are the coffins,” replied the beadle: with precisely as near an approach to a laugh as a great official ought to indulge in.

Mr. Sowerberry was much tickled at this: as of course he ought to be; and laughed a long time without cessation. “Well, well, Mr. Bumble,” he said at length, “there’s no denying that, since the new system of feeding has come in, the coffins are something narrower and more shallow than they used to be; but we must have some profit, Mr. Bumble. Well-seasoned timber is an expensive article, sir; and all the iron handles come, by canal, from Birmingham.”

“Well, well,” said Mr. Bumble, “every trade has its drawbacks. A fair profit is, of course, allowable.”

Tradução Integral em Português

“Tirei as medidas das duas mulheres que morreram ontem à noite, Sr. Bumble”, disse o agente funerário.

“O senhor fará fortuna, Sr. Sowerberry”, disse o bedel, enfiando o polegar e o indicador na tabaqueira oferecida pelo agente funerário, que era um engenhoso modelo em miniatura de um caixão patenteado. “Eu digo que fará fortuna, Sr. Sowerberry”, repetiu o Sr. Bumble, batendo amigavelmente no ombro dele com a bengala.

“Acha mesmo?”, disse o agente funerário num tom que admitia pela metade e contestava pela metade a probabilidade de tal acontecimento. “Os preços permitidos pelo conselho são muito baixos, Sr. Bumble.”

“Os caixões também”, respondeu o bedel, chegando tão perto de uma risada quanto convém a um grande funcionário permitir-se.

O Sr. Sowerberry ficou muito divertido com isso, como naturalmente deveria ficar, e riu por longo tempo sem parar. “Bem, bem, Sr. Bumble”, disse por fim, “não se pode negar que, desde a introdução do novo sistema de alimentação, os caixões ficaram um pouco mais estreitos e rasos que antes; mas precisamos de algum lucro, Sr. Bumble. Madeira bem curada é um artigo caro, senhor; e todas as alças de ferro vêm de Birmingham pelo canal.”

“Bem, bem”, disse o Sr. Bumble, “todo ofício tem suas desvantagens. É claro que se permite um lucro justo.”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Claro - respondeu o agente funerário. - Se não ganho nada com um artigo específico, no fim recupero o lucro com outro. Ha, ha, ha!

- Exatamente - disse o Sr. Bumble.

- Mesmo assim - continuou o agente funerário - , enfrento um grande problema. As pessoas pesadas morrem mais depressa. As que antes viviam melhor e pagaram impostos durante anos são as primeiras a morrer quando entram no asilo. Três ou quatro polegadas além do meu cálculo podem reduzir muito meu lucro, especialmente quando tenho uma família para sustentar.

Sowerberry falou com a indignação de um homem maltratado. Bumble sentiu que suas palavras atacavam a honra da paróquia e decidiu mudar de assunto. Como Oliver estava em seus pensamentos, começou a falar sobre ele.

- A propósito - disse o Sr. Bumble - , conhece alguém que precise de um menino? Ele é aprendiz da paróquia e um grande peso para nós. Oferecemos condições generosas, Sr. Sowerberry. Bumble ergueu a bengala e bateu três vezes nas palavras “CINCO LIBRAS”, impressas em enormes letras maiúsculas no aviso.

Original English Version

“Of course, of course,” replied the undertaker; “and if I don’t get a profit upon this or that particular article, why, I make it up in the long-run, you see - he! he! he!”

“Just so,” said Mr. Bumble.

“Though I must say,” continued the undertaker, resuming the current of observations which the beadle had interrupted: “though I must say, Mr. Bumble, that I have to contend against one very great disadvantage: which is, that all the stout people go off the quickest. The people who have been better off, and have paid rates for many years, are the first to sink when they come into the house; and let me tell you, Mr. Bumble, that three or four inches over one’s calculation makes a great hole in one’s profits: especially when one has a family to provide for, sir.”

As Mr. Sowerberry said this, with the becoming indignation of an ill-used man; and as Mr. Bumble felt that it rather tended to convey a reflection on the honour of the parish; the latter gentleman thought it advisable to change the subject. Oliver Twist being uppermost in his mind, he made him his theme.

“By the bye,” said Mr. Bumble, “you don’t know anybody who wants a boy, do you? A porochial ’prentis, who is at present a dead-weight; a millstone, as I may say, round the porochial throat? Liberal terms, Mr. Sowerberry, liberal terms?” As Mr. Bumble spoke, he raised his cane to the bill above him, and gave three distinct raps upon the words “five pounds”: which were printed thereon in Roman capitals of gigantic size.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Claro, claro”, respondeu o agente funerário; “e se não obtenho lucro com este ou aquele artigo em particular, bem, recupero no longo prazo, entende? He! He! He!”

“Exatamente”, disse o Sr. Bumble.

“Embora eu deva dizer”, continuou o agente funerário, retomando a corrente de observações que o bedel interrompera, “embora eu deva dizer, Sr. Bumble, que enfrento uma desvantagem muito grande: todas as pessoas robustas partem mais depressa. As que viviam em melhores condições e pagaram impostos por muitos anos são as primeiras a sucumbir quando chegam ao asilo; e devo dizer-lhe, Sr. Bumble, que sete ou dez centímetros além do cálculo abrem um grande rombo no lucro, sobretudo quando se tem uma família para sustentar, senhor.”

Como o Sr. Sowerberry disse isso com a indignação apropriada de um homem injustiçado, e como o Sr. Bumble percebeu que a fala tendia a lançar uma censura sobre a honra da paróquia, este último cavalheiro julgou aconselhável mudar de assunto. Como Oliver Twist dominava seus pensamentos, fez dele o novo tema.

“A propósito”, disse o Sr. Bumble, “não conhece ninguém que precise de um menino, conhece? Um aprendiz poroquial que no momento é um peso morto; uma pedra de moinho, por assim dizer, pendurada no pescoço poroquial? Condições generosas, Sr. Sowerberry, condições generosas?” Enquanto falava, o Sr. Bumble ergueu a bengala para o anúncio acima dele e deu três pancadas distintas nas palavras “cinco libras”, ali impressas em maiúsculas romanas de tamanho gigantesco.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Minha nossa! - disse o agente funerário, segurando o Sr. Bumble pela gola dourada de seu casaco oficial. - Era exatamente sobre isso que eu queria conversar. Meu Deus, que botão elegante, Sr. Bumble! Nunca o tinha notado.

- Sim, acho-o muito bonito - disse o bedel, olhando com orgulho para os grandes botões de latão do casaco. - O desenho é o selo da paróquia: o Bom Samaritano ajudando o homem doente e ferido. O conselho o deu a mim na manhã de Ano-Novo. Usei-o pela primeira vez na investigação sobre o pobre comerciante que morreu numa entrada à meia-noite.

- Eu me lembro - disse o agente funerário. - A decisão do júri foi: ‘Morreu por causa do frio e da falta das necessidades básicas da vida’, não foi?

O Sr. Bumble assentiu.

- Acho que acrescentaram uma declaração especial - disse o agente funerário - , dizendo que, se o funcionário responsável por ajudar os pobres tivesse...

Original English Version

“Gadso!” said the undertaker: taking Mr. Bumble by the gilt-edged lappel of his official coat; “that’s just the very thing I wanted to speak to you about. You know - dear me, what a very elegant button this is, Mr. Bumble! I never noticed it before.”

“Yes, I think it rather pretty,” said the beadle, glancing proudly downwards at the large brass buttons which embellished his coat. “The die is the same as the porochial seal - the Good Samaritan healing the sick and bruised man. The board presented it to me on Newyear’s morning, Mr. Sowerberry. I put it on, I remember, for the first time, to attend the inquest on that reduced tradesman, who died in a doorway at midnight.”

“I recollect,” said the undertaker. “The jury brought it in, ‘Died from exposure to the cold, and want of the common necessaries of life,’ didn’t they?”

Mr. Bumble nodded.

“And they made it a special verdict, I think,” said the undertaker, “by adding some words to the effect, that if the relieving officer had - ”

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“Ora essa!”, disse o agente funerário, tomando o Sr. Bumble pela lapela dourada de seu casaco oficial; “é justamente sobre isso que eu queria falar com o senhor. Sabe... meu Deus, que botão muito elegante, Sr. Bumble! Nunca o tinha notado.”

“Sim, acho-o bastante bonito”, disse o bedel, contemplando com orgulho os grandes botões de latão que ornamentavam seu casaco. “O cunho é igual ao selo poroquial: o Bom Samaritano tratando o homem doente e ferido. O conselho presenteou-me com ele na manhã de Ano-Novo, Sr. Sowerberry. Lembro-me de que o usei pela primeira vez para comparecer ao inquérito sobre aquele comerciante empobrecido que morreu numa entrada de porta à meia-noite.”

“Eu me lembro”, disse o agente funerário. “O veredicto do júri foi ‘Morte por exposição ao frio e falta dos meios comuns necessários à vida’, não foi?”

O Sr. Bumble assentiu.

“E acho que fizeram dele um veredicto especial”, disse o agente funerário, “acrescentando algumas palavras no sentido de que, se o funcionário encarregado do auxílio tivesse...”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Bobagem! Tolice! - interrompeu o bedel. - Se o conselho escutasse todas as bobagens ditas por jurados ignorantes, teria trabalho demais.

- É verdade - disse o agente funerário. - Certamente teria.

- Os júris - disse o Sr. Bumble, apertando a bengala como costumava fazer quando estava zangado - são criaturas sem educação, vulgares e miseráveis.

- Com certeza são - disse o agente funerário.

- Eles não entendem mais de filosofia ou economia política do que isto - disse o bedel, estalando os dedos com desprezo.

- Realmente não entendem - concordou o agente funerário.

- Eu os desprezo - disse o bedel, ficando com o rosto muito vermelho.

- Eu também - respondeu o agente funerário.

- Eu só queria que pudéssemos manter um júri independente no asilo por uma ou duas semanas - disse o bedel. - As regras da junta logo acabariam com o ânimo deles.

- Pode confiar que as regras farão isso - respondeu o agente funerário. Então sorriu com aprovação, esperando acalmar o furioso funcionário da paróquia.

O Sr. Bumble tirou o chapéu de duas pontas, pegou um lenço de dentro dele e enxugou o suor causado por sua raiva. Colocou o chapéu novamente, virou-se para o agente funerário e falou com mais calma:

Original English Version

“Tush! Foolery!” interposed the beadle. “If the board attended to all the nonsense that ignorant jurymen talk, they’d have enough to do.”

“Very true,” said the undertaker; “they would indeed.”

“Juries,” said Mr. Bumble, grasping his cane tightly, as was his wont when working into a passion: “juries is ineddicated, vulgar, grovelling wretches.”

“So they are,” said the undertaker.

“They haven’t no more philosophy nor political economy about ’em than that,” said the beadle, snapping his fingers contemptuously.

“No more they have,” acquiesced the undertaker.

“I despise ’em,” said the beadle, growing very red in the face.

“So do I,” rejoined the undertaker.

“And I only wish we’d a jury of the independent sort, in the house for a week or two,” said the beadle; “the rules and regulations of the board would soon bring their spirit down for ’em.”

“Let ’em alone for that,” replied the undertaker. So saying, he smiled, approvingly: to calm the rising wrath of the indignant parish officer.

Mr Bumble lifted off his cocked hat; took a handkerchief from the inside of the crown; wiped from his forehead the perspiration which his rage had engendered; fixed the cocked hat on again; and, turning to the undertaker, said in a calmer voice:

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“Ora! Tolice!”, interrompeu o bedel. “Se o conselho desse atenção a todos os disparates ditos por jurados ignorantes, teria trabalho de sobra.”

“Muito verdade”, disse o agente funerário; “teria mesmo.”

“Os júris”, disse o Sr. Bumble, apertando a bengala com força, como costumava fazer quando se enfurecia, “os júris são uns miserave ignorante, vulgar e rastejante.”

“Isso mesmo”, disse o agente funerário.

“Não têm mais filosofia nem economia política que isso”, disse o bedel, estalando os dedos com desprezo.

“Não têm mesmo”, concordou o agente funerário.

“Eu os desprezo”, disse o bedel, ficando muito vermelho.

“Eu também”, replicou o agente funerário.

“E eu só queria ter um júri desses independentes no asilo por uma ou duas semanas”, disse o bedel; “as regras e regulamentos do conselho logo lhes baixariam a crista.”

“Pode confiar neles para isso”, respondeu o agente funerário. Dito isso, sorriu em aprovação, para acalmar a ira crescente do indignado funcionário paroquial.

O Sr. Bumble tirou o chapéu de duas pontas; apanhou um lenço de dentro da copa; enxugou da testa o suor provocado pela raiva; recolocou o chapéu; e, virando-se para o agente funerário, disse com voz mais calma:

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Bem, e quanto ao menino?

- Ah - respondeu o agente funerário - , o senhor sabe, Sr. Bumble, que pago muitos impostos para sustentar os pobres.

- Hum - disse o Sr. Bumble. - E então?

- Bem - respondeu o agente funerário - , se pago tanto pelos pobres, tenho o direito de tirar deles o maior benefício possível. Por isso, acho que eu mesmo ficarei com o menino.

O Sr. Bumble pegou o agente funerário pelo braço e o levou para dentro. O Sr. Sowerberry reuniu-se em particular com a junta por cinco minutos. Eles concordaram que Oliver iria com ele naquela noite “em experiência”. Para um aprendiz da paróquia, isso significava que, se o patrão conseguisse trabalho suficiente do menino sem alimentá-lo demais, poderia ficar com ele por anos e tratá-lo como quisesse.

Original English Version

“Well; what about the boy?”

“Oh!” replied the undertaker; “why, you know, Mr. Bumble, I pay a good deal towards the poor’s rates.”

“Hem!” said Mr. Bumble. “Well?”

“Well,” replied the undertaker, “I was thinking that if I pay so much towards ’em, I’ve a right to get as much out of ’em as I can, Mr. Bumble; and so - I think I’ll take the boy myself.”

Mr. Bumble grasped the undertaker by the arm, and led him into the building. Mr. Sowerberry was closeted with the board for five minutes; and it was arranged that Oliver should go to him that evening “upon liking” - a phrase which means, in the case of a parish apprentice, that if the master find, upon a short trial, that he can get enough work out of a boy without putting too much food into him, he shall have him for a term of years, to do what he likes with.

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“Bem; e quanto ao menino?”

“Oh!”, respondeu o agente funerário; “bem, sabe, Sr. Bumble, eu pago uma boa soma de impostos para os pobres.”

“Hum!”, disse o Sr. Bumble. “E então?”

“Bem”, respondeu o agente funerário, “estava pensando que, se pago tanto para eles, tenho o direito de tirar deles tudo quanto puder, Sr. Bumble; portanto... acho que eu mesmo ficarei com o menino.”

O Sr. Bumble agarrou o agente funerário pelo braço e conduziu-o para dentro do edifício. O Sr. Sowerberry ficou cinco minutos encerrado com o conselho; e ficou acertado que Oliver iria para sua casa naquela noite “à experiência” - expressão que, no caso de um aprendiz da paróquia, significa que, se após um breve teste o patrão descobrir que pode arrancar bastante trabalho de um menino sem lhe dar comida demais, ficará com ele por vários anos para fazer o que quiser.

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Naquela noite, o pequeno Oliver foi levado diante dos “cavalheiros”. Disseram-lhe que naquela mesma noite trabalharia como ajudante geral de um fabricante de caixões. Se reclamasse ou voltasse à paróquia, seria mandado para o mar, onde morreria afogado ou espancado. Oliver demonstrou tão pouca emoção que todos o chamaram de pequeno malandro sem coração e ordenaram ao Sr. Bumble que o levasse embora imediatamente.

A junta sempre ficava chocada quando alguém não demonstrava sentimentos, mas neste caso estava errada. Oliver não sentia pouco; sentia demais. O tratamento cruel que recebia estava lentamente tornando-o insensível e amargo para sempre. Ele ouviu para onde iria sem dizer nada. Toda a sua bagagem foi colocada em sua mão: um pacote de papel pardo com cerca de quinze centímetros de largura e oito de profundidade. Puxou o boné sobre os olhos, segurou novamente o punho do casaco do Sr. Bumble e foi levado para um novo lugar de sofrimento.

Original English Version

When little Oliver was taken before “the gentlemen” that evening; and informed that he was to go, that night, as general house-lad to a coffin-maker’s; and that if he complained of his situation, or ever came back to the parish again, he would be sent to sea, there to be drowned, or knocked on the head, as the case might be, he evinced so little emotion, that they by common consent pronounced him a hardened young rascal, and ordered Mr. Bumble to remove him forthwith.

Now, although it was very natural that the board, of all people in the world, should feel in a great state of virtuous astonishment and horror at the smallest tokens of want of feeling on the part of anybody, they were rather out, in this particular instance. The simple fact was, that Oliver, instead of possessing too little feeling, possessed rather too much; and was in a fair way of being reduced, for life, to a state of brutal stupidity and sullenness by the ill usage he had received. He heard the news of his destination, in perfect silence; and, having had his luggage put into his hand - which was not very difficult to carry, inasmuch as it was all comprised within the limits of a brown paper parcel, about half a foot square by three inches deep - he pulled his cap over his eyes; and once more attaching himself to Mr. Bumble’s coat cuff, was led away by that dignitary to a new scene of suffering.

Tradução Integral em Português

Quando naquela noite o pequeno Oliver foi levado à presença “dos cavalheiros” e informado de que, ainda naquela noite, iria trabalhar como faz-tudo na casa de um fabricante de caixões, e de que, se reclamasse de sua situação ou voltasse à paróquia, seria mandado para o mar, onde poderia morrer afogado ou receber uma pancada fatal, conforme o caso, demonstrou tão pouca emoção que todos de comum acordo o declararam um jovem patife empedernido e ordenaram ao Sr. Bumble que o removesse imediatamente.

Ora, embora fosse muito natural que o conselho, dentre todas as pessoas do mundo, entrasse num grande estado de virtuoso espanto e horror diante do menor sinal de insensibilidade de alguém, naquele caso em particular estava um tanto enganado. O simples fato era que Oliver, em vez de possuir sentimentos de menos, possuía-os em excesso; e os maus-tratos que recebera estavam a ponto de reduzi-lo por toda a vida a um estado de estupidez embrutecida e mau humor. Ouviu a notícia de seu destino em completo silêncio; e, depois que lhe puseram a bagagem na mão - nada difícil de carregar, visto caber inteira num pacote de papel pardo de uns quinze centímetros quadrados por sete e meio de profundidade - , puxou o boné sobre os olhos e, agarrando-se outra vez ao punho do casaco do Sr. Bumble, foi conduzido por aquele dignitário a um novo cenário de sofrimentos.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Por algum tempo, o Sr. Bumble puxou Oliver sem falar. O bedel mantinha a cabeça bem erguida, como convinha a um bedel. Como ventava, Oliver ficou quase escondido pelas abas do casaco aberto do Sr. Bumble, que também mostravam seu colete e suas calças marrons até os joelhos. Ao se aproximarem do destino, o Sr. Bumble olhou para baixo para ter certeza de que o menino parecia apresentável ao novo patrão. Fez isso com a atitude bondosa de um protetor importante.

- Oliver! - disse o Sr. Bumble.

- Sim, senhor - respondeu Oliver com voz baixa e trêmula.

- Tire esse boné dos olhos e levante a cabeça, senhor.

Oliver obedeceu imediatamente e enxugou depressa os olhos com a mão livre. Mesmo assim, uma lágrima permaneceu quando ergueu os olhos para o Sr. Bumble. Sob o olhar severo do bedel, ela desceu por sua face, seguida por outras. Oliver se esforçou para parar, mas não conseguiu. Soltou a mão do Sr. Bumble, cobriu o rosto com as duas mãos e chorou até as lágrimas correrem entre seus dedos finos e pelo queixo.

Original English Version

For some time, Mr. Bumble drew Oliver along, without notice or remark; for the beadle carried his head very erect, as a beadle always should: and, it being a windy day, little Oliver was completely enshrouded by the skirts of Mr. Bumble’s coat as they blew open, and disclosed to great advantage his flapped waistcoat and drab plush knee-breeches. As they drew near to their destination, however, Mr. Bumble thought it expedient to look down, and see that the boy was in good order for inspection by his new master: which he accordingly did, with a fit and becoming air of gracious patronage.

“Oliver!” said Mr. Bumble.

“Yes, sir,” replied Oliver, in a low, tremulous voice.

“Pull that cap off your eyes, and hold up your head, sir.”

Although Oliver did as he was desired, at once; and passed the back of his unoccupied hand briskly across his eyes, he left a tear in them when he looked up at his conductor. As Mr. Bumble gazed sternly upon him, it rolled down his cheek. It was followed by another, and another. The child made a strong effort, but it was an unsuccessful one. Withdrawing his other hand from Mr. Bumble’s he covered his face with both; and wept until the tears sprung out from between his chin and bony fingers.

Tradução Integral em Português

Por algum tempo, o Sr. Bumble puxou Oliver consigo sem notá-lo nem lhe dirigir palavra, pois o bedel mantinha a cabeça muito erguida, como sempre deve fazer um bedel; e, como o dia estava ventoso, o pequeno Oliver ficou inteiramente envolto pelas abas do casaco do Sr. Bumble quando estas se abriam, exibindo com grande vantagem seu colete de abas e os calções até os joelhos de pelúcia parda. Quando se aproximaram do destino, porém, o Sr. Bumble julgou conveniente olhar para baixo e verificar se o menino estava em condições adequadas de ser inspecionado pelo novo patrão; e assim fez, com um ar apropriado e conveniente de gracioso patrocínio.

“Oliver!”, disse o Sr. Bumble.

“Sim, senhor”, respondeu Oliver com voz baixa e trêmula.

“Tire esse boné dos olhos e erga a cabeça, senhor.”

Embora Oliver fizesse imediatamente o que lhe mandaram e passasse depressa pelos olhos o dorso da mão desocupada, uma lágrima permaneceu neles quando ergueu o olhar para seu condutor. Enquanto o Sr. Bumble o encarava com severidade, ela rolou-lhe pela face. Outra a seguiu, depois outra. A criança fez um grande esforço, mas não obteve êxito. Retirando a outra mão da mão do Sr. Bumble, cobriu o rosto com ambas e chorou até as lágrimas brotarem entre seu queixo e os dedos ossudos.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Ora! - gritou o Sr. Bumble, parando de repente e olhando o menino com grande ódio. - De todos os meninos mais ingratos e malcomportados que já vi, Oliver, você é o...

- Não, não, senhor - soluçou Oliver, segurando a mão que carregava a conhecida bengala. - Eu realmente vou me comportar bem, senhor! Sou um menino muito pequeno, e é tão... tão...

- Tão o quê? - perguntou o Sr. Bumble, surpreso.

- Tão sozinho, senhor! Tão completamente sozinho! - gritou a criança. - Todos me odeiam. Ah, senhor, por favor, não fique zangado comigo! - Ele bateu a mão contra o coração e olhou para o Sr. Bumble com lágrimas e verdadeira dor.

Por alguns segundos, o Sr. Bumble olhou surpreso para o rosto triste e indefeso de Oliver. Limpou a garganta três ou quatro vezes e murmurou algo sobre “essa tosse incômoda”. Depois mandou Oliver enxugar os olhos e se comportar bem. Pegando novamente sua mão, seguiu em silêncio.

Original English Version

“Well!” exclaimed Mr. Bumble, stopping short, and darting at his little charge a look of intense malignity. “Well! Of _all_ the ungratefullest, and worst-disposed boys as ever I see, Oliver, you are the - ”

“No, no, sir,” sobbed Oliver, clinging to the hand which held the well-known cane; “no, no, sir; I will be good indeed; indeed, indeed I will, sir! I am a very little boy, sir; and it is so - so - ”

“So what?” inquired Mr. Bumble in amazement.

“So lonely, sir! So very lonely!” cried the child. “Everybody hates me. Oh! sir, don’t, don’t pray be cross to me!” The child beat his hand upon his heart; and looked in his companion’s face, with tears of real agony.

Mr. Bumble regarded Oliver’s piteous and helpless look, with some astonishment, for a few seconds; hemmed three or four times in a husky manner; and after muttering something about “that troublesome cough,” bade Oliver dry his eyes and be a good boy. Then once more taking his hand, he walked on with him in silence.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Ora!”, exclamou o Sr. Bumble, parando de repente e lançando ao pequeno pupilo um olhar de intensa maldade. “Ora! De _todos_ os meninos mais ingratos e mal-intencionados que já vi, Oliver, você é o...”

“Não, não, senhor”, soluçou Oliver, agarrando-se à mão que segurava a conhecida bengala; “não, não, senhor; eu vou mesmo ser bom; de verdade, de verdade vou, senhor! Sou um menino muito pequeno, senhor; e é tão... tão...”

“Tão o quê?”, perguntou o Sr. Bumble, assombrado.

“Tão solitário, senhor! Tão terrivelmente solitário!”, gritou a criança. “Todos me odeiam. Oh, senhor, por favor, não... não fique zangado comigo!” A criança bateu a mão no coração e fitou o rosto do companheiro com lágrimas de verdadeira agonia.

O Sr. Bumble contemplou por alguns segundos, com certo assombro, o olhar lastimoso e desamparado de Oliver; pigarreou três ou quatro vezes, roucamente; e, depois de murmurar algo sobre “essa tosse incômoda”, mandou Oliver enxugar os olhos e ser um bom menino. Então tornou a tomar-lhe a mão e seguiu com ele em silêncio.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

O agente funerário acabara de fechar as venezianas da loja. À luz de uma vela apropriadamente sombria, escrevia em seu livro de contas quando o Sr. Bumble entrou.

- Ahá! - disse o agente funerário, levantando os olhos do livro e parando no meio de uma palavra. - É você, Bumble?

- Ninguém mais, Sr. Sowerberry - respondeu o bedel. - Aqui está, trouxe o menino. - Oliver fez uma reverência.

- Ah, então esse é o menino? - disse o agente funerário, erguendo a vela acima da cabeça para ver Oliver melhor. - Sra. Sowerberry, poderia vir aqui por um instante, minha querida?

A Sra. Sowerberry saiu de uma pequena sala atrás da loja. Era uma mulher baixa e magra, de corpo estreito e rosto desagradável e severo.

- Minha querida - disse o Sr. Sowerberry educadamente - , este é o menino do asilo de quem lhe falei. - Oliver fez outra reverência.

- Meu Deus! - disse a esposa do agente funerário. - Ele é muito pequeno.

Original English Version

The undertaker, who had just put up the shutters of his shop, was making some entries in his day-book by the light of a most appropriate dismal candle, when Mr. Bumble entered.

“Aha!” said the undertaker; looking up from the book, and pausing in the middle of a word; “is that you, Bumble?”

“No one else, Mr. Sowerberry,” replied the beadle. “Here! I’ve brought the boy.” Oliver made a bow.

“Oh! that’s the boy, is it?” said the undertaker: raising the candle above his head, to get a better view of Oliver. “Mrs. Sowerberry, will you have the goodness to come here a moment, my dear?”

Mrs. Sowerberry emerged from a little room behind the shop, and presented the form of a short, thin, squeezed-up woman, with a vixenish countenance.

“My dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry, deferentially, “this is the boy from the workhouse that I told you of.” Oliver bowed again.

“Dear me!” said the undertaker’s wife, “he’s very small.”

Tradução Integral em Português

O agente funerário, que acabara de fechar as venezianas da loja, fazia alguns lançamentos em seu livro-diário à luz de uma vela lúgubre muito apropriada quando o Sr. Bumble entrou.

“Ahá!”, disse o agente funerário, erguendo os olhos do livro e parando no meio de uma palavra; “é você, Bumble?”

“Ninguém mais, Sr. Sowerberry”, respondeu o bedel. “Aqui! Trouxe o menino.” Oliver fez uma reverência.

“Oh! Então este é o menino?”, disse o agente funerário, erguendo a vela acima da cabeça para ver melhor Oliver. “Sra. Sowerberry, teria a bondade de vir aqui por um instante, minha querida?”

A Sra. Sowerberry surgiu de um pequeno cômodo nos fundos da loja, apresentando a figura de uma mulher baixa, magra e comprimida, com rosto de megera.

“Minha querida”, disse o Sr. Sowerberry, respeitosamente, “este é o menino do asilo de quem lhe falei.” Oliver tornou a se curvar.

“Meu Deus!”, disse a esposa do agente funerário, “ele é muito pequeno.”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Bem, ele é um pouco pequeno - respondeu o Sr. Bumble, olhando para Oliver como se o tamanho fosse culpa dele. - É pequeno, sem dúvida. Mas vai crescer, Sra. Sowerberry. Vai crescer.

- Ah, tenho certeza de que vai - respondeu a mulher com impaciência - , com a nossa comida e bebida. Crianças da paróquia não nos fazem economizar nada; sempre custam mais para manter do que valem. Mesmo assim, os homens sempre acham que sabem mais. Desça, seu saquinho de ossos. - A Sra. Sowerberry abriu uma porta lateral e empurrou Oliver por uma escada íngreme até um cômodo de pedra escuro e úmido. Era a entrada do depósito de carvão, mas era chamado de “cozinha”. Ali estava sentada uma garota desleixada, com sapatos gastos e meias azuis muito estragadas.

- Charlotte - disse o Sr. Sowerberry, que seguira Oliver escada abaixo - , dê a este menino os restos frios guardados para Trip. O cachorro não volta desde a manhã, então pode ficar sem eles. Suponho que o menino não seja exigente demais para comê-los. É, menino?

Original English Version

“Why, he _is_ rather small,” replied Mr. Bumble: looking at Oliver as if it were his fault that he was no bigger; “he is small. There’s no denying it. But he’ll grow, Mrs. Sowerberry - he’ll grow.”

“Ah! I dare say he will,” replied the lady pettishly, “on our victuals and our drink. I see no saving in parish children, not I; for they always cost more to keep, than they’re worth. However, men always think they know best. There! Get downstairs, little bag o’ bones.” With this, the undertaker’s wife opened a side door, and pushed Oliver down a steep flight of stairs into a stone cell, damp and dark: forming the ante-room to the coal-cellar, and denominated “kitchen”; wherein sat a slatternly girl, in shoes down at heel, and blue worsted stockings very much out of repair.

“Here, Charlotte,” said Mr. Sowerberry, who had followed Oliver down, “give this boy some of the cold bits that were put by for Trip. He hasn’t come home since the morning, so he may go without ’em. I dare say the boy isn’t too dainty to eat ’em - are you, boy?”

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“Bem, ele _é_ um tanto pequeno”, respondeu o Sr. Bumble, olhando para Oliver como se fosse culpa dele não ser maior; “é pequeno. Não há como negar. Mas vai crescer, Sra. Sowerberry; vai crescer.”

“Ah! Imagino que sim”, respondeu a senhora, irritada; “com nossa comida e nossa bebida. Eu não vejo economia alguma em crianças da paróquia; sempre custa mais mantê-las do que elas valem. Mas os homens sempre acham que sabem mais. Vamos! Desça, seu saquinho de ossos.” Com isso, a esposa do agente funerário abriu uma porta lateral e empurrou Oliver por uma escada íngreme até um cubículo de pedra úmido e escuro, que formava a antessala do depósito de carvão e recebia o nome de “cozinha”; ali estava sentada uma moça desleixada, com sapatos de saltos gastos e meias azuis de lã em péssimo estado.

“Aqui, Charlotte”, disse o Sr. Sowerberry, que descera atrás de Oliver, “dê a este menino alguns daqueles restos frios que separamos para Trip. Ele não voltou para casa desde a manhã, portanto pode ficar sem eles. Imagino que o menino não seja refinado demais para comê-los, é, menino?”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Os olhos de Oliver brilharam quando ele ouviu a palavra carne, e ele tremia de vontade de comê-la. Disse que não era exigente, e colocaram diante dele um prato cheio de restos grosseiros.

Eu gostaria que algum filósofo bem alimentado e de coração frio tivesse visto Oliver Twist agarrar a excelente comida rejeitada pelo cachorro. Gostaria que ele tivesse observado Oliver rasgar os pedaços com a fome terrível de um animal faminto. Há apenas uma coisa que eu gostaria ainda mais: ver esse filósofo comendo a mesma refeição e gostando dela da mesma maneira.

- Bem - disse a esposa do agente funerário depois que Oliver terminou o jantar. Ela o observara em silêncio e horrorizada, temendo quanto ele poderia comer no futuro. - Terminou?

Como não havia mais nada para comer ao seu alcance, Oliver respondeu que sim.

- Então venha comigo - disse a Sra. Sowerberry. Ela pegou uma lamparina fraca e suja e o conduziu escada acima. - Sua cama fica embaixo do balcão. Suponho que não se importe em dormir entre os caixões. Não importa se você se importa, pois não pode dormir em nenhum outro lugar. Vamos; não me deixe aqui a noite inteira!

Original English Version

Oliver, whose eyes had glistened at the mention of meat, and who was trembling with eagerness to devour it, replied in the negative; and a plateful of coarse broken victuals was set before him.

I wish some well-fed philosopher, whose meat and drink turn to gall within him; whose blood is ice, whose heart is iron; could have seen Oliver Twist clutching at the dainty viands that the dog had neglected. I wish he could have witnessed the horrible avidity with which Oliver tore the bits asunder with all the ferocity of famine. There is only one thing I should like better; and that would be to see the Philosopher making the same sort of meal himself, with the same relish.

“Well,” said the undertaker’s wife, when Oliver had finished his supper: which she had regarded in silent horror, and with fearful auguries of his future appetite: “have you done?”

There being nothing eatable within his reach, Oliver replied in the affirmative.

“Then come with me,” said Mrs. Sowerberry: taking up a dim and dirty lamp, and leading the way upstairs; “your bed’s under the counter. You don’t mind sleeping among the coffins, I suppose? But it doesn’t much matter whether you do or don’t, for you can’t sleep anywhere else. Come; don’t keep me here all night!”

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Oliver, cujos olhos tinham brilhado à menção de carne e que tremia de ânsia por devorá-la, respondeu que não; e colocaram diante dele um prato cheio de restos grosseiros de comida.

Eu gostaria que algum filósofo bem alimentado, cuja comida e bebida se transformam em fel dentro dele, cujo sangue é gelo e cujo coração é ferro, pudesse ter visto Oliver Twist agarrar as iguarias que o cão rejeitara. Gostaria que tivesse presenciado a horrível avidez com que Oliver rasgava os pedaços, com toda a ferocidade da fome. Só existe uma coisa que eu gostaria ainda mais de ver: o próprio Filósofo fazendo uma refeição igual, com o mesmo apetite.

“Bem”, disse a esposa do agente funerário quando Oliver terminou a ceia, que ela observara com silencioso horror e sinistros presságios sobre seu futuro apetite, “acabou?”

Como nada de comestível permanecia ao seu alcance, Oliver respondeu que sim.

“Então venha comigo”, disse a Sra. Sowerberry, apanhando uma lamparina fraca e suja e subindo a escada à frente dele; “sua cama fica debaixo do balcão. Suponho que não se importe de dormir entre os caixões? Mas não faz muita diferença se importa ou não, pois não pode dormir em nenhum outro lugar. Vamos; não me prenda aqui a noite inteira!”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Oliver não demorou mais e seguiu sua nova patroa em silêncio.

Original English Version

Oliver lingered no longer, but meekly followed his new mistress.

Tradução Integral em Português

Oliver não se demorou mais e seguiu humildemente a nova senhora.

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CHAPTER V. Oliver Mingles with New Associates. Going to a Funeral for the First Time, He Forms an Unfavourable Notion of His Master’s Business

Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Deixado sozinho na loja do agente funerário, Oliver colocou a lamparina sobre uma bancada e olhou ao redor com medo. Muitas pessoas mais velhas teriam compreendido seus sentimentos. Um caixão inacabado estava sobre suportes pretos no meio da loja. Parecia tão sombrio e mortal que Oliver tremia sempre que olhava para ele. Quase esperava que uma figura terrível se levantasse dali e o enlouquecesse de medo. Ao longo da parede havia tábuas de olmo cortadas no formato de caixões. À luz fraca, pareciam fantasmas altos com as mãos nos bolsos. Placas de metal para caixões, lascas de madeira, pregos brilhantes e pedaços de tecido preto cobriam o chão. Atrás do balcão havia uma alegre pintura de dois empregados funerários diante de uma grande porta, enquanto um carro fúnebre puxado por quatro cavalos pretos se aproximava. A loja era quente, abafada e cheirava a caixões. O espaço sob o balcão, onde ficava o colchão fino de Oliver, parecia uma sepultura.

Original English Version

Oliver, being left to himself in the undertaker’s shop, set the lamp down on a workman’s bench, and gazed timidly about him with a feeling of awe and dread, which many people a good deal older than he will be at no loss to understand. An unfinished coffin on black tressels, which stood in the middle of the shop, looked so gloomy and death-like that a cold tremble came over him, every time his eyes wandered in the direction of the dismal object: from which he almost expected to see some frightful form slowly rear its head, to drive him mad with terror. Against the wall were ranged, in regular array, a long row of elm boards cut in the same shape: looking in the dim light, like high-shouldered ghosts with their hands in their breeches pockets. Coffin-plates, elm-chips, bright-headed nails, and shreds of black cloth, lay scattered on the floor; and the wall behind the counter was ornamented with a lively representation of two mutes in very stiff neckcloths, on duty at a large private door, with a hearse drawn by four black steeds, approaching in the distance. The shop was close and hot. The atmosphere seemed tainted with the smell of coffins. The recess beneath the counter in which his flock mattress was thrust, looked like a grave.

Tradução Integral em Português

Deixado sozinho na loja do agente funerário, Oliver pousou a lamparina numa bancada e olhou timidamente ao redor, com uma sensação de temor e pavor que muita gente bem mais velha do que ele não terá dificuldade em compreender. Um caixão inacabado sobre cavaletes pretos, no centro da loja, tinha aparência tão sombria e mortuária que Oliver sentia um frio tremor toda vez que os olhos se desviavam para o objeto lúgubre, do qual quase esperava ver alguma forma assustadora erguer devagar a cabeça para enlouquecê-lo de terror. Contra a parede alinhava-se uma longa fileira de tábuas de olmo cortadas no mesmo formato; na luz fraca, pareciam fantasmas de ombros altos com as mãos nos bolsos dos calções. Placas de caixão, lascas de olmo, pregos de cabeça brilhante e tiras de tecido preto espalhavam-se pelo chão; e a parede atrás do balcão era ornamentada com a animada representação de dois acompanhantes fúnebres, usando gravatas muito rígidas, de serviço diante da porta de uma grande residência, enquanto ao longe se aproximava um carro funerário puxado por quatro cavalos negros. A loja era abafada e quente. O ar parecia contaminado pelo cheiro dos caixões. O vão sob o balcão onde tinham enfiado seu colchão de lã parecia uma sepultura.

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Esses não eram os únicos pensamentos tristes que perturbavam Oliver. Ele estava sozinho num lugar desconhecido, e todos sabemos como até as pessoas mais fortes podem se sentir frias e solitárias nessa situação. O menino não tinha amigos com quem se importar nem ninguém que se importasse com ele. Não havia se separado recentemente de alguém que amava, e nenhum rosto familiar fazia uma ausência dolorosa em sua vida.

Mesmo assim, seu coração estava pesado. Ao entrar na cama estreita, desejou que ela fosse seu caixão. Desejou poder descansar num sono tranquilo e eterno no cemitério, com a grama alta se movendo suavemente sobre ele e o velho sino profundo confortando-o.

De manhã, Oliver acordou com fortes chutes na porta da loja. Antes que conseguisse vestir rapidamente as roupas, os chutes furiosos se repetiram cerca de vinte e cinco vezes. Quando começou a retirar a corrente, os chutes pararam e uma voz falou.

Original English Version

Nor were these the only dismal feelings which depressed Oliver. He was alone in a strange place; and we all know how chilled and desolate the best of us will sometimes feel in such a situation. The boy had no friends to care for, or to care for him. The regret of no recent separation was fresh in his mind; the absence of no loved and well-remembered face sank heavily into his heart.

But his heart was heavy, notwithstanding; and he wished, as he crept into his narrow bed, that that were his coffin, and that he could be lain in a calm and lasting sleep in the churchyard ground, with the tall grass waving gently above his head, and the sound of the old deep bell to soothe him in his sleep.

Oliver was awakened in the morning, by a loud kicking at the outside of the shop-door: which, before he could huddle on his clothes, was repeated, in an angry and impetuous manner, about twenty-five times. When he began to undo the chain, the legs desisted, and a voice began.

Tradução Integral em Português

Tampouco eram esses os únicos sentimentos sombrios que deprimiam Oliver. Ele estava sozinho num lugar estranho; e todos sabemos como até os melhores de nós às vezes se sentem gelados e desolados em tal situação. O menino não tinha amigos com quem se importar nem que se importassem com ele. Nenhuma separação recente lhe deixara na memória uma saudade viva; a ausência de nenhum rosto amado e bem recordado pesava-lhe no coração.

Ainda assim, seu coração estava pesado; e, ao se enfiar na cama estreita, desejou que ela lhe oferecesse um sono calmo e permanente sob a terra do cemitério, com a relva alta ondulando suavemente acima de sua cabeça e o som grave do velho sino embalando-lhe o repouso.

Oliver foi despertado de manhã por fortes pontapés do lado de fora da porta da loja, repetidos cerca de vinte e cinco vezes, de maneira furiosa e impetuosa, antes que ele conseguisse vestir às pressas as roupas. Quando começou a soltar a corrente, as pernas pararam, e uma voz começou a falar.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Vai abrir a porta? - gritou a voz que pertencia às pernas que a haviam chutado.

- Agora mesmo, senhor - respondeu Oliver, retirando a corrente e girando a chave.

- Suponho que você seja o menino novo, não é? - disse a voz através do buraco da fechadura.

- Sim, senhor - respondeu Oliver.

- Quantos anos você tem? - perguntou a voz.

- Dez, senhor - respondeu Oliver.

- Então vou bater em você quando entrar - disse a voz. - Espere e verá, seu pirralho do asilo! - Depois de fazer essa bondosa promessa, a voz começou a assobiar.

Oliver havia apanhado tantas vezes que não duvidou que o dono da voz, fosse quem fosse, cumpriria a promessa. Com a mão trêmula, Oliver puxou os ferrolhos e abriu a porta.

Por um momento, Oliver olhou para os dois lados da rua e para o outro lado. Pensou que o desconhecido que falara pelo buraco da fechadura tivesse se afastado para se aquecer. Mas a única pessoa que viu foi um grande menino de instituição de caridade sentado num poste diante da casa. O garoto comia pão com manteiga, cortando-o com um canivete em pedaços do tamanho da boca e depois comendo-os com muita habilidade.

Original English Version

“Open the door, will yer?” cried the voice which belonged to the legs which had kicked at the door.

“I will, directly, sir,” replied Oliver: undoing the chain, and turning the key.

“I suppose yer the new boy, ain’t yer?” said the voice through the key-hole.

“Yes, sir,” replied Oliver.

“How old are yer?” inquired the voice.

“Ten, sir,” replied Oliver.

“Then I’ll whop yer when I get in,” said the voice; “you just see if I don’t, that’s all, my work’us brat!” and having made this obliging promise, the voice began to whistle.

Oliver had been too often subjected to the process to which the very expressive monosyllable just recorded bears reference, to entertain the smallest doubt that the owner of the voice, whoever he might be, would redeem his pledge, most honourably. He drew back the bolts with a trembling hand, and opened the door.

For a second or two, Oliver glanced up the street, and down the street, and over the way: impressed with the belief that the unknown, who had addressed him through the key-hole, had walked a few paces off, to warm himself; for nobody did he see but a big charity-boy, sitting on a post in front of the house, eating a slice of bread and butter: which he cut into wedges, the size of his mouth, with a clasp-knife, and then consumed with great dexterity.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Abre essa porta, vai?”, gritou a voz pertencente às pernas que haviam chutado a porta.

“Vou abrir já, senhor”, respondeu Oliver, soltando a corrente e virando a chave.

“Acho que ocê é o menino novo, não é?”, disse a voz pelo buraco da fechadura.

“Sim, senhor”, respondeu Oliver.

“Quantos ano ocê tem?”, perguntou a voz.

“Dez, senhor”, respondeu Oliver.

“Então vou te dá uma surra quando entrá”, disse a voz; “espere só pra vê se não dou, seu pirralho de asilo!” E, depois dessa gentil promessa, a voz começou a assobiar.

Oliver fora submetido tantas vezes ao processo indicado pelo expressivo termo que acabamos de registrar que não tinha a menor dúvida de que o dono da voz, fosse quem fosse, cumpriria a promessa da maneira mais honrosa. Com a mão trêmula, puxou os ferrolhos e abriu a porta.

Por um ou dois segundos, Oliver olhou para cima e para baixo da rua e para o outro lado, convencido de que o desconhecido que lhe falara pelo buraco da fechadura se afastara alguns passos para se aquecer; pois não viu ninguém além de um grande menino de caridade sentado num poste diante da casa, comendo uma fatia de pão com manteiga que cortava com um canivete em pedaços do tamanho de sua boca e depois consumia com grande destreza.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Com licença, senhor - disse Oliver por fim, quando nenhum outro visitante apareceu. - Foi o senhor que bateu?

- Eu chutei - respondeu o menino da instituição de caridade.

- O senhor quer um caixão? - perguntou Oliver inocentemente.

Ao ouvir isso, o menino da instituição de caridade pareceu extremamente zangado. Disse que Oliver precisaria de um caixão em breve se fizesse brincadeiras assim com seus superiores.

- Você não sabe quem eu sou, sabe, Asilo? - continuou o menino da instituição de caridade, descendo do poste com séria dignidade.

- Não, senhor - respondeu Oliver.

- Sou o Sr. Noah Claypole - disse o menino da instituição de caridade - , e você trabalha abaixo de mim. Tire as venezianas, seu pequeno criminoso preguiçoso! - Então o Sr. Claypole chutou Oliver e entrou na loja com grande dignidade. É sempre difícil para um garoto desajeitado, de cabeça grande, olhos pequenos, rosto pesado, nariz vermelho e calças amarelas até os joelhos parecer digno.

Original English Version

“I beg your pardon, sir,” said Oliver at length: seeing that no other visitor made his appearance; “did you knock?”

“I kicked,” replied the charity-boy.

“Did you want a coffin, sir?” inquired Oliver, innocently.

At this, the charity-boy looked monstrous fierce; and said that Oliver would want one before long, if he cut jokes with his superiors in that way.

“Yer don’t know who I am, I suppose, Work’us?” said the charity-boy, in continuation: descending from the top of the post, meanwhile, with edifying gravity.

“No, sir,” rejoined Oliver.

“I’m Mister Noah Claypole,” said the charity-boy, “and you’re under me. Take down the shutters, yer idle young ruffian!” With this, Mr. Claypole administered a kick to Oliver, and entered the shop with a dignified air, which did him great credit. It is difficult for a large-headed, small-eyed youth, of lumbering make and heavy countenance, to look dignified under any circumstances; but it is more especially so, when superadded to these personal attractions are a red nose and yellow smalls.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Perdão, senhor”, disse Oliver por fim, vendo que nenhum outro visitante aparecia; “foi o senhor que bateu?”

“Eu chutei”, respondeu o menino de caridade.

“O senhor queria um caixão?”, perguntou Oliver inocentemente.

Diante disso, o menino de caridade assumiu um aspecto monstruosamente feroz e disse que Oliver precisaria de um em pouco tempo se fizesse piadas com seus superiores daquela maneira.

“Acho que ocê não sabe quem eu sou, menino do asilo?”, continuou o menino de caridade, descendo nesse meio-tempo do alto do poste com edificante gravidade.

“Não, senhor”, replicou Oliver.

“Eu sou o Senhor Noah Claypole”, disse o menino de caridade, “e ocê tá abaixo de mim. Tire as veneziana, seu vagabundo preguiçoso!” Com isso, o Sr. Claypole deu um pontapé em Oliver e entrou na loja com um ar digno que muito o honrava. É difícil para um jovem de cabeça grande, olhos pequenos, corpo desajeitado e semblante pesado parecer digno em qualquer circunstância; mas é especialmente difícil quando a esses atrativos pessoais se acrescentam um nariz vermelho e calções amarelos.

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Oliver retirou as venezianas. Enquanto se esforçava para carregar a primeira, muito pesada, até o pequeno quintal lateral onde eram guardadas durante o dia, quebrou uma janela. Noah gentilmente lhe disse que seria castigado e só então o ajudou. O Sr. Sowerberry desceu pouco depois, seguido pela Sra. Sowerberry. Depois que Oliver recebeu o castigo previsto por Noah, seguiu-o escada abaixo para o café da manhã.

- Venha para perto do fogo, Noah - disse Charlotte. - Guardei para você um belo pedaço de bacon do café da manhã do patrão. Oliver, feche a porta atrás do Sr. Noah e pegue os restos que deixei sobre a caixa de pão. Aí está seu chá. Leve-o até aquela caixa, beba lá e se apresse. Vão precisar que você cuide da loja. Está ouvindo?

- Está ouvindo, Asilo? - disse Noah Claypole.

- Meu Deus, Noah! - disse Charlotte. - Como você é estranho! Por que não deixa o menino em paz?

Original English Version

Oliver, having taken down the shutters, and broken a pane of glass in his effort to stagger away beneath the weight of the first one to a small court at the side of the house in which they were kept during the day, was graciously assisted by Noah: who having consoled him with the assurance that “he’d catch it,” condescended to help him. Mr. Sowerberry came down soon after. Shortly afterwards, Mrs. Sowerberry appeared. Oliver having “caught it,” in fulfilment of Noah’s prediction, followed that young gentleman down the stairs to breakfast.

“Come near the fire, Noah,” said Charlotte. “I saved a nice little bit of bacon for you from master’s breakfast. Oliver, shut that door at Mister Noah’s back, and take them bits that I’ve put out on the cover of the bread-pan. There’s your tea; take it away to that box, and drink it there, and make haste, for they’ll want you to mind the shop. D’ye hear?”

“D’ye hear, Work’us?” said Noah Claypole.

“Lor, Noah!” said Charlotte, “what a rum creature you are! Why don’t you let the boy alone?”

Tradução Integral em Português

Oliver retirou as venezianas e, ao cambalear sob o peso da primeira em direção ao pequeno pátio ao lado da casa onde eram guardadas durante o dia, quebrou uma vidraça; foi então graciosamente auxiliado por Noah, que, depois de consolá-lo com a garantia de que “levaria uma surra”, condescendeu em ajudá-lo. O Sr. Sowerberry desceu pouco depois. Em seguida apareceu a Sra. Sowerberry. Depois que Oliver “levou a surra”, em cumprimento da previsão de Noah, seguiu o jovem cavalheiro pela escada abaixo para o desjejum.

“Chegue perto do fogo, Noah”, disse Charlotte. “Guardei para você um belo pedacinho de bacon do desjejum do patrão. Oliver, feche essa porta atrás do Senhor Noah e pegue os pedaços que deixei em cima da tampa da lata de pão. Aí está seu chá; leve-o até aquela caixa, beba-o ali e depressa, pois vão querer que você cuide da loja. Ouviu?”

“Ouviu, menino do asilo?”, disse Noah Claypole.

“Nossa, Noah!”, disse Charlotte, “como você é esquisito! Por que não deixa o menino em paz?”

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- Deixá-lo em paz! - disse Noah. - Todos já o deixam em paz. Nem o pai nem a mãe dele jamais vão interferir. Todos os parentes deixam que faça o que quiser. Não é, Charlotte? Ha, ha, ha!

- Ah, seu garoto estranho! - disse Charlotte, rindo alto. Noah riu com ela. Então os dois olharam com desprezo para o pobre Oliver Twist, que estava sentado numa caixa, tremendo no canto mais frio e comendo os restos velhos guardados especialmente para ele.

Original English Version

“Let him alone!” said Noah. “Why everybody lets him alone enough, for the matter of that. Neither his father nor his mother will ever interfere with him. All his relations let him have his own way pretty well. Eh, Charlotte? He! he! he!”

“Oh, you queer soul!” said Charlotte, bursting into a hearty laugh, in which she was joined by Noah; after which they both looked scornfully at poor Oliver Twist, as he sat shivering on the box in the coldest corner of the room, and ate the stale pieces which had been specially reserved for him.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Deixá-lo em paz!”, disse Noah. “Ora, por falar nisso, todo mundo o deixa em paz até demais. Nem o pai nem a mãe jamais vão se meter na vida dele. Todos os parentes deixam que faça o que bem entender. Não é, Charlotte? He! He! He!”

“Oh, seu sujeito estranho!”, disse Charlotte, caindo numa risada franca, à qual Noah se juntou; depois os dois olharam com desprezo para o pobre Oliver Twist, que, sentado e tremendo sobre a caixa no canto mais frio do cômodo, comia os pedaços amanhecidos reservados especialmente para ele.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Noah era um menino de uma instituição de caridade, mas não era órfão de asilo. Conhecia os pais, que moravam perto. Sua mãe lavava roupas, e seu pai era um ex-soldado bêbado, com uma perna de madeira e uma minúscula pensão diária. Havia muito tempo, os aprendizes das lojas locais insultavam Noah nas ruas, chamando-o de nomes como “menino de couro” e “menino da caridade”. Noah aceitara esses insultos sem responder. Mas agora o destino colocara abaixo dele um órfão sem nome, alguém que até os mais pobres podiam insultar, e por isso Noah passou todos os insultos para Oliver com crueldade ainda maior. Isso nos dá algo agradável em que pensar: mostra como a natureza humana pode se tornar maravilhosa e como as mesmas belas qualidades aparecem igualmente no maior dos nobres e no mais sujo menino da caridade.

Oliver morava na casa do agente funerário havia cerca de três semanas ou um mês. Certa noite, depois que a loja fechou, o Sr. e a Sra. Sowerberry jantavam na pequena sala dos fundos. Depois de olhar nervosamente para a esposa várias vezes, o Sr. Sowerberry disse:

Original English Version

Noah was a charity-boy, but not a workhouse orphan. No chance-child was he, for he could trace his genealogy all the way back to his parents, who lived hard by; his mother being a washerwoman, and his father a drunken soldier, discharged with a wooden leg, and a diurnal pension of twopence-halfpenny and an unstateable fraction. The shop-boys in the neighbourhood had long been in the habit of branding Noah in the public streets, with the ignominious epithets of “leathers,” “charity,” and the like; and Noah had borne them without reply. But, now that fortune had cast in his way a nameless orphan, at whom even the meanest could point the finger of scorn, he retorted on him with interest. This affords charming food for contemplation. It shows us what a beautiful thing human nature may be made to be; and how impartially the same amiable qualities are developed in the finest lord and the dirtiest charity-boy.

Oliver had been sojourning at the undertaker’s some three weeks or a month. Mr. and Mrs. Sowerberry - the shop being shut up - were taking their supper in the little back-parlour, when Mr. Sowerberry, after several deferential glances at his wife, said,

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Noah era um menino de caridade, mas não um órfão do asilo. Não era um filho do acaso, pois podia traçar sua genealogia até os próprios pais, que moravam ali perto: sua mãe era lavadeira; e seu pai, um soldado bêbado, reformado com uma perna de pau e uma pensão diária de dois pence e meio mais uma fração impossível de expressar. Havia muito os aprendizes das lojas vizinhas costumavam marcar Noah em plena rua com os epítetos ignominiosos de “couro”, “caridade” e outros semelhantes; e Noah os suportava sem resposta. Mas agora que a fortuna pusera em seu caminho um órfão sem nome, para quem até o mais insignificante podia apontar o dedo do desprezo, retribuía-lhe os insultos com juros. Isso oferece um tema encantador à reflexão. Mostra-nos que coisa bela pode fazer-se da natureza humana e com quanta imparcialidade as mesmas qualidades amáveis se desenvolvem no mais refinado dos lordes e no mais imundo dos meninos de caridade.

Oliver estava na casa do agente funerário havia umas três semanas ou um mês. Com a loja fechada, o Sr. e a Sra. Sowerberry ceavam na saleta dos fundos quando o Sr. Sowerberry, depois de vários olhares respeitosos para a esposa, disse:

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- Minha querida... - Ele ia dizer mais, mas a Sra. Sowerberry ergueu os olhos com uma expressão tão hostil que ele parou.

- E então? - perguntou a Sra. Sowerberry com aspereza.

- Nada, minha querida, nada - disse o Sr. Sowerberry.

- Ah, seu bruto! - disse a Sra. Sowerberry.

- De modo algum, minha querida - disse o Sr. Sowerberry humildemente. - Pensei que você não quisesse ouvir. Eu só ia dizer...

- Ah, não me conte o que ia dizer - interrompeu a Sra. Sowerberry. - Eu não sou ninguém. Por favor, não peça minha opinião. Não quero me meter em seus segredos. - Então a Sra. Sowerberry deu uma risada descontrolada que anunciava problemas.

- Mas, minha querida - disse Sowerberry - , quero pedir seu conselho.

- Não, não me pergunte - respondeu a Sra. Sowerberry com tristeza. - Pergunte a outra pessoa. - Ela riu descontroladamente outra vez, o que assustou muito o Sr. Sowerberry. Essa é uma maneira comum e respeitada de tratar um marido, e muitas vezes é muito eficaz. Rapidamente fez o Sr. Sowerberry implorar uma permissão especial para contar exatamente aquilo que ela mais queria ouvir. Depois de algum tempo, ela bondosamente lhe deu permissão.

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“My dear - ” He was going to say more; but, Mrs. Sowerberry looking up, with a peculiarly unpropitious aspect, he stopped short.

“Well,” said Mrs. Sowerberry, sharply.

“Nothing, my dear, nothing,” said Mr. Sowerberry.

“Ugh, you brute!” said Mrs. Sowerberry.

“Not at all, my dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry humbly. “I thought you didn’t want to hear, my dear. I was only going to say - ”

“Oh, don’t tell me what you were going to say,” interposed Mrs. Sowerberry. “I am nobody; don’t consult me, pray. _I_ don’t want to intrude upon your secrets.” As Mrs. Sowerberry said this, she gave an hysterical laugh, which threatened violent consequences.

“But, my dear,” said Sowerberry, “I want to ask your advice.”

“No, no, don’t ask mine,” replied Mrs. Sowerberry, in an affecting manner: “ask somebody else’s.” Here, there was another hysterical laugh, which frightened Mr. Sowerberry very much. This is a very common and much-approved matrimonial course of treatment, which is often very effective. It at once reduced Mr. Sowerberry to begging, as a special favour, to be allowed to say what Mrs. Sowerberry was most curious to hear. After a short duration, the permission was most graciously conceded.

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“Minha querida...” Ia dizer mais, mas, quando a Sra. Sowerberry ergueu os olhos com aparência especialmente desfavorável, parou de repente.

“Pois não?”, disse a Sra. Sowerberry, ríspida.

“Nada, minha querida, nada”, disse o Sr. Sowerberry.

“Argh, seu bruto!”, disse a Sra. Sowerberry.

“De modo algum, minha querida”, disse humildemente o Sr. Sowerberry. “Pensei que não quisesse ouvir, minha querida. Eu só ia dizer...”

“Oh, não me diga o que ia dizer”, interrompeu a Sra. Sowerberry. “Não sou ninguém; não me consulte, por favor. _Eu_ não quero intrometer-me em seus segredos.” Ao dizer isso, a Sra. Sowerberry deu uma risada histérica que ameaçava consequências violentas.

“Mas, minha querida”, disse Sowerberry, “quero pedir seu conselho.”

“Não, não, não peça o meu”, respondeu a Sra. Sowerberry de maneira comovente; “peça o de outra pessoa.” Aqui houve outra risada histérica, que assustou muito o Sr. Sowerberry. Esse é um método conjugal muito comum e bastante aprovado, muitas vezes muito eficaz. Reduziu imediatamente o Sr. Sowerberry a implorar, como favor especial, que lhe permitissem dizer aquilo que a Sra. Sowerberry tinha a maior curiosidade de ouvir. Depois de breve demora, a permissão foi graciosamente concedida.

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- É apenas sobre o jovem Twist, minha querida - disse o Sr. Sowerberry. - Ele é um menino muito bonito.

- Precisa mesmo ser, porque come bastante - observou a mulher.

- O rosto dele tem uma expressão triste muito interessante - continuou o Sr. Sowerberry. - Ele seria um excelente figurante de luto nos funerais, meu amor.

A Sra. Sowerberry levantou os olhos com grande surpresa. O Sr. Sowerberry percebeu isso e continuou antes que ela tivesse tempo de falar.

- Não quero dizer um figurante comum para funerais de adultos, minha querida, mas apenas para funerais de crianças. Seria uma novidade ter alguém de luto do tamanho certo. Pode ter certeza de que causaria um excelente efeito.

A Sra. Sowerberry entendia do ramo funerário e ficou impressionada com a nova ideia. No entanto, admitir isso prejudicaria sua dignidade, por isso perguntou com aspereza por que o marido não tivera uma ideia tão óbvia antes. O Sr. Sowerberry compreendeu corretamente que ela concordava. Decidiram depressa que Oliver deveria aprender imediatamente os segredos do negócio e acompanhar o patrão na próxima vez em que seus serviços fossem necessários.

Original English Version

“It’s only about young Twist, my dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry. “A very good-looking boy, that, my dear.”

“He need be, for he eats enough,” observed the lady.

“There’s an expression of melancholy in his face, my dear,” resumed Mr. Sowerberry, “which is very interesting. He would make a delightful mute, my love.”

Mrs. Sowerberry looked up with an expression of considerable wonderment. Mr. Sowerberry remarked it and, without allowing time for any observation on the good lady’s part, proceeded.

“I don’t mean a regular mute to attend grown-up people, my dear, but only for children’s practice. It would be very new to have a mute in proportion, my dear. You may depend upon it, it would have a superb effect.”

Mrs. Sowerberry, who had a good deal of taste in the undertaking way, was much struck by the novelty of this idea; but, as it would have been compromising her dignity to have said so, under existing circumstances, she merely inquired, with much sharpness, why such an obvious suggestion had not presented itself to her husband’s mind before? Mr. Sowerberry rightly construed this, as an acquiescence in his proposition; it was speedily determined, therefore, that Oliver should be at once initiated into the mysteries of the trade; and, with this view, that he should accompany his master on the very next occasion of his services being required.

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“É apenas sobre o jovem Twist, minha querida”, disse o Sr. Sowerberry. “É um menino muito bonito, minha querida.”

“É melhor que seja, porque come bastante”, observou a senhora.

“Há uma expressão melancólica em seu rosto, minha querida”, retomou o Sr. Sowerberry, “que é muito interessante. Ele daria um encantador acompanhante mudo, meu amor.”

A Sra. Sowerberry ergueu os olhos com uma expressão de grande espanto. O Sr. Sowerberry percebeu-a e, sem lhe dar tempo para observação alguma, prosseguiu.

“Não quero dizer um acompanhante mudo regular para funerais de adultos, minha querida, apenas para os infantis. Seria uma grande novidade ter um acompanhante de tamanho proporcional, minha querida. Pode ter certeza de que produziria um efeito magnífico.”

A Sra. Sowerberry, que tinha muito bom gosto em matéria funerária, ficou bastante impressionada com a novidade da ideia; mas, como nas circunstâncias presentes admitir isso comprometeria sua dignidade, limitou-se a perguntar com muita rispidez por que sugestão tão óbvia não ocorrera antes ao marido. O Sr. Sowerberry interpretou corretamente a pergunta como concordância com sua proposta; portanto, logo se decidiu que Oliver seria iniciado de imediato nos mistérios do ofício e, para esse fim, acompanharia o patrão já na ocasião seguinte em que seus serviços fossem solicitados.

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A oportunidade logo apareceu. Meia hora depois do café da manhã do dia seguinte, o Sr. Bumble entrou na loja. Encostou a bengala no balcão e tirou sua grande carteira de couro. Dela, escolheu um pequeno pedaço de papel e o entregou a Sowerberry.

- Ahá! - disse o agente funerário, lendo-o com expressão alegre. - Uma encomenda de caixão?

- Primeiro um caixão, depois um funeral da paróquia - respondeu o Sr. Bumble. Ele fechou a tira da carteira de couro, que era tão gorda quanto ele.

- Bayton - disse o agente funerário, olhando do papel para o Sr. Bumble. - Nunca ouvi esse nome antes.

Bumble balançou a cabeça. - Gente teimosa, Sr. Sowerberry, muito teimosa. E também orgulhosa, receio, senhor.

- Orgulhosa? - exclamou o Sr. Sowerberry com um sorriso frio. - Isso já é demais.

- Ah, é revoltante - respondeu o bedel. - É contra a natureza, Sr. Sowerberry!

- Realmente é - concordou o agente funerário.

Original English Version

The occasion was not long in coming. Half an hour after breakfast next morning, Mr. Bumble entered the shop; and supporting his cane against the counter, drew forth his large leathern pocket-book: from which he selected a small scrap of paper, which he handed over to Sowerberry.

“Aha!” said the undertaker, glancing over it with a lively countenance; “an order for a coffin, eh?”

“For a coffin first, and a porochial funeral afterwards,” replied Mr. Bumble, fastening the strap of the leathern pocket-book: which, like himself, was very corpulent.

“Bayton,” said the undertaker, looking from the scrap of paper to Mr. Bumble. “I never heard the name before.”

Bumble shook his head, as he replied, “Obstinate people, Mr. Sowerberry; very obstinate. Proud, too, I’m afraid, sir.”

“Proud, eh?” exclaimed Mr. Sowerberry with a sneer. “Come, that’s too much.”

“Oh, it’s sickening,” replied the beadle. “Antimonial, Mr. Sowerberry!”

“So it is,” acquiesced the undertaker.

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A ocasião não demorou a chegar. Meia hora depois do desjejum da manhã seguinte, o Sr. Bumble entrou na loja; apoiando a bengala no balcão, tirou a grande carteira de couro e dela retirou um pequeno pedaço de papel, que entregou a Sowerberry.

“Ahá!”, disse o agente funerário, percorrendo-o com semblante animado; “uma encomenda de caixão, não é?”

“Primeiro, de um caixão; depois, de um funeral poroquial”, respondeu o Sr. Bumble, apertando a correia da carteira de couro, que, como ele próprio, era muito corpulenta.

“Bayton”, disse o agente funerário, olhando do pedaço de papel para o Sr. Bumble. “Nunca ouvi esse nome.”

Bumble balançou a cabeça ao responder: “Gente obstinada, Sr. Sowerberry; muito obstinada. Orgulhosa também, receio, senhor.”

“Orgulhosa, é?”, exclamou o Sr. Sowerberry com um sorriso de escárnio. “Ora, isso já é demais.”

“Oh, é de dar náuseas”, respondeu o bedel. “Antimonial, Sr. Sowerberry!”

“É mesmo”, concordou o agente funerário.

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- Só soubemos da família anteontem à noite - disse o bedel. - Nem teríamos sabido naquela ocasião se uma mulher da mesma casa não tivesse pedido ao comitê da paróquia que mandasse o médico visitar uma mulher muito doente. O médico tinha saído para jantar, mas seu aprendiz, que é um garoto muito inteligente, enviou imediatamente um remédio numa velha garrafa usada para graxa de sapatos.

- Ah, isso foi rápido - disse o agente funerário.

- Rápido, sem dúvida! - respondeu o bedel. - Mas o que aconteceu? Como se comportaram aqueles rebeldes ingratos? O marido mandou dizer que o remédio não era adequado para a doença da esposa, por isso ela não o tomaria. Disse que ela não o tomaria, senhor! Era um remédio bom, forte e saudável. Apenas uma semana antes, fora administrado com grande sucesso a dois trabalhadores irlandeses e a um carregador de carvão. Não lhes custou nada e veio numa garrafa de graxa de sapatos. Mesmo assim, ele mandou dizer que ela não o tomaria, senhor!

Original English Version

“We only heard of the family the night before last,” said the beadle; “and we shouldn’t have known anything about them, then, only a woman who lodges in the same house made an application to the porochial committee for them to send the porochial surgeon to see a woman as was very bad. He had gone out to dinner; but his ’prentice (which is a very clever lad) sent ’em some medicine in a blacking-bottle, offhand.”

“Ah, there’s promptness,” said the undertaker.

“Promptness, indeed!” replied the beadle. “But what’s the consequence; what’s the ungrateful behaviour of these rebels, sir? Why, the husband sends back word that the medicine won’t suit his wife’s complaint, and so she shan’t take it - says she shan’t take it, sir! Good, strong, wholesome medicine, as was given with great success to two Irish labourers and a coal-heaver, only a week before - sent ’em for nothing, with a blackin’-bottle in, - and he sends back word that she shan’t take it, sir!”

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“Só soubemos da família anteontem à noite”, disse o bedel; “e nem então teríamos sabido nada, se uma mulher hospedada na mesma casa não tivesse pedido ao comitê poroquial que mandasse o cirurgião poroquial ver uma mulher que estava muito mal. Ele tinha saído para jantar; mas seu aprendiz, que é um rapaz muito inteligente, mandou-lhes de imediato um remédio numa garrafa de graxa de sapato.”

“Ah, isso é prontidão”, disse o agente funerário.

“Prontidão, sem dúvida!”, respondeu o bedel. “Mas qual foi o resultado; qual foi o comportamento ingrato desses rebeldes, senhor? Ora, o marido manda dizer que o remédio não serve para a doença da esposa e que, portanto, ela não vai tomá-lo - diz que ela não vai tomá-lo, senhor! Um remédio bom, forte e saudável, administrado com grande êxito a dois trabalhadores irlandeses e um carregador de carvão apenas uma semana antes - mandado de graça, dentro de uma garrafa de graxa - , e ele manda dizer que ela não vai tomá-lo, senhor!”

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Enquanto o Sr. Bumble pensava em todo o horror daquele ato, bateu com força a bengala no balcão e ficou vermelho de raiva.

- Bem - disse o agente funerário - , eu nun - ca - ouvi...

- Nunca, senhor! - gritou o bedel. - Não, ninguém jamais ouviu. Mas agora ela está morta e precisamos enterrá-la. Esse é o endereço, e quanto mais cedo isso for feito, melhor.

Depois de dizer isso, o Sr. Bumble estava tão agitado pelos assuntos da paróquia que colocou o chapéu de duas pontas ao contrário e saiu apressado da loja.

“Ele estava tão zangado, Oliver, que até esqueceu de perguntar por você!”, disse o Sr. Sowerberry, vendo o bedel se afastar.

“Sim, senhor”, respondeu Oliver. Ele se escondera durante o encontro e ainda tremia ao lembrar da voz do Sr. Bumble. Mas Bumble também evitava Oliver. Temia que o agente funerário devolvesse o menino antes que o contrato de sete anos se tornasse legal e permanente.

Original English Version

As the atrocity presented itself to Mr. Bumble’s mind in full force, he struck the counter sharply with his cane, and became flushed with indignation.

“Well,” said the undertaker, “I ne - ver - did - ”

“Never did, sir!” ejaculated the beadle. “No, nor nobody never did; but now she’s dead, we’ve got to bury her; and that’s the direction; and the sooner it’s done, the better.”

Thus saying, Mr. Bumble put on his cocked hat wrong side first, in a fever of parochial excitement; and flounced out of the shop.

“Why, he was so angry, Oliver, that he forgot even to ask after you!” said Mr. Sowerberry, looking after the beadle as he strode down the street.

“Yes, sir,” replied Oliver, who had carefully kept himself out of sight, during the interview; and who was shaking from head to foot at the mere recollection of the sound of Mr. Bumble’s voice. He needn’t have taken the trouble to shrink from Mr. Bumble’s glance, however; for that functionary, on whom the prediction of the gentleman in the white waistcoat had made a very strong impression, thought that now the undertaker had got Oliver upon trial the subject was better avoided, until such time as he should be firmly bound for seven years, and all danger of his being returned upon the hands of the parish should be thus effectually and legally overcome.

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Quando a atrocidade se apresentou com toda a força à mente do Sr. Bumble, ele bateu com violência no balcão usando a bengala e ficou rubro de indignação.

“Ora”, disse o agente funerário, “eu nun-ca-vi...”

“Nunca viu, senhor!”, exclamou o bedel. “Não, nem ninguém jamais viu; mas agora ela está morta, temos de enterrá-la; e aí está o endereço; quanto mais depressa for feito, melhor.”

Dizendo isso, o Sr. Bumble, tomado por uma febre de excitação paroquial, pôs o chapéu de duas pontas com a parte de trás para a frente e saiu impetuosamente da loja.

“Ora, ele estava tão zangado, Oliver, que até se esqueceu de perguntar por você!”, disse o Sr. Sowerberry, olhando o bedel afastar-se a passos largos pela rua.

“Sim, senhor”, respondeu Oliver, que durante a entrevista se mantivera cuidadosamente fora de vista e tremia da cabeça aos pés à simples lembrança do som da voz do Sr. Bumble. Entretanto, não precisava ter se dado ao trabalho de esquivar-se ao olhar do Sr. Bumble; pois aquele funcionário, sobre quem a previsão do cavalheiro de colete branco causara forte impressão, achava que, agora que o agente funerário estava com Oliver à experiência, era melhor evitar o assunto até que o menino ficasse firmemente preso por sete anos e todo o perigo de sua devolução à paróquia fosse, dessa forma, eficaz e legalmente eliminado.

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O Sr. Sowerberry colocou o chapéu e disse que o trabalho devia ser feito depressa. Mandou Noah cuidar da loja e ordenou que Oliver pusesse o boné e o seguisse. Oliver obedeceu e acompanhou o patrão na visita profissional.

Eles atravessaram a parte mais movimentada da cidade e entraram numa rua ainda mais suja e pobre. As casas altas eram velhas e abandonadas, e somente os mais pobres moravam ali. As lojas estavam fechadas e apodrecendo, e alguns prédios fracos precisavam de enormes vigas de madeira para não cair. Pessoas sem teto entravam por portas e janelas quebradas. A sarjeta estava parada e imunda, e até os ratos mortos pareciam famintos.

A porta aberta não tinha campainha nem aldrava. O agente funerário avançou com cuidado pelo corredor escuro, dizendo a Oliver que ficasse perto e não tivesse medo. No primeiro patamar, encontrou uma porta e bateu com a mão.

Uma menina de treze ou catorze anos abriu a porta. O agente funerário olhou para dentro e soube que era o quarto certo. Entrou, e Oliver o seguiu.

Original English Version

“Well,” said Mr. Sowerberry, taking up his hat, “the sooner this job is done, the better. Noah, look after the shop. Oliver, put on your cap, and come with me.” Oliver obeyed, and followed his master on his professional mission.

They walked on, for some time, through the most crowded and densely inhabited part of the town; and then, striking down a narrow street more dirty and miserable than any they had yet passed through, paused to look for the house which was the object of their search. The houses on either side were high and large, but very old, and tenanted by people of the poorest class: as their neglected appearance would have sufficiently denoted, without the concurrent testimony afforded by the squalid looks of the few men and women who, with folded arms and bodies half doubled, occasionally skulked along. A great many of the tenements had shop-fronts; but these were fast closed, and mouldering away; only the upper rooms being inhabited. Some houses which had become insecure from age and decay, were prevented from falling into the street, by huge beams of wood reared against the walls, and firmly planted in the road; but even these crazy dens seemed to have been selected as the nightly haunts of some houseless wretches, for many of the rough boards which supplied the place of door and window, were wrenched from their positions, to afford an aperture wide enough for the passage of a human body. The kennel was stagnant and filthy. The very rats, which here and there lay putrefying in its rottenness, were hideous with famine.

There was neither knocker nor bell-handle at the open door where Oliver and his master stopped; so, groping his way cautiously through the dark passage, and bidding Oliver keep close to him and not be afraid, the undertaker mounted to the top of the first flight of stairs. Stumbling against a door on the landing, he rapped at it with his knuckles.

It was opened by a young girl of thirteen or fourteen. The undertaker at once saw enough of what the room contained, to know it was the apartment to which he had been directed. He stepped in; Oliver followed him.

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“Bem”, disse o Sr. Sowerberry, apanhando o chapéu, “quanto mais cedo esse serviço for feito, melhor. Noah, cuide da loja. Oliver, ponha o boné e venha comigo.” Oliver obedeceu e seguiu o patrão em sua missão profissional.

Caminharam por algum tempo pela parte mais movimentada e densamente habitada da cidade; depois, entrando numa rua estreita, mais suja e miserável que todas as anteriores, pararam para procurar a casa que era o objetivo da busca. As casas dos dois lados eram altas e grandes, porém muito velhas e ocupadas por gente da classe mais pobre, como sua aparência negligenciada teria revelado suficientemente, mesmo sem o testemunho simultâneo do aspecto esquálido dos poucos homens e mulheres que, de braços cruzados e corpos meio curvados, às vezes se esgueiravam por ali. Muitas construções tinham fachadas de lojas; mas estavam bem fechadas e apodreciam, sendo habitados apenas os cômodos superiores. Enormes vigas de madeira apoiadas nas paredes e firmemente fincadas na rua impediam que algumas casas, tornadas inseguras pela idade e pela deterioração, desabassem; mas até esses covis arruinados pareciam ter sido escolhidos como abrigos noturnos de alguns miseráveis sem teto, pois muitas tábuas ásperas que substituíam portas e janelas tinham sido arrancadas de seu lugar para abrir uma passagem larga o bastante para um corpo humano. A sarjeta estava parada e imunda. Os próprios ratos que aqui e ali apodreciam naquela podridão pareciam horrendos de fome.

Não havia aldrava nem puxador de campainha na porta aberta diante da qual Oliver e o patrão pararam; assim, tateando com cautela pelo corredor escuro e mandando Oliver ficar perto dele e não sentir medo, o agente funerário subiu até o topo do primeiro lance de escadas. Ao tropeçar numa porta do patamar, bateu nela com os nós dos dedos.

Uma menina de treze ou catorze anos abriu a porta. O agente funerário viu de imediato o bastante do conteúdo do cômodo para saber que aquele era o aposento ao qual fora encaminhado. Entrou; Oliver o seguiu.

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Não havia fogo. Um homem se curvava sobre o fogão vazio, e uma velha estava sentada junto à lareira fria. Crianças esfarrapadas ficavam num canto. Em frente à porta, algo jazia no chão sob um cobertor velho. Oliver tremeu e se aproximou do patrão porque sabia que era um cadáver.

O homem era magro e pálido, com cabelo e barba grisalhos e olhos vermelhos. O rosto da velha era enrugado, seus dois últimos dentes se projetavam, e os olhos eram vivos e penetrantes. Oliver temia os dois. Eles o faziam lembrar dos ratos lá fora.

Quando o agente funerário se aproximou do corpo, o homem se levantou com fúria. “Ninguém vai chegar perto dela! Fique para trás se quiser viver!”

O agente funerário conhecia todo tipo de sofrimento. “Que bobagem, meu bom homem”, disse ele.

O homem fechou os punhos e bateu os pés com raiva. “Não vou deixar que a coloquem na terra. Ela não conseguiria descansar ali. Os vermes a incomodariam, mas não poderiam comê-la porque está magra demais.”

Original English Version

There was no fire in the room; but a man was crouching, mechanically, over the empty stove. An old woman, too, had drawn a low stool to the cold hearth, and was sitting beside him. There were some ragged children in another corner; and in a small recess, opposite the door, there lay upon the ground, something covered with an old blanket. Oliver shuddered as he cast his eyes toward the place, and crept involuntarily closer to his master; for though it was covered up, the boy felt that it was a corpse.

The man’s face was thin and very pale; his hair and beard were grizzly; his eyes were bloodshot. The old woman’s face was wrinkled; her two remaining teeth protruded over her under lip; and her eyes were bright and piercing. Oliver was afraid to look at either her or the man. They seemed so like the rats he had seen outside.

“Nobody shall go near her,” said the man, starting fiercely up, as the undertaker approached the recess. “Keep back! Damn you, keep back, if you’ve a life to lose!”

“Nonsense, my good man,” said the undertaker, who was pretty well used to misery in all its shapes. “Nonsense!”

“I tell you,” said the man: clenching his hands, and stamping furiously on the floor, - “I tell you I won’t have her put into the ground. She couldn’t rest there. The worms would worry her - not eat her - she is so worn away.”

Tradução Integral em Português

Não havia fogo no cômodo; mas um homem estava agachado, maquinalmente, diante do fogão vazio. Uma velha também puxara um banco baixo para junto da lareira fria e sentava-se ao lado dele. Algumas crianças esfarrapadas estavam noutro canto; e, num pequeno nicho diante da porta, jazia no chão alguma coisa coberta por um velho cobertor. Oliver estremeceu ao olhar naquela direção e, involuntariamente, achegou-se mais ao patrão; pois, embora estivesse coberto, o menino sentiu que era um cadáver.

O rosto do homem era magro e muito pálido; seus cabelos e sua barba, grisalhos; os olhos, injetados de sangue. O rosto da velha era enrugado; os dois dentes que lhe restavam projetavam-se sobre o lábio inferior; e os olhos eram brilhantes e penetrantes. Oliver tinha medo de olhar para ela ou para o homem. Pareciam-se muito com os ratos que vira lá fora.

“Ninguém vai chegar perto dela”, disse o homem, levantando-se com ferocidade quando o agente funerário se aproximou do nicho. “Fique para trás! Maldito, fique para trás se não quer perder a vida!”

“Que absurdo, meu bom homem”, disse o agente funerário, bastante acostumado à miséria sob todas as formas. “Que absurdo!”

“Estou lhe dizendo”, disse o homem, cerrando os punhos e batendo furiosamente os pés no chão, “estou dizendo que não permitirei que a ponham debaixo da terra. Ela não poderia descansar ali. Os vermes a atormentariam - não a comeriam - , está tão consumida.”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

O agente funerário não respondeu. Tirou uma fita métrica do bolso e se ajoelhou por um instante ao lado do corpo.

O homem começou a chorar e caiu de joelhos ao lado da mulher morta. Mandou todos se ajoelharem e disse que ela morrera de fome. Não compreendera como estava doente até a febre fazer os ossos aparecerem sob a pele. Sem fogo nem vela, ela morreu no escuro, incapaz de ver o rosto dos filhos. Ele pedira esmolas por ela nas ruas, mas o mandaram para a prisão. Quando voltou, ela estava morrendo. Gritando que a haviam matado de fome, puxou os cabelos e caiu no chão numa crise.

As crianças assustadas choraram. A velha, que parecera surda a tudo, ameaçou-as até que se calassem. Depois afrouxou o lenço do homem caído e caminhou cambaleando até o agente funerário.

Apontando para o corpo, a velha disse que era sua filha. Com um sorriso terrível, perguntou como ela, que dera à luz aquela mulher, ainda podia estar viva e alegre enquanto a filha jazia fria e rígida. Riu e disse que aquilo era tão bom quanto uma peça de teatro.

Original English Version

The undertaker offered no reply to this raving; but producing a tape from his pocket, knelt down for a moment by the side of the body.

“Ah!” said the man: bursting into tears, and sinking on his knees at the feet of the dead woman; “kneel down, kneel down - kneel round her, every one of you, and mark my words! I say she was starved to death. I never knew how bad she was, till the fever came upon her; and then her bones were starting through the skin. There was neither fire nor candle; she died in the dark - in the dark! She couldn’t even see her children’s faces, though we heard her gasping out their names. I begged for her in the streets: and they sent me to prison. When I came back, she was dying; and all the blood in my heart has dried up, for they starved her to death. I swear it before the God that saw it! They starved her!” He twined his hands in his hair; and, with a loud scream, rolled grovelling upon the floor: his eyes fixed, and the foam covering his lips.

The terrified children cried bitterly; but the old woman, who had hitherto remained as quiet as if she had been wholly deaf to all that passed, menaced them into silence. Having unloosened the cravat of the man who still remained extended on the ground, she tottered towards the undertaker.

“She was my daughter,” said the old woman, nodding her head in the direction of the corpse; and speaking with an idiotic leer, more ghastly than even the presence of death in such a place. “Lord, Lord! Well, it _is_ strange that I who gave birth to her, and was a woman then, should be alive and merry now, and she lying there: so cold and stiff! Lord, Lord! - to think of it; it’s as good as a play - as good as a play!”

Tradução Integral em Português

O agente funerário não respondeu ao delírio; tirou do bolso uma fita métrica e ajoelhou-se por um instante ao lado do corpo.

“Ah!”, disse o homem, irrompendo em lágrimas e caindo de joelhos aos pés da morta; “ajoelhem-se, ajoelhem-se - ajoelhem-se todos ao redor dela e guardem minhas palavras! Eu digo que a mataram de fome. Só percebi quanto estava mal quando a febre chegou; então os ossos já lhe apareciam através da pele. Não havia fogo nem vela; ela morreu no escuro - no escuro! Não conseguia sequer ver o rosto dos filhos, embora a ouvíssemos pronunciar ofegante os nomes deles. Eu mendiguei por ela nas ruas; e mandaram-me para a prisão. Quando voltei, ela estava morrendo; e todo o sangue de meu coração secou, porque a mataram de fome. Juro diante do Deus que viu tudo! Mataram-na de fome!” Enfiou as mãos nos cabelos e, com um grito alto, caiu prostrado no chão, com os olhos fixos e espuma nos lábios.

As crianças apavoradas choraram amargamente; mas a velha, que até então permanecera tão quieta como se fosse inteiramente surda a tudo quanto ocorria, ameaçou-as até que se calassem. Depois de afrouxar a gravata do homem, que continuava estendido no chão, cambaleou na direção do agente funerário.

“Era minha filha”, disse a velha, apontando com a cabeça para o cadáver e falando com um sorriso imbecil, mais medonho ainda que a presença da morte em semelhante lugar. “Senhor, Senhor! Bem, é mesmo estranho que eu, que a dei à luz e então era mulher, esteja viva e alegre agora, enquanto ela jaz ali tão fria e rígida! Senhor, Senhor! - pensar nisso; é tão bom quanto uma peça de teatro - tão bom quanto uma peça!”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Enquanto a pobre velha ria e falava sozinha, o agente funerário se virou para sair.

A velha o deteve e perguntou quando a filha seria enterrada. Disse que preparara o corpo e precisava caminhar no funeral. Como fazia muito frio, queria uma capa grande e quente. Também pediu bolo e vinho, depois reduziu o pedido a um pão e uma xícara de água. Agarrou o casaco dele e perguntou ansiosamente se receberiam pão.

“Sim, claro. O que a senhora quiser”, disse o agente funerário. Livrou-se da mão dela, puxou Oliver consigo e saiu depressa.

No dia seguinte, Oliver e seu patrão voltaram. Enquanto isso, o Sr. Bumble dera à família meio pão e um pouco de queijo. Ele já estava ali com quatro homens do asilo para carregar o caixão. A velha e o homem usavam uma capa preta velha sobre os trapos. O caixão simples foi fechado, erguido sobre os ombros dos homens e levado para a rua.

Original English Version

As the wretched creature mumbled and chuckled in her hideous merriment, the undertaker turned to go away.

“Stop, stop!” said the old woman in a loud whisper. “Will she be buried tomorrow, or next day, or tonight? I laid her out; and I must walk, you know. Send me a large cloak: a good warm one: for it is bitter cold. We should have cake and wine, too, before we go! Never mind; send some bread - only a loaf of bread and a cup of water. Shall we have some bread, dear?” she said eagerly: catching at the undertaker’s coat, as he once more moved towards the door.

“Yes, yes,” said the undertaker, “of course. Anything you like!” He disengaged himself from the old woman’s grasp; and, drawing Oliver after him, hurried away.

The next day, (the family having been meanwhile relieved with a half-quartern loaf and a piece of cheese, left with them by Mr. Bumble himself,) Oliver and his master returned to the miserable abode; where Mr. Bumble had already arrived, accompanied by four men from the workhouse, who were to act as bearers. An old black cloak had been thrown over the rags of the old woman and the man; and the bare coffin having been screwed down, was hoisted on the shoulders of the bearers, and carried into the street.

Tradução Integral em Português

Enquanto a miserável criatura resmungava e ria em sua horrenda alegria, o agente funerário virou-se para partir.

“Espere, espere!”, disse a velha num sussurro alto. “Ela será enterrada amanhã, depois de amanhã ou esta noite? Fui eu que a amortalhei; e tenho de caminhar, sabe. Mande-me uma capa grande: uma boa e quente, pois faz um frio terrível. Também deveríamos ter bolo e vinho antes de partir! Não importa; mande pão - apenas um pão e um copo de água. Vamos receber pão, querido?”, perguntou ansiosamente, agarrando o casaco do agente funerário quando ele tornou a avançar para a porta.

“Sim, sim”, disse o agente funerário, “claro. Tudo quanto quiser!” Desvencilhou-se das mãos da velha e, puxando Oliver atrás de si, saiu às pressas.

No dia seguinte - depois que a família recebera como auxílio meio pão de quatro libras e um pedaço de queijo, deixados pelo próprio Sr. Bumble - , Oliver e seu patrão voltaram à miserável morada, onde o Sr. Bumble já chegara, acompanhado por quatro homens do asilo que serviriam de carregadores. Uma velha capa preta fora lançada sobre os farrapos da velha e do homem; e, depois de aparafusado o caixão sem revestimento, ele foi erguido sobre os ombros dos carregadores e levado para a rua.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Sowerberry sussurrou à velha que ela precisava andar depressa porque estavam atrasados e não deviam deixar o sacerdote esperando. Depois ordenou aos carregadores que avançassem o mais rápido possível.

Os carregadores avançaram depressa sob o peso leve, e os dois enlutados ficaram o mais perto possível. Bumble e Sowerberry caminhavam rapidamente à frente, enquanto Oliver corria ao lado porque suas pernas eram mais curtas.

Eles não precisavam ter corrido. No canto pobre do cemitério, o sacerdote ainda não chegara, e o sacristão achava que ele poderia demorar mais uma hora. Colocaram o caixão junto à cova. Os enlutados esperaram na terra úmida sob a chuva fria, enquanto meninos esfarrapados brincavam entre os túmulos e saltavam sobre o caixão. Sowerberry e Bumble sentaram-se junto ao fogo do sacristão e leram o jornal.

Depois de mais de uma hora, Bumble, Sowerberry e o sacristão correram até a cova. O sacerdote veio atrás, vestindo a batina enquanto caminhava. Bumble bateu em um ou dois meninos para parecer responsável. O sacerdote leu quatro minutos do serviço fúnebre, entregou a batina ao sacristão e foi embora.

Original English Version

“Now, you must put your best leg foremost, old lady!” whispered Sowerberry in the old woman’s ear; “we are rather late; and it won’t do, to keep the clergyman waiting. Move on, my men, - as quick as you like!”

Thus directed, the bearers trotted on under their light burden; and the two mourners kept as near them, as they could. Mr. Bumble and Sowerberry walked at a good smart pace in front; and Oliver, whose legs were not so long as his master’s, ran by the side.

There was not so great a necessity for hurrying as Mr. Sowerberry had anticipated, however; for when they reached the obscure corner of the churchyard in which the nettles grew, and where the parish graves were made, the clergyman had not arrived; and the clerk, who was sitting by the vestry-room fire, seemed to think it by no means improbable that it might be an hour or so, before he came. So, they put the bier on the brink of the grave; and the two mourners waited patiently in the damp clay, with a cold rain drizzling down, while the ragged boys whom the spectacle had attracted into the churchyard played a noisy game at hide-and-seek among the tombstones, or varied their amusements by jumping backwards and forwards over the coffin. Mr. Sowerberry and Bumble, being personal friends of the clerk, sat by the fire with him, and read the paper.

At length, after a lapse of something more than an hour, Mr. Bumble, and Sowerberry, and the clerk, were seen running towards the grave. Immediately afterwards, the clergyman appeared: putting on his surplice as he came along. Mr. Bumble then thrashed a boy or two, to keep up appearances; and the reverend gentleman, having read as much of the burial service as could be compressed into four minutes, gave his surplice to the clerk, and walked away again.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Agora precisa apressar o passo, velha senhora!”, sussurrou Sowerberry ao ouvido da velha; “estamos um pouco atrasados e não convém deixar o clérigo esperando. Em frente, rapazes - depressa como quiserem!”

Assim orientados, os carregadores trotaram sob o leve peso; e os dois enlutados ficaram tão perto deles quanto conseguiram. O Sr. Bumble e Sowerberry avançavam à frente num passo vivo; e Oliver, cujas pernas não eram tão longas quanto as do patrão, corria ao lado.

Não havia, contudo, tanta necessidade de pressa quanto o Sr. Sowerberry previra; pois, quando chegaram ao canto obscuro do cemitério onde cresciam urtigas e se abriam as covas da paróquia, o clérigo ainda não aparecera; e o sacristão, sentado diante do fogo da sacristia, parecia considerar perfeitamente possível que ele demorasse uma hora ou mais para chegar. Assim, puseram o esquife à beira da cova; e os dois enlutados esperaram pacientemente na argila úmida, sob uma garoa fria, enquanto os meninos esfarrapados atraídos pelo espetáculo ao cemitério brincavam ruidosamente de esconde-esconde entre as lápides ou variavam a diversão pulando de um lado para outro sobre o caixão. O Sr. Sowerberry e Bumble, amigos pessoais do sacristão, sentaram-se com ele diante do fogo e leram o jornal.

Por fim, depois de transcorrida pouco mais de uma hora, viram-se o Sr. Bumble, Sowerberry e o sacristão correndo em direção à cova. Logo depois apareceu o clérigo, vestindo a sobrepeliz enquanto caminhava. O Sr. Bumble então surrou um ou dois meninos para manter as aparências; e o reverendo cavalheiro, depois de ler tanto do ofício fúnebre quanto pôde comprimir em quatro minutos, entregou a sobrepeliz ao sacristão e foi embora outra vez.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

“Agora, Bill”, disse Sowerberry ao coveiro. “Encha a cova.”

O trabalho foi fácil porque a cova estava tão cheia que o caixão mais alto ficava apenas alguns palmos abaixo da superfície. O coveiro jogou terra, apertou-a levemente com os pés, pôs a pá no ombro e foi embora. Os meninos o seguiram, reclamando em voz alta que a diversão acabara cedo demais.

Bumble deu um tapinha nas costas do homem e mandou que viesse porque queriam fechar o cemitério.

O homem não se movera desde que chegara à cova. Agora levantou a cabeça, andou alguns passos e desmaiou. A velha estava ocupada demais chorando pela capa que Sowerberry tomara de volta para percebê-lo. Jogaram água fria no homem, conduziram-no para fora quando acordou, trancaram o portão e seguiram caminhos diferentes.

Enquanto caminhavam para casa, Sowerberry perguntou a Oliver o que achara do trabalho.

Original English Version

“Now, Bill!” said Sowerberry to the grave-digger. “Fill up!”

It was no very difficult task, for the grave was so full, that the uppermost coffin was within a few feet of the surface. The grave-digger shovelled in the earth; stamped it loosely down with his feet: shouldered his spade; and walked off, followed by the boys, who murmured very loud complaints at the fun being over so soon.

“Come, my good fellow!” said Bumble, tapping the man on the back. “They want to shut up the yard.”

The man who had never once moved, since he had taken his station by the grave side, started, raised his head, stared at the person who had addressed him, walked forward for a few paces; and fell down in a swoon. The crazy old woman was too much occupied in bewailing the loss of her cloak (which the undertaker had taken off), to pay him any attention; so they threw a can of cold water over him; and when he came to, saw him safely out of the churchyard, locked the gate, and departed on their different ways.

“Well, Oliver,” said Sowerberry, as they walked home, “how do you like it?”

Tradução Integral em Português

“Agora, Bill!”, disse Sowerberry ao coveiro. “Encha!”

Não era tarefa muito difícil, pois a cova estava tão cheia que o caixão mais alto ficava a poucos palmos da superfície. O coveiro jogou a terra para dentro, socou-a frouxamente com os pés, pôs a pá no ombro e foi embora, seguido pelos meninos, que resmungavam queixas muito altas porque a diversão acabara tão depressa.

“Vamos, meu bom homem!”, disse Bumble, batendo nas costas do homem. “Querem fechar o cemitério.”

O homem, que não se movera uma única vez desde que tomara lugar ao lado da cova, sobressaltou-se, ergueu a cabeça, fitou a pessoa que lhe dirigira a palavra, avançou alguns passos e caiu desmaiado. A velha transtornada estava ocupada demais lamentando a perda da capa, que o agente funerário retirara, para lhe dar atenção; assim, jogaram sobre ele uma lata de água fria e, quando voltou a si, conduziram-no em segurança para fora do cemitério, trancaram o portão e seguiram caminhos diferentes.

“Bem, Oliver”, disse Sowerberry a caminho de casa, “o que achou?”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

“Foi razoável, obrigado, senhor”, respondeu Oliver com hesitação. “Mas não gostei muito.”

Sowerberry disse que ele se acostumaria. Depois disso, o trabalho não pareceria nada.

Oliver se perguntou quanto tempo Sowerberry precisara para se acostumar a essas coisas. Decidiu não perguntar e voltou à loja pensando em tudo o que vira e ouvira.

Original English Version

“Pretty well, thank you, sir” replied Oliver, with considerable hesitation. “Not very much, sir.”

“Ah, you’ll get used to it in time, Oliver,” said Sowerberry. “Nothing when you _are_ used to it, my boy.”

Oliver wondered, in his own mind, whether it had taken a very long time to get Mr. Sowerberry used to it. But he thought it better not to ask the question; and walked back to the shop: thinking over all he had seen and heard.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Razoável, obrigado, senhor”, respondeu Oliver com considerável hesitação. “Não gostei muito, senhor.”

“Ah, com o tempo vai se acostumar, Oliver”, disse Sowerberry. “Não é nada quando a gente _se acostuma_, meu rapaz.”

Oliver perguntou a si mesmo se o Sr. Sowerberry levara muito tempo para se acostumar. Mas julgou melhor não fazer a pergunta e voltou à loja pensando em tudo quanto vira e ouvira.

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CHAPTER VI. Oliver, Being Goaded by the Taunts of Noah, Rouses Into Action, and Rather Astonishes Him

Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Depois do mês de experiência, Oliver se tornou oficialmente aprendiz. Havia muitas doenças, por isso o negócio de caixões ia bem e Oliver logo ganhou experiência. Muitas crianças morriam de sarampo, e Oliver conduzia os cortejos fúnebres usando roupas de luto, o que comovia muito as mães da cidade. Também ia a funerais de adultos para aprender a calma esperada de um agente funerário competente.

Nos funerais de pessoas ricas, sobrinhos e sobrinhas que pareciam incapazes de controlar a dor muitas vezes ficavam alegres juntos. Maridos aceitavam com calma a morte das esposas, e viúvas faziam suas roupas de luto parecerem atraentes. Pessoas que choravam terrivelmente durante o enterro geralmente se recuperavam até o fim do chá em casa. Oliver observava tudo isso com grande interesse.

Não posso dizer se esses exemplos ensinaram paciência a Oliver. Mas durante meses ele aceitou em silêncio o domínio e os maus-tratos de Noah Claypole. Noah o tratava ainda pior porque tinha ciúme de Oliver usar o chapéu preto de funeral enquanto ele continuava com roupas comuns de trabalho. Charlotte era cruel porque Noah era, e a Sra. Sowerberry odiava Oliver porque o marido gostava dele. Entre esses três inimigos e os muitos funerais, a vida de Oliver era muito desconfortável.

Original English Version

The month’s trial over, Oliver was formally apprenticed. It was a nice sickly season just at this time. In commercial phrase, coffins were looking up; and, in the course of a few weeks, Oliver acquired a great deal of experience. The success of Mr. Sowerberry’s ingenious speculation, exceeded even his most sanguine hopes. The oldest inhabitants recollected no period at which measles had been so prevalent, or so fatal to infant existence; and many were the mournful processions which little Oliver headed, in a hat-band reaching down to his knees, to the indescribable admiration and emotion of all the mothers in the town. As Oliver accompanied his master in most of his adult expeditions too, in order that he might acquire that equanimity of demeanour and full command of nerve which was essential to a finished undertaker, he had many opportunities of observing the beautiful resignation and fortitude with which some strong-minded people bear their trials and losses.

For instance; when Sowerberry had an order for the burial of some rich old lady or gentleman, who was surrounded by a great number of nephews and nieces, who had been perfectly inconsolable during the previous illness, and whose grief had been wholly irrepressible even on the most public occasions, they would be as happy among themselves as need be - quite cheerful and contented - conversing together with as much freedom and gaiety, as if nothing whatever had happened to disturb them. Husbands, too, bore the loss of their wives with the most heroic calmness. Wives, again, put on weeds for their husbands, as if, so far from grieving in the garb of sorrow, they had made up their minds to render it as becoming and attractive as possible. It was observable, too, that ladies and gentlemen who were in passions of anguish during the ceremony of interment, recovered almost as soon as they reached home, and became quite composed before the tea-drinking was over. All this was very pleasant and improving to see; and Oliver beheld it with great admiration.

That Oliver Twist was moved to resignation by the example of these good people, I cannot, although I am his biographer, undertake to affirm with any degree of confidence; but I can most distinctly say, that for many months he continued meekly to submit to the domination and ill-treatment of Noah Claypole: who used him far worse than before, now that his jealousy was roused by seeing the new boy promoted to the black stick and hat-band, while he, the old one, remained stationary in the muffin-cap and leathers. Charlotte treated him ill, because Noah did; and Mrs. Sowerberry was his decided enemy, because Mr. Sowerberry was disposed to be his friend; so, between these three on one side, and a glut of funerals on the other, Oliver was not altogether as comfortable as the hungry pig was, when he was shut up, by mistake, in the grain department of a brewery.

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Terminado o mês de experiência, Oliver tornou-se aprendiz formalmente. Naquela época corria uma bela estação de doenças. Na linguagem comercial, os caixões estavam em alta; e, no decorrer de poucas semanas, Oliver adquiriu muita experiência. O êxito da engenhosa especulação do Sr. Sowerberry superou até suas esperanças mais otimistas. Os moradores mais antigos não se lembravam de época em que o sarampo tivesse sido tão comum ou tão fatal à vida das crianças; e muitas foram as procissões fúnebres encabeçadas pelo pequeno Oliver, usando uma faixa de chapéu que chegava aos joelhos, para indescritível admiração e comoção de todas as mães da cidade. Como Oliver também acompanhava o patrão na maioria dos funerais de adultos, a fim de adquirir aquela serenidade de comportamento e pleno domínio dos nervos essenciais a um agente funerário perfeito, teve muitas oportunidades de observar a bela resignação e fortaleza com que algumas pessoas de espírito firme suportam provações e perdas.

Por exemplo, quando Sowerberry recebia uma encomenda para o enterro de alguma velha senhora ou cavalheiro rico, cercado por grande número de sobrinhos e sobrinhas que tinham ficado inteiramente inconsoláveis durante a doença anterior e cuja dor fora absolutamente irreprimível até nas ocasiões mais públicas, todos se mostravam tão felizes entre si quanto se poderia desejar - bastante alegres e satisfeitos - , conversando com tanta liberdade e jovialidade como se nada tivesse acontecido para perturbá-los. Os maridos também suportavam a perda das esposas com a mais heroica serenidade. As esposas, por sua vez, vestiam luto pelos maridos como se, longe de se afligirem em trajes de tristeza, tivessem decidido torná-los tão elegantes e atraentes quanto possível. Também se podia observar que senhoras e cavalheiros tomados por paroxismos de angústia durante a cerimônia do sepultamento se recuperavam quase assim que chegavam em casa e ficavam inteiramente serenos antes de terminar o chá. Era muito agradável e instrutivo ver tudo isso; e Oliver o contemplava com grande admiração.

Embora eu seja seu biógrafo, não posso afirmar com nenhum grau de certeza que o exemplo dessa boa gente tenha levado Oliver Twist à resignação; mas posso dizer com toda clareza que, durante muitos meses, ele continuou a submeter-se humildemente ao domínio e aos maus-tratos de Noah Claypole, que o tratava muito pior que antes, agora que o ciúme fora despertado ao ver o menino novo promovido à vara preta e à faixa de chapéu, enquanto ele, o antigo, continuava com seu gorro e seus calções de couro. Charlotte tratava-o mal porque Noah o fazia; e a Sra. Sowerberry era sua inimiga declarada porque o Sr. Sowerberry se dispunha a ser seu amigo; assim, entre os três de um lado e uma profusão de funerais do outro, Oliver não se sentia tão confortável quanto o porco faminto que, por engano, foi encerrado no depósito de grãos de uma cervejaria.

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Chegamos agora a um momento importante da história de Oliver. O ato pode parecer pequeno, mas mudou indiretamente todo o seu futuro.

Certo dia, Oliver e Noah foram à cozinha para o pequeno jantar habitual de carneiro de baixa qualidade. Charlotte foi chamada para fora. Faminto e cruel, Noah decidiu usar aquele breve tempo para irritar e ferir Oliver.

Noah pôs os pés sobre a mesa, puxou o cabelo e as orelhas de Oliver, chamou-o de covarde e disse que iria vê-lo ser enforcado. Quando isso fez Oliver chorar, Noah tentou ser ainda mais engraçado e o atacou pessoalmente.

“Menino do asilo”, disse Noah, “como está sua mãe?”

“Ela está morta”, respondeu Oliver. “Não fale nada sobre ela comigo!”

O rosto de Oliver ficou vermelho, e ele respirou depressa. Sua boca e seu nariz se moveram de modo estranho. Noah pensou que Oliver estava prestes a chorar muito, então continuou.

“Do que ela morreu, menino do asilo?”, perguntou Noah.

Original English Version

And now, I come to a very important passage in Oliver’s history; for I have to record an act, slight and unimportant perhaps in appearance, but which indirectly produced a material change in all his future prospects and proceedings.

One day, Oliver and Noah had descended into the kitchen at the usual dinner-hour, to banquet upon a small joint of mutton - a pound and a half of the worst end of the neck; when Charlotte being called out of the way, there ensued a brief interval of time, which Noah Claypole, being hungry and vicious, considered he could not possibly devote to a worthier purpose than aggravating and tantalising young Oliver Twist.

Intent upon this innocent amusement, Noah put his feet on the table-cloth; and pulled Oliver’s hair; and twitched his ears; and expressed his opinion that he was a “sneak”; and furthermore announced his intention of coming to see him hanged, whenever that desirable event should take place; and entered upon various topics of petty annoyance, like a malicious and ill-conditioned charity-boy as he was. But, making Oliver cry, Noah attempted to be more facetious still; and in his attempt, did what many sometimes do to this day, when they want to be funny. He got rather personal.

“Work’us,” said Noah, “how’s your mother?”

“She’s dead,” replied Oliver; “don’t you say anything about her to me!”

Oliver’s colour rose as he said this; he breathed quickly; and there was a curious working of the mouth and nostrils, which Mr. Claypole thought must be the immediate precursor of a violent fit of crying. Under this impression he returned to the charge.

“What did she die of, Work’us?” said Noah.

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E agora chego a uma passagem muito importante da história de Oliver; pois tenho de registrar um ato talvez insignificante e sem importância na aparência, mas que indiretamente provocou uma mudança substancial em todas as suas perspectivas e condutas futuras.

Certo dia, Oliver e Noah tinham descido à cozinha na hora habitual do jantar para banquetear-se com um pequeno pedaço de carneiro - setecentos gramas da pior parte do pescoço - quando Charlotte foi chamada para fora; seguiu-se um breve intervalo que Noah Claypole, faminto e perverso, julgou impossível dedicar a fim mais digno do que irritar e atormentar o jovem Oliver Twist.

Concentrado nessa diversão inocente, Noah pôs os pés sobre a toalha da mesa, puxou o cabelo de Oliver, beliscou-lhe as orelhas, expressou a opinião de que ele era um “dissimulado”, anunciou ainda sua intenção de comparecer para vê-lo enforcado quando se desse esse acontecimento desejável e abordou vários outros assuntos destinados a causar pequenas irritações, como o malicioso e perverso menino de caridade que era. Mas, depois de fazer Oliver chorar, Noah tentou ser ainda mais espirituoso; e, na tentativa, fez o que muitos ainda hoje fazem quando querem ser engraçados. Tornou-se um tanto pessoal.

“Asilo”, disse Noah, “como vai sua mãe?”

“Ela morreu”, respondeu Oliver; “não fale nada dela para mim!”

Oliver ficou vermelho ao dizer isso; respirava depressa; e havia um movimento estranho na boca e nas narinas que o Sr. Claypole julgou ser o precursor imediato de um violento acesso de choro. Sob essa impressão, voltou ao ataque.

“Morreu de quê, Asilo?”, disse Noah.

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Oliver respondeu como se falasse consigo mesmo. Uma velha enfermeira dissera que sua mãe morrera de coração partido. Ele achava que compreendia como era esse tipo de morte.

Enquanto uma lágrima escorria pelo rosto de Oliver, Noah cantou uma música boba e perguntou por que ele chorava.

“Não por sua causa”, respondeu Oliver com firmeza. “Já chega. Não diga mais nada sobre ela. É melhor não dizer!”

Noah repetiu o aviso de Oliver com surpresa e mandou que ele não fosse insolente. Depois insultou a mãe de Oliver com uma expressão cruel.

Animado pelo silêncio de Oliver, Noah falou com falsa piedade. Disse que nada podia mudar o passado e fingiu que todos sentiam pena de Oliver. Depois afirmou que a mãe de Oliver fora uma mulher realmente má.

Oliver levantou os olhos de repente e perguntou: “O que você disse?”

Com calma, Noah repetiu que ela era uma mulher má. Disse que era melhor ela ter morrido, pois de outro modo teria ido para a prisão, sido deportada ou, mais provavelmente, enforcada.

Original English Version

“Of a broken heart, some of our old nurses told me,” replied Oliver: more as if he were talking to himself, than answering Noah. “I think I know what it must be to die of that!”

“Tol de rol lol lol, right fol lairy, Work’us,” said Noah, as a tear rolled down Oliver’s cheek. “What’s set you a snivelling now?”

“Not _you_,” replied Oliver, sharply. “There; that’s enough. Don’t say anything more to me about her; you’d better not!”

“Better not!” exclaimed Noah. “Well! Better not! Work’us, don’t be impudent. _Your_ mother, too! She was a nice ’un, she was. Oh, Lor!” And here, Noah nodded his head expressively; and curled up as much of his small red nose as muscular action could collect together, for the occasion.

“Yer know, Work’us,” continued Noah, emboldened by Oliver’s silence, and speaking in a jeering tone of affected pity: of all tones the most annoying: “Yer know, Work’us, it can’t be helped now; and of course yer couldn’t help it then; and I am very sorry for it; and I’m sure we all are, and pity yer very much. But yer must know, Work’us, yer mother was a regular right-down bad ’un.”

“What did you say?” inquired Oliver, looking up very quickly.

“A regular right-down bad ’un, Work’us,” replied Noah, coolly. “And it’s a great deal better, Work’us, that she died when she did, or else she’d have been hard labouring in Bridewell, or transported, or hung; which is more likely than either, isn’t it?”

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“De coração partido, disseram-me algumas de nossas velhas enfermeiras”, respondeu Oliver, mais como se falasse consigo mesmo do que respondesse a Noah. “Acho que sei como deve ser morrer disso!”

“Tol de rol lol lol, right fol lairy, Asilo”, disse Noah quando uma lágrima rolou pelo rosto de Oliver. “O que fez você começar a choramingar agora?”

“Não foi _você_”, respondeu Oliver com rispidez. “Pronto, chega. Não fale mais dela comigo; é melhor não falar!”

“É melhor não falar!”, exclamou Noah. “Ora! É melhor não falar! Asilo, não seja insolente. E a _sua_ mãe! Era uma bela peça, ela era. Oh, Senhor!” Nesse ponto, Noah assentiu com a cabeça de maneira expressiva e franziu tanto do pequeno nariz vermelho quanto a ação muscular conseguiu reunir para a ocasião.

“Sabe, Asilo”, continuou Noah, encorajado pelo silêncio de Oliver e falando num tom zombeteiro de falsa compaixão - de todos os tons, o mais irritante - , “sabe, Asilo, agora não dá pra fazê nada; e é claro que naquela época você também não podia fazê nada; eu sinto muito por isso, e tenho certeza que todos nós sente e tem muita pena de você. Mas você precisa sabê, Asilo, que sua mãe era uma mulher ruim de verdade.”

“O que você disse?”, perguntou Oliver, erguendo os olhos muito depressa.

“Uma mulher ruim de verdade, Asilo”, respondeu Noah com calma. “E foi muito melhor, Asilo, ela ter morrido quando morreu; senão teria ido fazer trabalhos forçados em Bridewell, ou seria deportada, ou enforcada - o mais provável de tudo, não é?”

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Oliver ficou vermelho de raiva, levantou-se de um salto e derrubou a cadeira e a mesa. Agarrou Noah pela garganta, sacudiu-o até seus dentes baterem e deu-lhe um golpe forte o bastante para derrubá-lo no chão.

Um instante antes, Oliver parecera a criança quieta e triste criada pelos maus-tratos. Agora o insulto à mãe morta despertara seu espírito. Ele ficou ereto, respirando com força, com olhos brilhantes e uma expressão totalmente diferente. Olhou para o inimigo covarde no chão e o desafiou com uma força nova.

Noah gritou que Oliver o estava matando. Chamou Charlotte e a Sra. Sowerberry, pediu socorro e disse que Oliver enlouquecera.

Charlotte respondeu a Noah com um grito alto, e a Sra. Sowerberry gritou ainda mais. Charlotte correu para a cozinha, enquanto a Sra. Sowerberry esperou na escada até ter certeza de que era seguro descer.

Charlotte agarrou Oliver com toda a sua grande força e o chamou de pequeno vilão ingrato e assassino. Entre cada palavra, batia nele o mais forte que podia e gritava bem alto.

Original English Version

Crimson with fury, Oliver started up; overthrew the chair and table; seized Noah by the throat; shook him, in the violence of his rage, till his teeth chattered in his head; and collecting his whole force into one heavy blow, felled him to the ground.

A minute ago, the boy had looked the quiet child, mild, dejected creature that harsh treatment had made him. But his spirit was roused at last; the cruel insult to his dead mother had set his blood on fire. His breast heaved; his attitude was erect; his eye bright and vivid; his whole person changed, as he stood glaring over the cowardly tormentor who now lay crouching at his feet; and defied him with an energy he had never known before.

“He’ll murder me!” blubbered Noah. “Charlotte! missis! Here’s the new boy a murdering of me! Help! help! Oliver’s gone mad! Char - lotte!”

Noah’s shouts were responded to, by a loud scream from Charlotte, and a louder from Mrs. Sowerberry; the former of whom rushed into the kitchen by a side-door, while the latter paused on the staircase till she was quite certain that it was consistent with the preservation of human life, to come further down.

“Oh, you little wretch!” screamed Charlotte: seizing Oliver with her utmost force, which was about equal to that of a moderately strong man in particularly good training. “Oh, you little un-grate-ful, mur-de-rous, hor-rid villain!” And between every syllable, Charlotte gave Oliver a blow with all her might: accompanying it with a scream, for the benefit of society.

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Ruborizado de fúria, Oliver levantou-se de um salto, derrubou a cadeira e a mesa, agarrou Noah pela garganta, sacudiu-o na violência da raiva até lhe fazer os dentes baterem e, reunindo toda a força num único golpe pesado, derrubou-o no chão.

Um minuto antes, o menino parecera a criança quieta, a criatura dócil e abatida em que o tratamento cruel o transformara. Mas por fim seu espírito despertara; o insulto cruel à mãe morta incendiara-lhe o sangue. O peito arfava; a postura era ereta; os olhos, brilhantes e vivos; toda a sua pessoa se transformara enquanto ele fitava o covarde algoz agora encolhido a seus pés e o desafiava com uma energia que jamais conhecera.

“Ele vai me matar!”, choramingou Noah. “Charlotte! Patroa! O menino novo está me matando! Socorro! Socorro! Oliver ficou louco! Char-lotte!”

Os gritos de Noah foram respondidos por um grito alto de Charlotte e outro ainda mais alto da Sra. Sowerberry; a primeira irrompeu na cozinha por uma porta lateral, enquanto a segunda parou na escada até ter absoluta certeza de que descer mais era compatível com a preservação da vida humana.

“Oh, seu pequeno desgraçado!”, gritou Charlotte, agarrando Oliver com toda a sua força, quase igual à de um homem moderadamente forte e em excelente condição física. “Oh, seu pequeno vilão in-gra-to, as-sas-si-no e hor-rí-vel!” E, entre cada sílaba, Charlotte dava em Oliver uma pancada com toda a força, acompanhando-a de um grito em benefício da sociedade.

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O punho de Charlotte era pesado. Para ajudar a acalmar Oliver, a Sra. Sowerberry correu para a cozinha, segurou-o com uma mão e arranhou seu rosto com a outra. Noah então se levantou e golpeou Oliver pelas costas.

Eles não conseguiram manter aquela violência por muito tempo. Quando se cansaram de bater e arranhar Oliver, arrastaram o menino, que lutava e gritava sem medo, para o porão empoeirado e o trancaram. A Sra. Sowerberry então caiu numa cadeira e começou a chorar.

Charlotte gritou que a Sra. Sowerberry estava desmaiando e mandou Noah trazer depressa um copo de água.

Depois que Noah derramou bastante água fria sobre sua cabeça e seus ombros, a Sra. Sowerberry disse que tinham sorte de não terem sido assassinados na cama.

Charlotte concordou e esperava que isso ensinasse o Sr. Sowerberry a não receber mais crianças terríveis, nascidas para se tornar assassinas e ladras. Afirmou que Oliver quase matara o pobre Noah.

Original English Version

Charlotte’s fist was by no means a light one; but, lest it should not be effectual in calming Oliver’s wrath, Mrs. Sowerberry plunged into the kitchen, and assisted to hold him with one hand, while she scratched his face with the other. In this favourable position of affairs, Noah rose from the ground, and pommelled him behind.

This was rather too violent exercise to last long. When they were all wearied out, and could tear and beat no longer, they dragged Oliver, struggling and shouting, but nothing daunted, into the dust-cellar, and there locked him up. This being done, Mrs. Sowerberry sunk into a chair, and burst into tears.

“Bless her, she’s going off!” said Charlotte. “A glass of water, Noah, dear. Make haste!”

“Oh! Charlotte,” said Mrs. Sowerberry: speaking as well as she could, through a deficiency of breath, and a sufficiency of cold water, which Noah had poured over her head and shoulders. “Oh! Charlotte, what a mercy we have not all been murdered in our beds!”

“Ah! mercy indeed, ma’am,” was the reply. “I only hope this’ll teach master not to have any more of these dreadful creatures, that are born to be murderers and robbers from their very cradle. Poor Noah! He was all but killed, ma’am, when I came in.”

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O punho de Charlotte não era nada leve; mas, caso não bastasse para acalmar a ira de Oliver, a Sra. Sowerberry precipitou-se na cozinha e ajudou a segurá-lo com uma mão enquanto lhe arranhava o rosto com a outra. Nessa posição favorável dos acontecimentos, Noah levantou-se do chão e começou a golpeá-lo por trás.

Era exercício violento demais para durar muito. Quando todos se cansaram e já não conseguiam arranhar nem bater, arrastaram Oliver - que se debatia e gritava, sem se deixar intimidar - para o depósito de lixo e o trancaram ali. Feito isso, a Sra. Sowerberry deixou-se cair numa cadeira e irrompeu em lágrimas.

“Deus a proteja, ela vai desmaiar!”, disse Charlotte. “Um copo d’água, querido Noah. Depressa!”

“Oh, Charlotte”, disse a Sra. Sowerberry, falando tão bem quanto podia, com pouco fôlego e muita água fria que Noah despejara sobre sua cabeça e seus ombros. “Oh, Charlotte, que misericórdia não termos sido todos assassinados em nossas camas!”

“Ah! Uma misericórdia mesmo, senhora”, foi a resposta. “Só espero que isso ensine ao patrão a não trazer mais nenhuma dessas criaturas horríveis, que já nascem destinadas a ser assassinos e ladrões desde o berço. Pobre Noah! Estava quase morto quando entrei, senhora.”

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A Sra. Sowerberry olhou para Noah com piedade e o chamou de pobre menino.

Noah era tão mais alto que o botão superior de seu colete ficava na altura da cabeça de Oliver. Enquanto sentiam pena dele, esfregou os olhos e produziu algumas lágrimas e fungadas dramáticas.

A Sra. Sowerberry perguntou o que deveriam fazer. Seu marido estava fora, não havia homem na casa, e ela temia que Oliver derrubasse a porta em dez minutos. Os fortes chutes dele faziam isso parecer provável.

Charlotte disse que não sabia o que fazer, a menos que chamassem a polícia.

Noah sugeriu chamar o exército.

A Sra. Sowerberry se lembrou do antigo inimigo de Oliver. Mandou Noah correr até o Sr. Bumble e trazê-lo imediatamente. Ele não devia perder tempo procurando o boné e poderia segurar uma faca contra o olho roxo enquanto corria para reduzir o inchaço.

Noah não parou para responder. Correu a toda velocidade, surpreendendo todos que viram um menino de caridade atravessar as ruas sem boné e com um canivete encostado no olho.

Original English Version

“Poor fellow!” said Mrs. Sowerberry, looking piteously on the charity-boy.

Noah, whose top waistcoat-button might have been somewhere on a level with the crown of Oliver’s head, rubbed his eyes with the inside of his wrists while this commiseration was bestowed upon him, and performed some affecting tears and sniffs.

“What’s to be done!” exclaimed Mrs. Sowerberry. “Your master’s not at home; there’s not a man in the house, and he’ll kick that door down in ten minutes.” Oliver’s vigorous plunges against the bit of timber in question, rendered this occurance highly probable.

“Dear, dear! I don’t know, ma’am,” said Charlotte, “unless we send for the police-officers.”

“Or the millingtary,” suggested Mr. Claypole.

“No, no,” said Mrs. Sowerberry: bethinking herself of Oliver’s old friend. “Run to Mr. Bumble, Noah, and tell him to come here directly, and not to lose a minute; never mind your cap! Make haste! You can hold a knife to that black eye, as you run along. It’ll keep the swelling down.”

Noah stopped to make no reply, but started off at his fullest speed; and very much it astonished the people who were out walking, to see a charity-boy tearing through the streets pell-mell, with no cap on his head, and a clasp-knife at his eye.

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“Pobre rapaz!”, disse a Sra. Sowerberry, olhando com pena para o menino de caridade.

Noah, cujo botão superior do colete talvez ficasse à altura do topo da cabeça de Oliver, esfregou os olhos com a parte interna dos pulsos enquanto recebia essa compaixão e encenou algumas lágrimas e fungadas comoventes.

“O que vamos fazer?”, exclamou a Sra. Sowerberry. “Seu patrão não está em casa; não há um homem na casa e ele derrubará aquela porta a pontapés em dez minutos.” As vigorosas investidas de Oliver contra o pedaço de madeira em questão tornavam essa ocorrência muito provável.

“Meu Deus! Não sei, senhora”, disse Charlotte, “a menos que mandemos chamar a polícia.”

“Ou os militares”, sugeriu o Sr. Claypole.

“Não, não”, disse a Sra. Sowerberry, lembrando-se do velho amigo de Oliver. “Corra até o Sr. Bumble, Noah, e diga-lhe que venha aqui imediatamente, sem perder um minuto; não se preocupe com o boné! Depressa! Pode segurar uma faca contra esse olho roxo enquanto corre. Isso manterá o inchaço baixo.”

Noah não parou para responder; partiu em velocidade máxima; e as pessoas que passeavam ficaram muito espantadas ao ver um menino de caridade correr desabaladamente pelas ruas, sem boné na cabeça e com um canivete junto ao olho.

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CHAPTER VII. Oliver Continues Refractory

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Noah correu o mais rápido possível sem parar até chegar ao portão do asilo. Descansou por um minuto para preparar soluços, lágrimas e terror convincentes. Depois bateu com força e mostrou um rosto tão triste que até o velho pobre que abriu o portão ficou surpreso.

O velho pobre perguntou o que havia de errado com o menino.

Noah gritou pelo Sr. Bumble com um medo convincente. Bumble estava perto e ficou tão alarmado que correu para o pátio sem o chapéu oficial. Isso mostrou que até um bedel podia perder o controle por um instante e esquecer sua dignidade.

Noah começou: “Ah, Sr. Bumble! Oliver, senhor... Oliver...”

Com prazer nos olhos duros, Bumble interrompeu e perguntou se Oliver havia fugido.

Noah disse que Oliver não fugira, mas se tornara violento. Afirmou que Oliver tentara assassinar a ele, Charlotte e a Sra. Sowerberry. Depois retorceu o corpo como uma enguia e chorou por causa de uma dor terrível, fingindo que Oliver causara graves ferimentos internos.

Original English Version

Noah Claypole ran along the streets at his swiftest pace, and paused not once for breath, until he reached the workhouse-gate. Having rested here, for a minute or so, to collect a good burst of sobs and an imposing show of tears and terror, he knocked loudly at the wicket; and presented such a rueful face to the aged pauper who opened it, that even he, who saw nothing but rueful faces about him at the best of times, started back in astonishment.

“Why, what’s the matter with the boy!” said the old pauper.

“Mr. Bumble! Mr. Bumble!” cried Noah, with well-affected dismay, and in tones so loud and agitated, that they not only caught the ear of Mr. Bumble himself, who happened to be hard by, but alarmed him so much that he rushed into the yard without his cocked hat, - which is a very curious and remarkable circumstance, as showing that even a beadle, acted upon a sudden and powerful impulse, may be afflicted with a momentary visitation of loss of self-possession, and forgetfulness of personal dignity.

“Oh, Mr. Bumble, sir!” said Noah: “Oliver, sir, - Oliver has - ”

“What? What?” interposed Mr. Bumble: with a gleam of pleasure in his metallic eyes. “Not run away; he hasn’t run away, has he, Noah?”

“No, sir, no. Not run away, sir, but he’s turned wicious,” replied Noah. “He tried to murder me, sir; and then he tried to murder Charlotte; and then missis. Oh! what dreadful pain it is! Such agony, please, sir!” And here, Noah writhed and twisted his body into an extensive variety of eel-like positions; thereby giving Mr. Bumble to understand that, from the violent and sanguinary onset of Oliver Twist, he had sustained severe internal injury and damage, from which he was at that moment suffering the acutest torture.

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Noah Claypole correu pelas ruas no passo mais rápido e não parou uma única vez para respirar até alcançar o portão do asilo. Depois de descansar ali por um minuto ou dois, para reunir uma boa explosão de soluços e uma exibição imponente de lágrimas e terror, bateu com força na portinhola; e apresentou um rosto tão desolado ao velho indigente que a abriu que até este, que na melhor das ocasiões não via ao redor senão rostos desolados, recuou assombrado.

“Ora, o que aconteceu com o menino?”, disse o velho indigente.

“Sr. Bumble! Sr. Bumble!”, gritou Noah, com consternação muito bem fingida e em tons tão altos e agitados que não só chegaram aos ouvidos do próprio Sr. Bumble, que por acaso estava ali perto, como o alarmaram tanto que ele irrompeu no pátio sem o chapéu de duas pontas - circunstância muito curiosa e notável, pois demonstra que até um bedel, sob o efeito de impulso repentino e poderoso, pode sofrer uma perda momentânea de autodomínio e esquecer a dignidade pessoal.

“Oh, Sr. Bumble, senhor!”, disse Noah. “Oliver, senhor... Oliver...”

“O quê? O quê?”, interrompeu o Sr. Bumble, com um brilho de prazer nos olhos metálicos. “Não fugiu; ele não fugiu, fugiu, Noah?”

“Não, senhor, não. Não fugiu, senhor, mas ficou perverso”, respondeu Noah. “Tentou me matar, senhor; depois tentou matar Charlotte; e depois a patroa. Oh! Que dor terrível! Que agonia, por favor, senhor!” E então Noah retorceu e contorceu o corpo numa ampla variedade de posições semelhantes às de uma enguia, dando assim a entender ao Sr. Bumble que, no ataque violento e sanguinário de Oliver Twist, sofrera graves danos e ferimentos internos, dos quais naquele momento padecia a mais aguda tortura.

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Vendo que sua história chocara Bumble, Noah chorou dez vezes mais alto por causa dos ferimentos. Quando percebeu o cavalheiro de colete branco atravessando o pátio, ficou ainda mais dramático para atrair a atenção e a raiva do homem.

O cavalheiro logo percebeu. Virou-se com raiva e perguntou por que aquele cachorro jovem estava uivando e por que Bumble não batia nele para fazer o barulho sair sem escolha.

Bumble explicou que Noah era um pobre menino da escola gratuita que quase fora assassinado pelo jovem Twist.

O cavalheiro parou e disse que já sabia. Desde o começo, sentira que aquele jovem selvagem e atrevido acabaria enforcado.

Muito pálido, Bumble acrescentou que Oliver também tentara assassinar a criada.

Noah acrescentou: “E a patroa dele.”

Bumble perguntou se Noah também dissera que Oliver tentara assassinar o patrão.

Noah disse que o patrão estava fora, ou Oliver também o teria assassinado. Afirmou que Oliver dissera que queria fazer isso.

Original English Version

When Noah saw that the intelligence he communicated perfectly paralysed Mr. Bumble, he imparted additional effect thereunto, by bewailing his dreadful wounds ten times louder than before; and when he observed a gentleman in a white waistcoat crossing the yard, he was more tragic in his lamentations than ever: rightly conceiving it highly expedient to attract the notice, and rouse the indignation, of the gentleman aforesaid.

The gentleman’s notice was very soon attracted; for he had not walked three paces, when he turned angrily round, and inquired what that young cur was howling for, and why Mr. Bumble did not favour him with something which would render the series of vocular exclamations so designated, an involuntary process?

“It’s a poor boy from the free-school, sir,” replied Mr. Bumble, “who has been nearly murdered - all but murdered, sir, - by young Twist.”

“By Jove!” exclaimed the gentleman in the white waistcoat, stopping short. “I knew it! I felt a strange presentiment from the very first, that that audacious young savage would come to be hung!”

“He has likewise attempted, sir, to murder the female servant,” said Mr. Bumble, with a face of ashy paleness.

“And his missis,” interposed Mr. Claypole.

“And his master, too, I think you said, Noah?” added Mr. Bumble.

“No! he’s out, or he would have murdered him,” replied Noah. “He said he wanted to.”

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Quando Noah viu que a notícia comunicada paralisara inteiramente o Sr. Bumble, deu-lhe efeito adicional lamentando seus terríveis ferimentos dez vezes mais alto que antes; e, ao notar um cavalheiro de colete branco atravessando o pátio, tornou seus lamentos mais trágicos que nunca, julgando corretamente muito conveniente atrair a atenção e despertar a indignação do referido cavalheiro.

A atenção do cavalheiro foi atraída muito depressa; ele não caminhara três passos quando se virou com raiva e perguntou por que aquele jovem cão uivava e por que o Sr. Bumble não o favorecia com alguma coisa que transformasse em processo involuntário a série de exclamações vocais assim designadas.

“É um pobre menino da escola gratuita, senhor”, respondeu o Sr. Bumble, “que foi quase assassinado - quase morto, senhor - pelo jovem Twist.”

“Por Júpiter!”, exclamou o cavalheiro de colete branco, parando de repente. “Eu sabia! Desde o início tive um estranho pressentimento de que aquele pequeno selvagem atrevido acabaria enforcado!”

“Ele também tentou, senhor, assassinar a criada”, disse o Sr. Bumble com o rosto de uma palidez cinzenta.

“E a patroa”, interrompeu o Sr. Claypole.

“E também o patrão, acho que você disse, Noah?”, acrescentou o Sr. Bumble.

“Não! Ele saiu, senão Oliver teria matado ele”, respondeu Noah. “Disse que queria.”

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O cavalheiro de colete branco perguntou a Noah se Oliver realmente dissera aquilo.

Noah disse que sim. Acrescentou que a Sra. Sowerberry queria que o Sr. Bumble fosse imediatamente espancar Oliver porque o marido estava fora.

O cavalheiro sorriu com bondade e deu tapinhas na cabeça de Noah, que era mais alta que a sua. Chamou Noah de menino muito bom e lhe deu um penny. Depois ordenou que Bumble levasse a bengala à casa de Sowerberry, decidisse o que fazer e não tivesse piedade de Oliver.

Bumble prometeu não poupá-lo. Depois de ajeitar cuidadosamente o chapéu e a bengala, ele e Noah correram até a loja do agente funerário.

Nada havia melhorado ali. Sowerberry ainda não voltara, e Oliver continuava chutando a porta do porão com força. A Sra. Sowerberry e Charlotte o descreveram como tão perigoso que Bumble decidiu falar com ele antes de abrir a porta. Primeiro deu um chute do lado de fora, depois pôs a boca no buraco da fechadura e falou com voz profunda e séria:

Original English Version

“Ah! Said he wanted to, did he, my boy?” inquired the gentleman in the white waistcoat.

“Yes, sir,” replied Noah. “And please, sir, missis wants to know whether Mr. Bumble can spare time to step up there, directly, and flog him - ’cause master’s out.”

“Certainly, my boy; certainly,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat: smiling benignly, and patting Noah’s head, which was about three inches higher than his own. “You’re a good boy - a very good boy. Here’s a penny for you. Bumble, just step up to Sowerberry’s with your cane, and see what’s best to be done. Don’t spare him, Bumble.”

“No, I will not, sir,” replied the beadle. And the cocked hat and cane having been, by this time, adjusted to their owner’s satisfaction, Mr. Bumble and Noah Claypole betook themselves with all speed to the undertaker’s shop.

Here the position of affairs had not at all improved. Sowerberry had not yet returned, and Oliver continued to kick, with undiminished vigour, at the cellar-door. The accounts of his ferocity as related by Mrs. Sowerberry and Charlotte, were of so startling a nature, that Mr. Bumble judged it prudent to parley, before opening the door. With this view he gave a kick at the outside, by way of prelude; and, then, applying his mouth to the keyhole, said, in a deep and impressive tone:

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“Ah! Disse que queria, foi, meu rapaz?”, perguntou o cavalheiro de colete branco.

“Sim, senhor”, respondeu Noah. “E, por favor, senhor, a patroa quer saber se o Sr. Bumble pode arranjar tempo para ir até lá agora mesmo e açoitá-lo, porque o patrão saiu.”

“Certamente, meu rapaz; certamente”, disse o cavalheiro de colete branco, sorrindo com benevolência e acariciando a cabeça de Noah, que ficava cerca de oito centímetros acima da sua. “Você é um bom menino, um menino muito bom. Aqui está um penny para você. Bumble, vá até a casa de Sowerberry com sua bengala e veja o que é melhor fazer. Não o poupe, Bumble.”

“Não, não pouparei, senhor”, respondeu o bedel. Como o chapéu de duas pontas e a bengala já tinham sido ajustados a contento do dono, o Sr. Bumble e Noah Claypole dirigiram-se com toda a pressa à loja do agente funerário.

Ali a situação não melhorara em nada. Sowerberry ainda não voltara, e Oliver continuava a chutar a porta do depósito com o mesmo vigor. Os relatos de sua ferocidade feitos pela Sra. Sowerberry e por Charlotte eram de natureza tão alarmante que o Sr. Bumble julgou prudente parlamentar antes de abrir a porta. Para esse fim, deu um pontapé do lado de fora como prelúdio; depois, encostando a boca ao buraco da fechadura, disse num tom profundo e impressionante:

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“Oliver!”

Lá de dentro, Oliver respondeu: “Deixe-me sair!”

O Sr. Bumble perguntou se Oliver reconhecia sua voz.

Oliver disse que sim.

Bumble perguntou se Oliver estava com medo e tremendo enquanto ele falava.

“Não!”, respondeu Oliver com coragem.

A resposta inesperada chocou o Sr. Bumble. Ele se afastou do buraco da fechadura, ficou o mais alto possível e encarou em silêncio as três pessoas ao redor.

A Sra. Sowerberry disse que Oliver devia estar louco.

Acrescentou que nenhum menino com algum juízo ousaria falar assim com Bumble.

Depois de pensar profundamente, Bumble disse que não era loucura. Era carne.

A Sra. Sowerberry exclamou: “O quê?”

Bumble repetiu que a carne era o problema. A Sra. Sowerberry alimentara Oliver bem demais e criara nele um espírito impróprio para um menino pobre. O sábio conselho concordaria que pobres não precisavam de alma nem espírito; corpos vivos eram suficientes. Se Oliver tivesse comido apenas mingau, isso nunca teria acontecido.

Original English Version

“Oliver!”

“Come; you let me out!” replied Oliver, from the inside.

“Do you know this here voice, Oliver?” said Mr. Bumble.

“Yes,” replied Oliver.

“Ain’t you afraid of it, sir? Ain’t you a-trembling while I speak, sir?” said Mr. Bumble.

“No!” replied Oliver, boldly.

An answer so different from the one he had expected to elicit, and was in the habit of receiving, staggered Mr. Bumble not a little. He stepped back from the keyhole; drew himself up to his full height; and looked from one to another of the three by-standers, in mute astonishment.

“Oh, you know, Mr. Bumble, he must be mad,” said Mrs. Sowerberry.

“No boy in half his senses could venture to speak so to you.”

“It’s not madness, ma’am,” replied Mr. Bumble, after a few moments of deep meditation. “It’s meat.”

“What?” exclaimed Mrs. Sowerberry.

“Meat, ma’am, meat,” replied Bumble, with stern emphasis. “You’ve overfed him, ma’am. You’ve raised a artificial soul and spirit in him, ma’am unbecoming a person of his condition: as the board, Mrs. Sowerberry, who are practical philosophers, will tell you. What have paupers to do with soul or spirit? It’s quite enough that we let ’em have live bodies. If you had kept the boy on gruel, ma’am, this would never have happened.”

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“Oliver!”

“Vamos, deixe-me sair!”, respondeu Oliver lá de dentro.

“Conhece esta voz aqui, Oliver?”, disse o Sr. Bumble.

“Sim”, respondeu Oliver.

“Não tem medo dela, senhor? Não está tremendo enquanto falo, senhor?”, disse o Sr. Bumble.

“Não!”, respondeu Oliver com coragem.

Uma resposta tão diferente da que esperava obter e estava acostumado a receber deixou o Sr. Bumble bastante desconcertado. Afastou-se do buraco da fechadura, aprumou-se em toda a sua altura e olhou de um para outro dos três presentes, num assombro mudo.

“Oh, sabe, Sr. Bumble, ele deve estar louco”, disse a Sra. Sowerberry.

“Nenhum menino com metade do juízo ousaria falar assim com o senhor.”

“Não é loucura, senhora”, respondeu o Sr. Bumble depois de alguns momentos de profunda meditação. “É carne.”

“O quê?”, exclamou a Sra. Sowerberry.

“Carne, senhora, carne”, respondeu Bumble com severa ênfase. “A senhora o alimentou em excesso. Criou nele uma alma e um espírito artificiais, senhora, impróprios para uma pessoa de sua condição, como lhe dirá o conselho, Sra. Sowerberry, cujos membros são filósofos práticos. O que os indigentes têm a ver com alma ou espírito? Já é mais que suficiente permitirmos que tenham corpos vivos. Se tivesse mantido o menino a mingau, senhora, isso jamais teria acontecido.”

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A Sra. Sowerberry ergueu os olhos para o teto e disse tristemente que aquele era o resultado de ser generosa.

A “generosidade” da Sra. Sowerberry consistira em dar a Oliver restos sujos que ninguém mais comeria. Portanto, foi muito humilde da parte dela aceitar a grave acusação de Bumble, embora fosse totalmente inocente de algum dia ter alimentado Oliver bem demais.

- Ah - disse o Sr. Bumble quando a Sra. Sowerberry voltou a olhar para baixo. - A única solução é deixá-lo no porão por um ou dois dias até que a fome o enfraqueça. Depois, alimente-o apenas com mingau durante o aprendizado. Ele vem de uma família ruim. Sua mãe chegou a este lugar enfrentando dores e dificuldades que teriam matado qualquer mulher respeitável.

Oliver ouviu o bastante para saber que falavam de sua mãe, por isso começou a chutar outra vez e tornou impossível ouvir qualquer outro som. O Sr. Sowerberry voltou nesse momento. As mulheres descreveram a falta de Oliver com detalhes destinados a deixá-lo furioso. Ele abriu rapidamente o porão e arrastou o aprendiz rebelde para fora pela gola.

Original English Version

“Dear, dear!” ejaculated Mrs. Sowerberry, piously raising her eyes to the kitchen ceiling: “this comes of being liberal!”

The liberality of Mrs. Sowerberry to Oliver, had consisted of a profuse bestowal upon him of all the dirty odds and ends which nobody else would eat; so there was a great deal of meekness and self-devotion in her voluntarily remaining under Mr. Bumble’s heavy accusation, of which, to do her justice, she was wholly innocent, in thought, word, or deed.

“Ah!” said Mr. Bumble, when the lady brought her eyes down to earth again; “the only thing that can be done now, that I know of, is to leave him in the cellar for a day or so, till he’s a little starved down; and then to take him out, and keep him on gruel all through the apprenticeship. He comes of a bad family. Excitable natures, Mrs. Sowerberry! Both the nurse and doctor said, that that mother of his made her way here, against difficulties and pain that would have killed any well-disposed woman, weeks before.”

At this point of Mr. Bumble’s discourse, Oliver, just hearing enough to know that some allusion was being made to his mother, recommenced kicking, with a violence that rendered every other sound inaudible. Sowerberry returned at this juncture. Oliver’s offence having been explained to him, with such exaggerations as the ladies thought best calculated to rouse his ire, he unlocked the cellar-door in a twinkling, and dragged his rebellious apprentice out, by the collar.

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“Meu Deus!”, exclamou a Sra. Sowerberry, erguendo piedosamente os olhos para o teto da cozinha; “isso é o que acontece quando se é generosa!”

A generosidade da Sra. Sowerberry para com Oliver consistira em conceder-lhe prodigamente todos os restos sujos que ninguém mais comeria; havia, portanto, muita mansidão e abnegação em ela permanecer voluntariamente sob a grave acusação do Sr. Bumble, da qual, para lhe fazer justiça, era inteiramente inocente em pensamento, palavra e ação.

“Ah!”, disse o Sr. Bumble quando a senhora tornou a baixar os olhos para a terra; “a única coisa que se pode fazer agora, pelo que sei, é deixá-lo no porão por um ou dois dias, até que a fome o enfraqueça um pouco; depois, tirá-lo de lá e mantê-lo a mingau durante todo o aprendizado. Vem de uma família ruim. Naturezas excitáveis, Sra. Sowerberry! Tanto a enfermeira quanto o médico disseram que aquela mãe dele chegou até aqui enfrentando dificuldades e dores que teriam matado qualquer mulher bem-comportada semanas antes.”

Nesse ponto do discurso do Sr. Bumble, Oliver, ouvindo apenas o bastante para saber que se fazia alguma alusão à mãe, recomeçou a chutar com violência tal que tornou inaudíveis todos os demais sons. Sowerberry voltou nesse momento. Depois que lhe explicaram a ofensa de Oliver, com os exageros que as senhoras julgaram mais capazes de despertar sua ira, ele abriu num instante a porta do porão e arrastou para fora o aprendiz rebelde pela gola.

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As roupas de Oliver estavam rasgadas por causa da surra. Seu rosto estava machucado e arranhado, e o cabelo cobria a testa. Mesmo assim, continuava vermelho de raiva. Quando o tiraram do porão, olhou com coragem para Noah e não demonstrou medo.

- Você é um belo rapaz, não é? - disse Sowerberry, sacudindo Oliver e dando-lhe um tapa na orelha.

- Ele insultou minha mãe - respondeu Oliver.

- E daí se ele fez isso, sua criaturinha ingrata? - disse a Sra. Sowerberry. - Ela merecia isso e coisa pior.

- Não merecia - disse Oliver.

- Merecia, sim - disse a Sra. Sowerberry.

- Isso é mentira! - disse Oliver.

A Sra. Sowerberry começou a chorar muito.

Original English Version

Oliver’s clothes had been torn in the beating he had received; his face was bruised and scratched; and his hair scattered over his forehead. The angry flush had not disappeared, however; and when he was pulled out of his prison, he scowled boldly on Noah, and looked quite undismayed.

“Now, you are a nice young fellow, ain’t you?” said Sowerberry; giving Oliver a shake, and a box on the ear.

“He called my mother names,” replied Oliver.

“Well, and what if he did, you little ungrateful wretch?” said Mrs. Sowerberry. “She deserved what he said, and worse.”

“She didn’t,” said Oliver.

“She did,” said Mrs. Sowerberry.

“It’s a lie!” said Oliver.

Mrs. Sowerberry burst into a flood of tears.

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As roupas de Oliver estavam rasgadas em consequência das pancadas recebidas; o rosto, machucado e arranhado; e os cabelos caíam-lhe sobre a testa. O rubor de raiva, porém, não desaparecera; e, quando o tiraram da prisão, ele encarou Noah com ousadia e pareceu inteiramente destemido.

“Ora, você é mesmo um belo rapazinho, não é?”, disse Sowerberry, sacudindo Oliver e dando-lhe um tapa na orelha.

“Ele insultou minha mãe”, respondeu Oliver.

“E daí, seu pequeno desgraçado ingrato?”, disse a Sra. Sowerberry. “Ela merecia o que ele disse e coisa pior.”

“Não merecia”, disse Oliver.

“Merecia”, disse a Sra. Sowerberry.

“É mentira!”, disse Oliver.

A Sra. Sowerberry irrompeu numa torrente de lágrimas.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

As lágrimas dela não deixaram escolha ao Sr. Sowerberry. Se não castigasse Oliver com severidade, as pessoas o chamariam de marido cruel e desnaturado. Às vezes ele fora bondoso com Oliver, talvez porque isso lhe conviesse ou porque sua esposa não gostava do menino. Mas agora espancou Oliver o bastante para satisfazer até a Sra. Sowerberry. O uso posterior da vara paroquial pelo Sr. Bumble quase não foi necessário. Oliver passou o dia trancado na cozinha dos fundos, apenas com pão e uma bomba d'água. À noite, depois de insultar sua mãe morta através da porta, a Sra. Sowerberry o mandou para cima enquanto Noah e Charlotte zombavam dele.

Somente quando Oliver ficou sozinho na oficina silenciosa e escura revelou os sentimentos causados pela crueldade daquele dia. Enfrentara os insultos com desprezo e suportara o chicote sem gritar, porque o orgulho enchia seu coração. Mas agora ninguém podia vê-lo nem ouvi-lo. Caiu de joelhos, cobriu o rosto e chorou com uma dor que nenhuma criança tão jovem deveria sentir.

Original English Version

This flood of tears left Mr. Sowerberry no alternative. If he had hesitated for one instant to punish Oliver most severely, it must be quite clear to every experienced reader that he would have been, according to all precedents in disputes of matrimony established, a brute, an unnatural husband, an insulting creature, a base imitation of a man, and various other agreeable characters too numerous for recital within the limits of this chapter. To do him justice, he was, as far as his power went - it was not very extensive - kindly disposed towards the boy; perhaps, because it was his interest to be so; perhaps, because his wife disliked him. The flood of tears, however, left him no resource; so he at once gave him a drubbing, which satisfied even Mrs. Sowerberry herself, and rendered Mr. Bumble’s subsequent application of the parochial cane, rather unnecessary. For the rest of the day, he was shut up in the back kitchen, in company with a pump and a slice of bread; and at night, Mrs. Sowerberry, after making various remarks outside the door, by no means complimentary to the memory of his mother, looked into the room, and, amidst the jeers and pointings of Noah and Charlotte, ordered him upstairs to his dismal bed.

It was not until he was left alone in the silence and stillness of the gloomy workshop of the undertaker, that Oliver gave way to the feelings which the day’s treatment may be supposed likely to have awakened in a mere child. He had listened to their taunts with a look of contempt; he had borne the lash without a cry: for he felt that pride swelling in his heart which would have kept down a shriek to the last, though they had roasted him alive. But now, when there were none to see or hear him, he fell upon his knees on the floor; and, hiding his face in his hands, wept such tears as, God send for the credit of our nature, few so young may ever have cause to pour out before him!

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Essa torrente de lágrimas não deixou alternativa ao Sr. Sowerberry. Se hesitasse um só instante em castigar Oliver com a máxima severidade, todo leitor experiente compreenderá que, segundo todos os precedentes estabelecidos nas disputas conjugais, ele seria um bruto, um marido desnaturado, uma criatura insultante, uma imitação vil de homem e várias outras personagens agradáveis, numerosas demais para serem enumeradas nos limites deste capítulo. Para lhe fazer justiça, dentro de suas forças - que não eram muito grandes - , ele se inclinava a tratar o menino com bondade; talvez por interesse, talvez porque a esposa não gostasse dele. A torrente de lágrimas, contudo, não lhe deixou saída; assim, aplicou-lhe imediatamente um castigo que satisfez até a própria Sra. Sowerberry e tornou um tanto desnecessário o posterior uso da bengala paroquial pelo Sr. Bumble. Durante o resto do dia, Oliver ficou trancado na cozinha dos fundos, na companhia de uma bomba-d’água e uma fatia de pão; e, à noite, a Sra. Sowerberry, depois de fazer do lado de fora da porta várias observações nada elogiosas à memória de sua mãe, olhou para dentro e, entre os escárnios e gestos de Noah e Charlotte, mandou-o subir para a cama sombria.

Somente quando ficou sozinho no silêncio e na imobilidade da sombria oficina do agente funerário Oliver cedeu aos sentimentos que o tratamento daquele dia provavelmente despertaria numa simples criança. Ouvira os insultos com desprezo e suportara os golpes sem um grito, pois sentia no coração um orgulho que lhe teria contido o clamor até o fim, por pior que fosse o sofrimento. Mas agora, sem ninguém para vê-lo ou ouvi-lo, caiu de joelhos no chão, escondeu o rosto nas mãos e derramou lágrimas que, queira Deus, para crédito de nossa natureza, poucas crianças tão novas tenham motivo para derramar!

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Oliver permaneceu naquela posição por muito tempo. A vela estava quase no fim quando ele se levantou. Olhou ao redor com cuidado, escutou, abriu a porta silenciosamente e espiou lá fora.

Era uma noite fria, escura e sem vento. As estrelas pareciam mais distantes do que nunca, e as sombras imóveis das árvores pareciam a morte. Oliver fechou a porta em silêncio. Usando a última luz da vela, amarrou suas poucas roupas num lenço. Depois sentou-se num banco e esperou a manhã.

Ao primeiro raio de luz que passou pelas venezianas, Oliver se levantou e abriu a porta novamente. Olhou ao redor com nervosismo e hesitou por um momento. Depois fechou a porta atrás de si e saiu para a rua.

Olhou para a direita e para a esquerda, sem saber para onde fugir.

Lembrou-se de ver carroças subindo a colina quando saíam da cidade. Seguiu a mesma rota. Ao chegar a um caminho conhecido pelos campos, que mais adiante voltava à estrada, entrou nele e caminhou depressa.

Original English Version

For a long time, Oliver remained motionless in this attitude. The candle was burning low in the socket when he rose to his feet. Having gazed cautiously round him, and listened intently, he gently undid the fastenings of the door, and looked abroad.

It was a cold, dark night. The stars seemed, to the boy’s eyes, farther from the earth than he had ever seen them before; there was no wind; and the sombre shadows thrown by the trees upon the ground, looked sepulchral and death-like, from being so still. He softly reclosed the door. Having availed himself of the expiring light of the candle to tie up in a handkerchief the few articles of wearing apparel he had, sat himself down upon a bench, to wait for morning.

With the first ray of light that struggled through the crevices in the shutters, Oliver arose, and again unbarred the door. One timid look around - one moment’s pause of hesitation - he had closed it behind him, and was in the open street.

He looked to the right and to the left, uncertain whither to fly.

He remembered to have seen the waggons, as they went out, toiling up the hill. He took the same route; and arriving at a footpath across the fields, which he knew, after some distance, led out again into the road; struck into it, and walked quickly on.

Tradução Integral em Português

Por muito tempo, Oliver permaneceu imóvel nessa posição. A vela já se consumia no castiçal quando ele se levantou. Depois de olhar cautelosamente ao redor e escutar com atenção, soltou devagar os fechos da porta e espiou para fora.

Era uma noite fria e escura. Aos olhos do menino, as estrelas pareciam mais distantes da terra do que nunca; não havia vento; e as sombras sombrias lançadas pelas árvores ao chão pareciam sepulcrais e mortas, tamanha era sua imobilidade. Ele tornou a fechar a porta silenciosamente. Aproveitando a luz agonizante da vela para embrulhar num lenço as poucas peças de roupa que possuía, sentou-se num banco para esperar a manhã.

Ao primeiro raio de luz que atravessou com dificuldade as frestas das venezianas, Oliver se levantou e tornou a destrancar a porta. Um olhar tímido ao redor, um instante de hesitação: fechou-a atrás de si e estava na rua.

Olhou para a direita e para a esquerda, sem saber para onde fugir.

Lembrou-se de ter visto as carroças subindo penosamente a colina ao sair. Tomou o mesmo caminho e, chegando a uma trilha pelos campos que, como sabia, depois de certa distância voltava à estrada, entrou nela e avançou depressa.

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Oliver se lembrou de caminhar por aquele caminho ao lado do Sr. Bumble quando foi levado da fazenda ao asilo pela primeira vez. O caminho passava bem diante da casa. Seu coração bateu depressa, e ele quase voltou. Mas já tinha avançado muito e perderia bastante tempo. Também era cedo, portanto era pouco provável que alguém o visse. Ele continuou.

Chegou à casa, onde ninguém parecia acordado. Oliver espiou o jardim e viu uma criança arrancando ervas daninhas. O menino ergueu o rosto pálido, e Oliver reconheceu um antigo companheiro. Ficou feliz por ver seu amigo mais novo e companheiro de brincadeiras antes de partir. Muitas vezes tinham sido espancados, deixados com fome e trancados juntos.

- Silêncio, Dick! - disse Oliver quando o menino correu até o portão e passou o braço magro entre as grades. - Alguém está acordado?

- Ninguém além de mim - respondeu a criança.

- Você não deve dizer que me viu, Dick - disse Oliver. - Estou fugindo porque eles me batem e me maltratam. Vou para longe buscar uma vida melhor, embora não saiba para onde. Como você está pálido!

Original English Version

Along this same footpath, Oliver well-remembered he had trotted beside Mr. Bumble, when he first carried him to the workhouse from the farm. His way lay directly in front of the cottage. His heart beat quickly when he bethought himself of this; and he half resolved to turn back. He had come a long way though, and should lose a great deal of time by doing so. Besides, it was so early that there was very little fear of his being seen; so he walked on.

He reached the house. There was no appearance of its inmates stirring at that early hour. Oliver stopped, and peeped into the garden. A child was weeding one of the little beds; as he stopped, he raised his pale face and disclosed the features of one of his former companions. Oliver felt glad to see him, before he went; for, though younger than himself, he had been his little friend and playmate. They had been beaten, and starved, and shut up together, many and many a time.

“Hush, Dick!” said Oliver, as the boy ran to the gate, and thrust his thin arm between the rails to greet him. “Is any one up?”

“Nobody but me,” replied the child.

“You musn’t say you saw me, Dick,” said Oliver. “I am running away. They beat and ill-use me, Dick; and I am going to seek my fortune, some long way off. I don’t know where. How pale you are!”

Tradução Integral em Português

Oliver lembrava-se bem de ter trotado por aquela mesma trilha ao lado do Sr. Bumble quando este o levara da granja ao asilo. O caminho passava diretamente diante da casa. Seu coração bateu depressa ao pensar nisso, e ele quase resolveu voltar. Já percorrera, porém, uma longa distância e perderia muito tempo. Além disso, era tão cedo que havia pouco perigo de ser visto; por isso continuou.

Chegou à casa. Nada indicava que seus moradores se movessem tão cedo. Oliver parou e espiou o jardim. Uma criança arrancava ervas de um dos pequenos canteiros; quando Oliver parou, ela ergueu o rosto pálido e revelou os traços de um de seus antigos companheiros. Oliver alegrou-se de vê-lo antes de partir; embora mais novo, fora seu amiguinho e companheiro de brincadeiras. Tinham sido espancados, deixados com fome e trancados juntos muitas e muitas vezes.

“Silêncio, Dick!”, disse Oliver quando o menino correu ao portão e enfiou o braço fino entre as grades para cumprimentá-lo. “Há alguém acordado?”

“Ninguém além de mim”, respondeu a criança.

“Não deve dizer que me viu, Dick”, disse Oliver. “Estou fugindo. Eles me batem e maltratam, Dick; vou procurar minha sorte bem longe daqui. Não sei onde. Como você está pálido!”

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- Ouvi o médico dizer que estou morrendo - respondeu a criança com um sorriso fraco. - Estou muito feliz por vê-lo, querido, mas não fique aqui!

- Ficarei o bastante para me despedir - respondeu Oliver. - Vou vê-lo novamente, Dick. Sei que vou! Você ficará saudável e feliz!

- Espero que sim - respondeu a criança. - Depois que eu morrer, mas não antes. O médico deve estar certo, porque sonho muito com o Céu, com anjos e com rostos bondosos que nunca vejo acordado. Beije-me. A criança subiu no portão baixo e pôs os bracinhos ao redor do pescoço de Oliver. - Adeus, querido! Deus o abençoe!

A bênção veio de uma criança pequena, mas foi a primeira que Oliver recebeu na vida. Durante todas as lutas, sofrimentos, dificuldades e mudanças dos anos seguintes, ele nunca a esqueceu.

Original English Version

“I heard the doctor tell them I was dying,” replied the child with a faint smile. “I am very glad to see you, dear; but don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Yes, yes, I will, to say good-b’ye to you,” replied Oliver. “I shall see you again, Dick. I know I shall! You will be well and happy!”

“I hope so,” replied the child. “After I am dead, but not before. I know the doctor must be right, Oliver, because I dream so much of Heaven, and Angels, and kind faces that I never see when I am awake. Kiss me,” said the child, climbing up the low gate, and flinging his little arms round Oliver’s neck. “Good-b’ye, dear! God bless you!”

The blessing was from a young child’s lips, but it was the first that Oliver had ever heard invoked upon his head; and through the struggles and sufferings, and troubles and changes, of his after life, he never once forgot it.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Ouvi o médico dizer que estou morrendo”, respondeu a criança com um sorriso fraco. “Fico muito feliz em vê-lo, querido; mas não pare, não pare!”

“Sim, sim, vou parar para me despedir de você”, respondeu Oliver. “Eu o verei de novo, Dick. Sei que verei! Você ficará bem e feliz!”

“Espero que sim”, respondeu a criança. “Depois de morrer, mas não antes. Sei que o médico deve ter razão, Oliver, porque sonho muito com o Céu, os Anjos e rostos bondosos que nunca vejo quando estou acordado. Dê-me um beijo”, disse a criança, subindo no portão baixo e passando os bracinhos pelo pescoço de Oliver. “Adeus, querido! Deus o abençoe!”

A bênção viera dos lábios de uma criança, mas era a primeira que Oliver ouvira invocar sobre sua cabeça; e, através das lutas, sofrimentos, dificuldades e mudanças de sua vida posterior, nunca a esqueceu.

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CHAPTER VIII. Oliver Walks to London. He Encounters on the Road a Strange Sort of Young Gentleman

Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Oliver chegou ao fim do caminho e voltou à estrada principal. Eram oito horas. Embora estivesse a quase cinco milhas da cidade, correu e se escondeu atrás de cercas alternadamente até o meio-dia, com medo de ser capturado. Então descansou ao lado de um marco de pedra e pensou pela primeira vez onde deveria tentar viver.

Letras grandes na pedra diziam que Londres ficava exatamente a setenta milhas. O nome deu a Oliver uma nova ideia.

Londres! Era um lugar tão enorme que ninguém, nem mesmo o Sr. Bumble, poderia encontrá-lo ali. Homens idosos do asilo diziam que um menino corajoso não precisava passar fome em Londres, pois a grande cidade oferecia maneiras de viver desconhecidas no campo. Parecia o lugar perfeito para um menino sem lar que morreria se ninguém o ajudasse. Oliver se levantou de um salto e continuou caminhando.

Original English Version

Oliver reached the stile at which the by-path terminated; and once more gained the high-road. It was eight o’clock now. Though he was nearly five miles away from the town, he ran, and hid behind the hedges, by turns, till noon, fearing that he might be pursued and overtaken. Then he sat down to rest by the side of the milestone, and began to think, for the first time, where he had better go and try to live.

The stone by which he was seated, bore, in large characters, an intimation that it was just seventy miles from that spot to London. The name awakened a new train of ideas in the boy’s mind.

London! - that great place! - nobody - not even Mr. Bumble - could ever find him there! He had often heard the old men in the workhouse, too, say that no lad of spirit need want in London; and that there were ways of living in that vast city, which those who had been bred up in country parts had no idea of. It was the very place for a homeless boy, who must die in the streets unless some one helped him. As these things passed through his thoughts, he jumped upon his feet, and again walked forward.

Tradução Integral em Português

Oliver chegou à cerca onde terminava o atalho e voltou à estrada principal. Eram agora oito horas. Embora já estivesse a quase oito quilômetros da cidade, correu e escondeu-se alternadamente atrás das sebes até o meio-dia, com medo de ser perseguido e alcançado. Então se sentou para descansar junto ao marco da estrada e começou a pensar, pela primeira vez, onde seria melhor ir e tentar viver.

O marco junto ao qual estava sentado anunciava em letras grandes que Londres ficava a exatamente setenta milhas dali. O nome despertou uma nova série de ideias na mente do menino.

Londres! - aquele lugar imenso! - ninguém, nem mesmo o Sr. Bumble, conseguiria encontrá-lo ali! Muitas vezes ouvira os velhos do asilo dizerem que nenhum rapaz de coragem passaria necessidade em Londres e que naquela vasta cidade havia maneiras de viver que os criados no campo nem imaginavam. Era o lugar certo para um menino sem lar, que morreria nas ruas se ninguém o ajudasse. Enquanto esses pensamentos lhe passavam pela mente, ele se levantou de um salto e retomou a caminhada.

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Oliver caminhou mais quatro milhas antes de se lembrar de como seria difícil a viagem. Diminuiu o passo e examinou seus recursos. Seu embrulho continha um pedaço de pão, uma camisa grosseira e dois pares de meias. Também tinha um penny, dado por Sowerberry depois de um funeral em que se saíra bem. Essas coisas eram úteis, mas não bastavam para uma caminhada de sessenta e cinco milhas no inverno. Oliver via claramente seus problemas, mas não encontrava solução. Passou o embrulho para o outro ombro e continuou.

Oliver caminhou vinte milhas naquele dia, comendo apenas o pão seco e bebendo água que pedia nas casas. À noite, entrou num campo e deitou-se sob um monte de feno. No início, teve medo do vento sobre os campos vazios. Estava com frio, fome e mais sozinho do que nunca. Mas estava exausto e logo adormeceu.

Original English Version

He had diminished the distance between himself and London by full four miles more, before he recollected how much he must undergo ere he could hope to reach his place of destination. As this consideration forced itself upon him, he slackened his pace a little, and meditated upon his means of getting there. He had a crust of bread, a coarse shirt, and two pairs of stockings, in his bundle. He had a penny too - a gift of Sowerberry’s after some funeral in which he had acquitted himself more than ordinarily well - in his pocket. “A clean shirt,” thought Oliver, “is a very comfortable thing; and so are two pairs of darned stockings; and so is a penny; but they are small helps to a sixty-five miles’ walk in winter time.” But Oliver’s thoughts, like those of most other people, although they were extremely ready and active to point out his difficulties, were wholly at a loss to suggest any feasible mode of surmounting them; so, after a good deal of thinking to no particular purpose, he changed his little bundle over to the other shoulder, and trudged on.

Oliver walked twenty miles that day; and all that time tasted nothing but the crust of dry bread, and a few draughts of water, which he begged at the cottage-doors by the road-side. When the night came, he turned into a meadow; and, creeping close under a hay-rick, determined to lie there, till morning. He felt frightened at first, for the wind moaned dismally over the empty fields, and he was cold and hungry, and more alone than he had ever felt before. Being very tired with his walk, however, he soon fell asleep and forgot his troubles.

Tradução Integral em Português

Oliver reduziu em mais quatro milhas a distância até Londres antes de recordar tudo quanto teria de suportar para chegar ao destino. Quando essa consideração se impôs, diminuiu um pouco o passo e refletiu nos meios para chegar lá. No embrulho, tinha uma crosta de pão, uma camisa grosseira e dois pares de meias. Tinha também no bolso um penny, presente de Sowerberry depois de um funeral em que se saíra especialmente bem. “Uma camisa limpa”, pensou Oliver, “é coisa muito confortável; dois pares de meias remendadas também; e um penny também; mas ajudam pouco numa caminhada de sessenta e cinco milhas durante o inverno.” Mas os pensamentos de Oliver, como os da maioria das pessoas, embora muito prontos e ativos para apontar dificuldades, eram inteiramente incapazes de sugerir qualquer maneira viável de vencê-las; assim, depois de pensar bastante sem resultado, passou o pequeno embrulho para o outro ombro e seguiu penosamente.

Oliver caminhou trinta e dois quilômetros naquele dia e, durante todo esse tempo, não provou nada além da crosta de pão seco e de alguns goles de água que pediu nas portas das casas à beira da estrada. Quando anoiteceu, entrou num prado e, encolhendo-se junto a um monte de feno, resolveu ficar ali até a manhã. No início sentiu medo, pois o vento gemia tristemente sobre os campos vazios; estava com frio, com fome e mais sozinho do que jamais se sentira. Muito cansado da caminhada, porém, logo adormeceu e esqueceu as dificuldades.

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Na manhã seguinte, Oliver estava com frio, rígido e com tanta fome que gastou seu penny num pequeno pão na primeira aldeia. Caminhara apenas doze milhas quando a noite caiu novamente. Seus pés doíam e suas pernas fracas tremiam. Outra noite no ar frio e úmido o deixou pior. Na manhã seguinte, mal conseguia se mover.

Oliver esperou uma carruagem no pé de uma colina íngreme e pediu ajuda aos passageiros sentados do lado de fora. Poucos o notaram. Alguns prometeram meio penny se ele corresse ao lado da carruagem até o alto. Oliver tentou, mas estava cansado e dolorido demais. Os passageiros guardaram as moedas, chamaram-no de preguiçoso e o deixaram numa nuvem de poeira.

Algumas aldeias exibiam placas avisando que mendigos seriam enviados à prisão. Oliver fugia delas com medo. Nas hospedarias, os donos mandavam empregados expulsá-lo porque achavam que ele poderia roubar. Fazendeiros o ameaçavam com cães, e lojistas mencionavam o bedel. Isso assustava Oliver profundamente, sobretudo porque o medo muitas vezes era a única coisa que sentia no estômago vazio durante horas.

Original English Version

He felt cold and stiff, when he got up next morning, and so hungry that he was obliged to exchange the penny for a small loaf, in the very first village through which he passed. He had walked no more than twelve miles, when night closed in again. His feet were sore, and his legs so weak that they trembled beneath him. Another night passed in the bleak damp air, made him worse; when he set forward on his journey next morning he could hardly crawl along.

He waited at the bottom of a steep hill till a stage-coach came up, and then begged of the outside passengers; but there were very few who took any notice of him: and even those told him to wait till they got to the top of the hill, and then let them see how far he could run for a halfpenny. Poor Oliver tried to keep up with the coach a little way, but was unable to do it, by reason of his fatigue and sore feet. When the outsides saw this, they put their halfpence back into their pockets again, declaring that he was an idle young dog, and didn’t deserve anything; and the coach rattled away and left only a cloud of dust behind.

In some villages, large painted boards were fixed up: warning all persons who begged within the district, that they would be sent to jail. This frightened Oliver very much, and made him glad to get out of those villages with all possible expedition. In others, he would stand about the inn-yards, and look mournfully at every one who passed: a proceeding which generally terminated in the landlady’s ordering one of the post-boys who were lounging about, to drive that strange boy out of the place, for she was sure he had come to steal something. If he begged at a farmer’s house, ten to one but they threatened to set the dog on him; and when he showed his nose in a shop, they talked about the beadle - which brought Oliver’s heart into his mouth, - very often the only thing he had there, for many hours together.

Tradução Integral em Português

Ao se levantar na manhã seguinte, sentia-se frio e rígido, e com tanta fome que foi obrigado a trocar o penny por um pão pequeno na primeira aldeia por onde passou. Não caminhara mais de dezenove quilômetros quando a noite caiu outra vez. Seus pés doíam, e as pernas estavam tão fracas que tremiam. Outra noite passada no ar frio e úmido deixou-o pior; quando retomou a viagem na manhã seguinte, mal conseguia arrastar-se.

Esperou ao pé de uma colina íngreme até chegar uma diligência e então pediu ajuda aos passageiros que viajavam do lado de fora; poucos lhe deram atenção, e até esses mandaram-no esperar até o topo da colina para mostrar quanto conseguiria correr por meio penny. O pobre Oliver tentou acompanhar a carruagem por algum trecho, mas não conseguiu por causa do cansaço e dos pés doloridos. Ao verem isso, os passageiros tornaram a guardar as moedas, declarando que ele era um jovem vagabundo e não merecia nada; a diligência afastou-se ruidosamente, deixando apenas uma nuvem de poeira.

Em algumas aldeias havia grandes placas pintadas advertindo que qualquer pessoa que mendigasse no distrito seria enviada à prisão. Isso assustava muito Oliver e o fazia sair dali com toda a rapidez possível. Em outras, ficava nos pátios das hospedarias olhando tristemente para todos os que passavam; isso em geral terminava quando a proprietária mandava algum dos cocheiros ociosos expulsar aquele menino estranho, pois tinha certeza de que viera roubar alguma coisa. Se pedisse ajuda numa fazenda, era quase certo que ameaçariam soltar o cão; e, quando punha o nariz numa loja, falavam do bedel, fazendo o coração de Oliver subir à boca - muitas vezes a única coisa que tinha nela durante horas seguidas.

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Sem um bondoso cobrador de pedágio e uma velha generosa, Oliver certamente teria morrido na estrada como sua mãe. O cobrador lhe deu pão e queijo. A velha tinha um neto náufrago vagando descalço em algum lugar distante e sentiu pena de Oliver. Deu-lhe mais do que podia, com palavras gentis e lágrimas. Sua compaixão tocou Oliver mais profundamente do que todo o sofrimento.

Cedo na sétima manhã, Oliver entrou lentamente em Barnet, mancando. As venezianas estavam fechadas, a rua estava vazia e ninguém acordara. O belo nascer do sol apenas lhe mostrou como estava solitário e miserável, sentado num degrau, coberto de poeira e com os pés sangrando.

Aos poucos, as venezianas se abriram, as persianas subiram e as pessoas começaram a circular pela rua. Algumas pararam para encarar Oliver ou olharam para trás enquanto passavam depressa. Ninguém ajudou nem perguntou como ele chegara ali. Não tinha coragem de mendigar, por isso continuou sentado.

Original English Version

In fact, if it had not been for a good-hearted turnpike-man, and a benevolent old lady, Oliver’s troubles would have been shortened by the very same process which had put an end to his mother’s; in other words, he would most assuredly have fallen dead upon the king’s highway. But the turnpike-man gave him a meal of bread and cheese; and the old lady, who had a shipwrecked grandson wandering barefoot in some distant part of the earth, took pity upon the poor orphan, and gave him what little she could afford - and more - with such kind and gentle words, and such tears of sympathy and compassion, that they sank deeper into Oliver’s soul, than all the sufferings he had ever undergone.

Early on the seventh morning after he had left his native place, Oliver limped slowly into the little town of Barnet. The window-shutters were closed; the street was empty; not a soul had awakened to the business of the day. The sun was rising in all its splendid beauty; but the light only served to show the boy his own lonesomeness and desolation, as he sat, with bleeding feet and covered with dust, upon a door-step.

By degrees, the shutters were opened; the window-blinds were drawn up; and people began passing to and fro. Some few stopped to gaze at Oliver for a moment or two, or turned round to stare at him as they hurried by; but none relieved him, or troubled themselves to inquire how he came there. He had no heart to beg. And there he sat.

Tradução Integral em Português

Na verdade, não fosse um bondoso cobrador de pedágio e uma velha benevolente, as dificuldades de Oliver teriam terminado pelo mesmo processo que encerrara as de sua mãe; em outras palavras, sem dúvida ele teria caído morto na estrada real. Mas o cobrador deu-lhe uma refeição de pão e queijo; e a velha, que tinha um neto náufrago vagando descalço por alguma parte distante do mundo, compadeceu-se do pobre órfão e deu-lhe o pouco que podia - e mais - , com palavras tão bondosas e gentis e lágrimas de tanta solidariedade e compaixão que penetraram mais fundo na alma de Oliver que todos os sofrimentos já suportados.

Cedo, na sétima manhã depois de deixar sua terra natal, Oliver entrou mancando devagar na pequena cidade de Barnet. As venezianas estavam fechadas; a rua, vazia; ninguém despertara para os afazeres do dia. O sol nascia em toda a sua esplêndida beleza; mas a luz só servia para mostrar ao menino a própria solidão e desolação enquanto, com os pés feridos e coberto de poeira, se sentava num degrau de porta.

Aos poucos, abriram-se as venezianas; ergueram-se as persianas; e as pessoas começaram a ir e vir. Algumas pararam por um ou dois instantes para contemplar Oliver, ou se viraram para olhá-lo enquanto passavam depressa; mas ninguém o socorreu nem se deu ao trabalho de perguntar como chegara ali. Ele não tinha coragem para pedir. E ali ficou sentado.

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Oliver ficou ali por algum tempo, observando as muitas tavernas e as carruagens que passavam. Parecia estranho que elas percorressem em horas a distância que lhe exigira toda a coragem durante uma semana. Então notou um menino que passara antes e voltara para examiná-lo do outro lado da rua. A princípio Oliver o ignorou, mas o garoto encarou por tanto tempo que Oliver retribuiu o olhar. O menino atravessou a rua, aproximou-se e falou.

- Olá, amigo! Qual é o problema?

O menino tinha mais ou menos a idade de Oliver, mas parecia muito estranho. Tinha nariz curto, testa baixa, um rosto comum e sujo e os modos de um homem adulto. Era baixo, com as pernas um pouco tortas e olhos pequenos e penetrantes. Seu chapéu quase caía até que um movimento brusco da cabeça o colocava de volta no lugar. O casaco de homem quase chegava aos calcanhares, e as mangas estavam dobradas para que pudesse manter as mãos nos bolsos da calça. Embora muito pequeno, comportava-se como o mais ousado dos jovens cavalheiros.

Original English Version

He had been crouching on the step for some time: wondering at the great number of public-houses (every other house in Barnet was a tavern, large or small), gazing listlessly at the coaches as they passed through, and thinking how strange it seemed that they could do, with ease, in a few hours, what it had taken him a whole week of courage and determination beyond his years to accomplish: when he was roused by observing that a boy, who had passed him carelessly some minutes before, had returned, and was now surveying him most earnestly from the opposite side of the way. He took little heed of this at first; but the boy remained in the same attitude of close observation so long, that Oliver raised his head, and returned his steady look. Upon this, the boy crossed over; and walking close up to Oliver, said,

“Hullo, my covey! What’s the row?”

The boy who addressed this inquiry to the young wayfarer, was about his own age: but one of the queerest looking boys that Oliver had even seen. He was a snub-nosed, flat-browed, common-faced boy enough; and as dirty a juvenile as one would wish to see; but he had about him all the airs and manners of a man. He was short of his age: with rather bow-legs, and little, sharp, ugly eyes. His hat was stuck on the top of his head so lightly, that it threatened to fall off every moment - and would have done so, very often, if the wearer had not had a knack of every now and then giving his head a sudden twitch, which brought it back to its old place again. He wore a man’s coat, which reached nearly to his heels. He had turned the cuffs back, half-way up his arm, to get his hands out of the sleeves: apparently with the ultimate view of thrusting them into the pockets of his corduroy trousers; for there he kept them. He was, altogether, as roystering and swaggering a young gentleman as ever stood four feet six, or something less, in the bluchers.

Tradução Integral em Português

Oliver estava encolhido no degrau havia algum tempo, admirando-se com o grande número de tavernas - uma em cada duas casas de Barnet, grande ou pequena - , contemplando apaticamente as diligências que passavam e pensando como era estranho que fizessem com facilidade, em poucas horas, o que lhe custara uma semana inteira de coragem e determinação superiores à idade, quando percebeu que um menino que passara por ele sem atenção alguns minutos antes voltara e agora o observava com grande interesse do outro lado da rua. A princípio não lhe deu muita importância; mas o menino permaneceu tanto tempo na mesma atitude de observação atenta que Oliver ergueu a cabeça e retribuiu-lhe o olhar firme. Então o menino atravessou a rua, aproximou-se de Oliver e disse:

“E aí, parceiro! Qual é o problema?”

O menino que fez essa pergunta ao jovem viajante tinha mais ou menos sua idade, mas era um dos meninos de aparência mais estranha que Oliver já vira. Tinha nariz achatado, testa baixa e rosto bastante comum; e era tão sujo quanto se poderia desejar ver um jovem; mas possuía todos os ares e modos de um homem. Era baixo para a idade, com pernas um pouco arqueadas e olhinhos penetrantes e feios. O chapéu repousava tão levemente no alto da cabeça que ameaçava cair a todo instante - e teria caído muitas vezes se o dono não tivesse o hábito de dar de vez em quando um movimento súbito com a cabeça para recolocá-lo no lugar. Usava um casaco de homem que quase lhe chegava aos calcanhares. Dobara os punhos até a metade dos braços para tirar as mãos das mangas, aparentemente com o objetivo final de enfiá-las nos bolsos das calças de veludo cotelê, onde as mantinha. No conjunto, era o jovem cavalheiro mais fanfarrão e atrevido que já medira um metro e trinta e sete, ou um pouco menos, dentro de sapatos grosseiros.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Olá, amigo! O que há de errado? - perguntou novamente a Oliver aquele estranho jovem cavalheiro.

- Estou com muita fome e cansado - respondeu Oliver, com lágrimas nos olhos. - Vim de muito longe. Estou caminhando há sete dias.

- Caminhando há sete dias! - disse o menino. - Ah, entendo. Foi ordem de um magistrado? Mas talvez você não saiba como chamamos um magistrado, meu esperto companheiro.

Oliver respondeu calmamente que sempre ouvira aquela palavra ser usada para o bico de um pássaro.

- Como você é inocente! - exclamou o menino. - Essa palavra significa magistrado. Quando um magistrado manda você caminhar, você sobe para a prisão e nunca mais desce. Nunca trabalhou no moinho da prisão?

- Que moinho? - perguntou Oliver.

- O moinho da prisão, é claro. É pequeno o bastante para funcionar dentro de uma cadeia e trabalha melhor quando há poucos operários. Mas venha, você precisa de comida e terá um pouco. Eu mesmo quase não tenho dinheiro, mas dividirei o que possuo. Fique de pé. Vamos!

Original English Version

“Hullo, my covey! What’s the row?” said this strange young gentleman to Oliver.

“I am very hungry and tired,” replied Oliver: the tears standing in his eyes as he spoke. “I have walked a long way. I have been walking these seven days.”

“Walking for sivin days!” said the young gentleman. “Oh, I see. Beak’s order, eh? But,” he added, noticing Oliver’s look of surprise, “I suppose you don’t know what a beak is, my flash com-pan-i-on.”

Oliver mildly replied, that he had always heard a bird’s mouth described by the term in question.

“My eyes, how green!” exclaimed the young gentleman. “Why, a beak’s a madgst’rate; and when you walk by a beak’s order, it’s not straight forerd, but always agoing up, and niver a coming down agin. Was you never on the mill?”

“What mill?” inquired Oliver.

“What mill! Why, _the_ mill - the mill as takes up so little room that it’ll work inside a Stone Jug; and always goes better when the wind’s low with people, than when it’s high; acos then they can’t get workmen. But come,” said the young gentleman; “you want grub, and you shall have it. I’m at low-water-mark myself - only one bob and a magpie; but, as far as it goes, I’ll fork out and stump. Up with you on your pins. There! Now then! Morrice!”

Tradução Integral em Português

“E aí, parceiro! Qual é o problema?”, disse esse estranho jovem cavalheiro a Oliver.

“Estou com muita fome e cansado”, respondeu Oliver, com lágrimas nos olhos enquanto falava. “Caminhei uma longa distância. Estou caminhando há sete dias.”

“Caminhando há sete dia!”, disse o jovem cavalheiro. “Ah, entendo. Ordem do bico, é? Mas”, acrescentou ao notar o olhar surpreso de Oliver, “acho que você não sabe o que é um bico, meu elegante com-pa-nhei-ro.”

Oliver respondeu com brandura que sempre ouvira chamar de bico a boca de um pássaro.

“Minha nossa, como é inocente!”, exclamou o jovem cavalheiro. “Ora, bico é magistrado; e, quando você caminha por ordem de um bico, não segue reto pra frente, mas sempre sobe e nunca desce de novo. Nunca esteve na roda?”

“Que roda?”, perguntou Oliver.

“Que roda! Ora, _a_ roda - a roda que ocupa tão pouco espaço que funciona dentro de uma cadeia; e sempre funciona melhor quando há pouca gente disponível do que quando há muita, pois então não conseguem trabalhadores. Mas vamos”, disse o jovem cavalheiro; “você quer comida e vai ter. Eu mesmo estou na maré baixa - só tenho um xelim e meio penny - , mas, até onde der, vou abrir a bolsa e pagar. Levante-se. Isso! Agora! Andando!”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

O jovem cavalheiro ajudou Oliver a se levantar e o levou a uma loja próxima. Comprou presunto cozido e um pão pequeno, colocando o presunto dentro de um buraco no pão para protegê-lo da poeira. Depois levou Oliver à sala dos fundos de uma pequena taverna e pediu cerveja. Oliver fez uma refeição longa e satisfatória enquanto o estranho menino o observava com atenção.

- Você está indo para Londres? - perguntou o menino estranho quando Oliver terminou de comer.

- Sim.

- Tem onde ficar?

- Não.

- Algum dinheiro?

- Não.

O menino estranho assobiou e enfiou os braços nos bolsos até onde as grandes mangas do casaco permitiam.

- Você mora em Londres? - perguntou Oliver.

- Sim, quando estou em casa - respondeu o menino. - Suponho que precise de algum lugar para dormir esta noite?

- Com certeza - respondeu Oliver. - Não durmo sob um teto desde que deixei o campo.

- Não se preocupe com isso - disse o menino. - Preciso estar em Londres esta noite e conheço lá um velho cavalheiro respeitável. Ele lhe dará uma cama de graça e não fará perguntas se alguém conhecido o apresentar. E certamente me conhece muito bem!

Original English Version

Assisting Oliver to rise, the young gentleman took him to an adjacent chandler’s shop, where he purchased a sufficiency of ready-dressed ham and a half-quartern loaf, or, as he himself expressed it, “a fourpenny bran!” the ham being kept clean and preserved from dust, by the ingenious expedient of making a hole in the loaf by pulling out a portion of the crumb, and stuffing it therein. Taking the bread under his arm, the young gentleman turned into a small public-house, and led the way to a tap-room in the rear of the premises. Here, a pot of beer was brought in, by direction of the mysterious youth; and Oliver, falling to, at his new friend’s bidding, made a long and hearty meal, during the progress of which the strange boy eyed him from time to time with great attention.

“Going to London?” said the strange boy, when Oliver had at length concluded.

“Yes.”

“Got any lodgings?”

“No.”

“Money?”

“No.”

The strange boy whistled; and put his arms into his pockets, as far as the big coat-sleeves would let them go.

“Do you live in London?” inquired Oliver.

“Yes. I do, when I’m at home,” replied the boy. “I suppose you want some place to sleep in tonight, don’t you?”

“I do, indeed,” answered Oliver. “I have not slept under a roof since I left the country.”

“Don’t fret your eyelids on that score,” said the young gentleman. “I’ve got to be in London tonight; and I know a ’spectable old gentleman as lives there, wot’ll give you lodgings for nothink, and never ask for the change - that is, if any gentleman he knows interduces you. And don’t he know me? Oh, no! Not in the least! By no means. Certainly not!”

Tradução Integral em Português

Ajudando Oliver a se levantar, o jovem cavalheiro levou-o a uma mercearia próxima, onde comprou presunto pronto em quantidade suficiente e meio pão de duas libras, ou, como ele próprio disse, “um farelento de quatro pence!”. O presunto foi mantido limpo e protegido da poeira pelo engenhoso expediente de abrir um buraco no pão, retirar parte do miolo e enfiá-lo dentro. Com o pão debaixo do braço, o jovem entrou numa pequena taverna e conduziu Oliver a uma sala nos fundos. Ali trouxeram, por ordem do jovem misterioso, uma caneca de cerveja; e Oliver, atendendo ao convite do novo amigo, fez uma refeição longa e substanciosa, durante a qual o estranho menino o observou de vez em quando com muita atenção.

“Vai para Londres?”, perguntou o estranho menino quando Oliver enfim terminou.

“Sim.”

“Tem alojamento?”

“Não.”

“Dinheiro?”

“Não.”

O estranho menino assobiou e enfiou os braços nos bolsos até onde permitiam as grandes mangas do casaco.

“Você mora em Londres?”, perguntou Oliver.

“Sim. Moro, quando estou em casa”, respondeu o menino. “Suponho que queira um lugar para dormir esta noite, não quer?”

“Quero mesmo”, respondeu Oliver. “Não durmo sob um teto desde que deixei o campo.”

“Não gaste as pálpebras se preocupando com isso”, disse o jovem cavalheiro. “Tenho de estar em Londres esta noite; e conheço um velho cavalheiro respeitave que mora lá, que vai lhe dar alojamento de graça e nunca pedir o troco - isto é, se algum cavalheiro conhecido dele o apresentar. E ele me conhece? Ah, não! Nem um pouco! De jeito nenhum. Certamente não!”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

O menino sorriu para mostrar que suas últimas palavras eram uma ironia brincalhona e terminou a cerveja.

A oferta inesperada de abrigo era atraente demais para ser recusada. O menino também prometeu que o velho cavalheiro logo encontraria uma posição confortável para Oliver. Eles começaram uma conversa mais aberta, e Oliver descobriu que seu novo amigo se chamava Jack Dawkins e era um favorito especial do velho cavalheiro.

A aparência de Dawkins não sugeria que seu protetor lhe desse muito conforto. Mas ele falava de modo descuidado e disse que os amigos íntimos o chamavam de Artful Dodger. Oliver concluiu que o garoto ignorara os conselhos morais do protetor. Planejou secretamente conquistar depressa a aprovação do velho cavalheiro e evitar Dawkins mais tarde se o menino se mostrasse impossível de melhorar.

Jack Dawkins não queria entrar em Londres antes do anoitecer, por isso chegaram a Islington quase às onze. Atravessaram várias estradas, ruas estreitas e bairros pobres. Dodger correu por Saffron Hill e mandou Oliver ficar bem perto dele.

Original English Version

The young gentleman smiled, as if to intimate that the latter fragments of discourse were playfully ironical; and finished the beer as he did so.

This unexpected offer of shelter was too tempting to be resisted; especially as it was immediately followed up, by the assurance that the old gentleman referred to, would doubtless provide Oliver with a comfortable place, without loss of time. This led to a more friendly and confidential dialogue; from which Oliver discovered that his friend’s name was Jack Dawkins, and that he was a peculiar pet and _protégé_ of the elderly gentleman before mentioned.

Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Under this impression, he secretly resolved to cultivate the good opinion of the old gentleman as quickly as possible; and, if he found the Dodger incorrigible, as he more than half suspected he should, to decline the honour of his farther acquaintance.

As John Dawkins objected to their entering London before nightfall, it was nearly eleven o’clock when they reached the turnpike at Islington. They crossed from the Angel into St. John’s Road; struck down the small street which terminates at Sadler’s Wells Theatre; through Exmouth Street and Coppice Row; down the little court by the side of the workhouse; across the classic ground which once bore the name of Hockley-in-the-Hole; thence into Little Saffron Hill; and so into Saffron Hill the Great: along which the Dodger scudded at a rapid pace, directing Oliver to follow close at his heels.

Tradução Integral em Português

O jovem cavalheiro sorriu, como para indicar que os últimos fragmentos do discurso eram ironia brincalhona, e terminou a cerveja enquanto o fazia.

Essa inesperada oferta de abrigo era tentadora demais para ser recusada, sobretudo porque foi imediatamente acompanhada da garantia de que o velho cavalheiro mencionado sem dúvida providenciaria um lugar confortável para Oliver sem demora. Isso levou a uma conversa mais amistosa e confidencial, na qual Oliver descobriu que seu amigo se chamava Jack Dawkins e era protegido especial e favorito do velho cavalheiro já mencionado.

A aparência do Sr. Dawkins não dizia muito em favor dos confortos que a influência de seu patrono conseguia para aqueles que tomava sob sua proteção; mas, como falava de maneira um tanto leviana e dissoluta e declarou ainda que entre os amigos íntimos era mais conhecido pelo apelido de “Dodger, o Ardiloso”, Oliver concluiu que, por ter um temperamento desregrado e descuidado, os preceitos morais de seu benfeitor tinham sido até então desperdiçados com ele. Sob essa impressão, resolveu secretamente conquistar o quanto antes a boa opinião do velho cavalheiro e, se descobrisse que Dodger era incorrigível, como já suspeitava, recusar a honra de continuar a conhecê-lo.

Como John Dawkins se opôs a entrarem em Londres antes do anoitecer, eram quase onze horas quando chegaram ao pedágio de Islington. Passaram do Angel para a St. John’s Road; entraram na pequena rua que termina no Sadler’s Wells Theatre; atravessaram Exmouth Street e Coppice Row; desceram pelo pequeno pátio ao lado do asilo; cruzaram o terreno clássico que um dia teve o nome de Hockley-in-the-Hole; dali foram para Little Saffron Hill e depois para Saffron Hill the Great, por onde Dodger avançou depressa, mandando Oliver segui-lo de perto.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Oliver precisava se esforçar para não perder o guia de vista, mas ainda olhava rapidamente ao redor. Nunca vira um lugar mais sujo ou miserável. A rua era estreita e lamacenta, e o ar tinha um cheiro terrível.

Havia muitas lojas pequenas, mas seu conteúdo principal parecia ser uma multidão de crianças entrando e saindo pelas portas ou gritando lá dentro. Apenas as tavernas pareciam prosperar. As pessoas discutiam em voz alta nelas. Passagens laterais revelavam grupos de casinhas onde homens e mulheres bêbados se deitavam na sujeira. Homens grandes e de aparência perigosa saíam de várias portas como se partissem para alguma atividade ruim.

Oliver pensava se deveria fugir quando chegaram ao pé da colina. Seu guia agarrou-lhe o braço, abriu a porta de uma casa perto de Field Lane, puxou-o para dentro e fechou-a atrás deles.

- Quem está aí? - chamou uma voz lá de baixo depois que Dodger assobiou.

- Está tudo bem! - veio a resposta.

Original English Version

Although Oliver had enough to occupy his attention in keeping sight of his leader, he could not help bestowing a few hasty glances on either side of the way, as he passed along. A dirtier or more wretched place he had never seen. The street was very narrow and muddy, and the air was impregnated with filthy odours.

There were a good many small shops; but the only stock in trade appeared to be heaps of children, who, even at that time of night, were crawling in and out at the doors, or screaming from the inside. The sole places that seemed to prosper amid the general blight of the place, were the public-houses; and in them, the lowest orders of Irish were wrangling with might and main. Covered ways and yards, which here and there diverged from the main street, disclosed little knots of houses, where drunken men and women were positively wallowing in filth; and from several of the door-ways, great ill-looking fellows were cautiously emerging, bound, to all appearance, on no very well-disposed or harmless errands.

Oliver was just considering whether he hadn’t better run away, when they reached the bottom of the hill. His conductor, catching him by the arm, pushed open the door of a house near Field Lane; and drawing him into the passage, closed it behind them.

“Now, then!” cried a voice from below, in reply to a whistle from the Dodger.

“Plummy and slam!” was the reply.

Tradução Integral em Português

Embora Oliver tivesse bastante com que ocupar a atenção para não perder de vista o guia, não pôde deixar de lançar olhares rápidos para os dois lados enquanto avançava. Jamais vira lugar mais sujo ou miserável. A rua era muito estreita e lamacenta, e o ar estava impregnado de odores imundos.

Havia muitas lojinhas; mas seu único estoque parecia ser montes de crianças que, mesmo àquela hora da noite, entravam e saíam engatinhando pelas portas ou gritavam lá dentro. Os únicos estabelecimentos que pareciam prosperar em meio à decadência geral eram as tavernas; nelas, os irlandeses de mais baixa condição discutiam com todas as forças. Passagens cobertas e pátios que aqui e ali se desviavam da rua principal revelavam pequenos grupos de casas onde homens e mulheres bêbados literalmente rolavam na imundície; de várias portas saíam com cautela sujeitos grandes e mal-encarados, aparentemente destinados a incumbências nada bondosas ou inofensivas.

Oliver pensava justamente se não seria melhor fugir quando chegaram ao pé da colina. Seu guia agarrou-o pelo braço, abriu a porta de uma casa perto de Field Lane e, puxando-o para o corredor, fechou-a atrás deles.

“E então?”, gritou uma voz lá de baixo, em resposta a um assobio de Dodger.

“Tudo certo e seguro!”, foi a resposta.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Aquilo parecia ser um sinal secreto de que tudo estava seguro. Uma vela fraca iluminou a parede distante, e o rosto de um homem apareceu por uma parte quebrada da velha escada.

- Há dois de vocês - disse o homem, estendendo a vela e protegendo os olhos com a mão. - Quem é o outro?

- Um novo amigo - respondeu Jack Dawkins, puxando Oliver para a frente.

- De onde ele veio?

- Do campo. Fagin está lá em cima?

- Sim, está separando os lenços. Subam! A vela recuou e o rosto desapareceu.

Oliver procurava o caminho com uma mão enquanto o companheiro segurava a outra com firmeza. Subiu com dificuldade a escada escura e quebrada, mas o guia avançou depressa e com facilidade porque a conhecia bem.

Dodger abriu a porta de um quarto nos fundos e puxou Oliver para dentro.

Original English Version

This seemed to be some watchword or signal that all was right; for the light of a feeble candle gleamed on the wall at the remote end of the passage; and a man’s face peeped out, from where a balustrade of the old kitchen staircase had been broken away.

“There’s two on you,” said the man, thrusting the candle farther out, and shielding his eyes with his hand. “Who’s the t’other one?”

“A new pal,” replied Jack Dawkins, pulling Oliver forward.

“Where did he come from?”

“Greenland. Is Fagin upstairs?”

“Yes, he’s a sortin’ the wipes. Up with you!” The candle was drawn back, and the face disappeared.

Oliver, groping his way with one hand, and having the other firmly grasped by his companion, ascended with much difficulty the dark and broken stairs: which his conductor mounted with an ease and expedition that showed he was well acquainted with them.

He threw open the door of a back-room, and drew Oliver in after him.

Tradução Integral em Português

Parecia ser alguma senha ou sinal de que tudo estava bem, pois a luz de uma vela fraca brilhou na parede do outro extremo do corredor; e o rosto de um homem espiou por onde fora arrancada parte do corrimão da velha escada da cozinha.

“Há dois aí”, disse o homem, estendendo mais a vela e protegendo os olhos com a mão. “Quem é o outro?”

“Um novo companheiro”, respondeu Jack Dawkins, puxando Oliver para a frente.

“De onde veio?”

“Da Groenlândia. Fagin está lá em cima?”

“Sim, está separando os lenços. Subam!” A vela recuou e o rosto desapareceu.

Tateando o caminho com uma das mãos e tendo a outra firmemente segura pelo companheiro, Oliver subiu com muita dificuldade a escada escura e quebrada, que seu guia vencia com facilidade e rapidez, demonstrando conhecê-la bem.

Ele escancarou a porta de um cômodo nos fundos e puxou Oliver atrás de si.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

A idade e a sujeira tinham deixado as paredes e o teto completamente negros. Uma mesa de madeira ficava junto ao fogo, com uma vela numa garrafa, vários copos de metal, pão, manteiga e um prato. Linguiças cozinhavam numa frigideira. Um velho magro, de cabelos ruivos embaraçados e rosto assustador, observava-as enquanto segurava um garfo. Vestia um roupão sujo. Muitos lenços de seda estavam pendurados por perto, e camas grosseiras feitas de sacos velhos cobriam o chão. Quatro ou cinco meninos estavam sentados ao redor da mesa, fumando cachimbos e bebendo como homens adultos. Cercaram Dodger, ouviram seu sussurro e sorriram para Oliver. O velho também sorriu.

- Aqui está ele, Fagin - disse Jack Dawkins. - Meu amigo Oliver Twist.

O velho sorriu, fez uma reverência, pegou a mão de Oliver e disse que esperava conhecê-lo bem. Os meninos com cachimbos se juntaram ao redor e apertaram as duas mãos de Oliver, especialmente a que segurava o embrulho. Um se ofereceu para pendurar seu boné, enquanto outro gentilmente enfiou as mãos nos bolsos de Oliver para poupá-lo do trabalho de esvaziá-los antes de dormir. Talvez continuassem esses serviços se Fagin não tivesse golpeado suas cabeças e ombros com o garfo.

Original English Version

The walls and ceiling of the room were perfectly black with age and dirt. There was a deal table before the fire: upon which were a candle, stuck in a ginger-beer bottle, two or three pewter pots, a loaf and butter, and a plate. In a frying-pan, which was on the fire, and which was secured to the mantelshelf by a string, some sausages were cooking; and standing over them, with a toasting-fork in his hand, was a very old shrivelled Jew, whose villainous-looking and repulsive face was obscured by a quantity of matted red hair. He was dressed in a greasy flannel gown, with his throat bare; and seemed to be dividing his attention between the frying-pan and the clothes-horse, over which a great number of silk handkerchiefs were hanging. Several rough beds made of old sacks, were huddled side by side on the floor. Seated round the table were four or five boys, none older than the Dodger, smoking long clay pipes, and drinking spirits with the air of middle-aged men. These all crowded about their associate as he whispered a few words to the Jew; and then turned round and grinned at Oliver. So did the Jew himself, toasting-fork in hand.

“This is him, Fagin,” said Jack Dawkins; “my friend Oliver Twist.”

The Jew grinned; and, making a low obeisance to Oliver, took him by the hand, and hoped he should have the honour of his intimate acquaintance. Upon this, the young gentleman with the pipes came round him, and shook both his hands very hard - especially the one in which he held his little bundle. One young gentleman was very anxious to hang up his cap for him; and another was so obliging as to put his hands in his pockets, in order that, as he was very tired, he might not have the trouble of emptying them, himself, when he went to bed. These civilities would probably be extended much farther, but for a liberal exercise of the Jew’s toasting-fork on the heads and shoulders of the affectionate youths who offered them.

Tradução Integral em Português

As paredes e o teto estavam completamente negros de idade e sujeira. Diante do fogo havia uma mesa de pinho, sobre a qual estavam uma vela enfiada numa garrafa de cerveja de gengibre, duas ou três canecas de estanho, um pão com manteiga e um prato. Numa frigideira sobre o fogo, presa à lareira por um barbante, cozinhavam algumas linguiças; diante delas, com um garfo de torrar na mão, estava um judeu muito velho e enrugado, cujo rosto repulsivo e de aparência vil era obscurecido por uma massa de cabelos ruivos emaranhados. Vestia um roupão engordurado de flanela, com a garganta descoberta, e parecia dividir a atenção entre a frigideira e o varal, do qual pendia grande quantidade de lenços de seda. Várias camas grosseiras feitas de sacos velhos amontoavam-se lado a lado no chão. Ao redor da mesa sentavam-se quatro ou cinco meninos, nenhum mais velho que Dodger, fumando longos cachimbos de barro e bebendo destilados com o ar de homens de meia-idade. Todos se aglomeraram em torno do companheiro enquanto ele sussurrava algumas palavras ao judeu; depois se viraram e sorriram para Oliver. O judeu fez o mesmo, ainda com o garfo na mão.

“É ele, Fagin”, disse Jack Dawkins; “meu amigo Oliver Twist.”

O judeu sorriu e, fazendo uma profunda reverência a Oliver, tomou-lhe a mão e disse esperar ter a honra de conhecê-lo intimamente. Então os jovens cavalheiros dos cachimbos o cercaram e apertaram com muita força as duas mãos - especialmente aquela em que segurava o pequeno embrulho. Um jovem cavalheiro estava muito ansioso para pendurar-lhe o boné; outro foi tão prestativo que lhe pôs as mãos nos bolsos, para que, estando muito cansado, não tivesse o trabalho de esvaziá-los quando fosse dormir. Essas cortesias provavelmente teriam ido muito além, não fosse o uso generoso que o judeu fez do garfo de torrar sobre a cabeça e os ombros dos afetuosos jovens que as ofereciam.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Estamos muito felizes em vê-lo, Oliver - disse Fagin. - Dodger, tire as linguiças e traga um assento perto do fogo para Oliver. Ah, você está olhando para os lenços, meu querido! São muitos, não são? Apenas os preparamos para lavar. Só isso. Ha, ha, ha!

Todos os promissores alunos do velho receberam o fim desse discurso com risadas altas. Depois jantaram.

Oliver comeu sua parte. Depois Fagin misturou gim quente com água e mandou que bebesse depressa porque outra pessoa precisava do copo. Oliver obedeceu. Pouco depois, sentiu alguém colocá-lo suavemente sobre um saco e caiu num sono profundo.

Original English Version

“We are very glad to see you, Oliver, very,” said the Jew. “Dodger, take off the sausages; and draw a tub near the fire for Oliver. Ah, you’re a-staring at the pocket-handkerchiefs! eh, my dear? There are a good many of ’em, ain’t there? We’ve just looked ’em out, ready for the wash; that’s all, Oliver; that’s all. Ha! ha! ha!”

The latter part of this speech, was hailed by a boisterous shout from all the hopeful pupils of the merry old gentleman. In the midst of which they went to supper.

Oliver ate his share, and the Jew then mixed him a glass of hot gin and water, telling him he must drink it off directly, because another gentleman wanted the tumbler. Oliver did as he was desired. Immediately afterwards he felt himself gently lifted on to one of the sacks; and then he sunk into a deep sleep.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Ficamos muito felizes em vê-lo, Oliver, muito felizes”, disse o judeu. “Dodger, tire as linguiças; e puxe um banco para Oliver junto ao fogo. Ah, está olhando para os lenços! Não é, meu querido? Há muitos, não há? Nós apenas os separamos para lavar; só isso, Oliver; só isso. Ha! Ha! Ha!”

A última parte desse discurso foi recebida com uma explosão ruidosa por todos os promissores pupilos do alegre velho cavalheiro. Em meio a ela, foram cear.

Oliver comeu sua parte; depois o judeu preparou-lhe um copo de gim quente com água e disse que precisava bebê-lo logo, porque outro cavalheiro queria o copo. Oliver fez o que lhe mandaram. Pouco depois sentiu que o levantavam suavemente até um dos sacos; então mergulhou num sono profundo.

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CHAPTER IX. Containing Further Particulars Concerning the Pleasant Old Gentleman, and His Hopeful Pupils

Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Era tarde na manhã seguinte quando Oliver acordou depois de um sono longo e profundo. Apenas Fagin estava no quarto. Ele fervia café numa panela e assobiava baixinho enquanto mexia com uma colher de ferro. Sempre que ouvia o menor som lá embaixo, parava para escutar. Depois de se tranquilizar, voltava a assobiar e mexer.

Embora Oliver tivesse acordado, não estava totalmente consciente. Entre o sono e a vigília, uma pessoa pode sonhar mais em cinco minutos com os olhos semicerrados do que durante muitas noites de sono profundo. Nesse estado, compreende em parte o grande poder da mente de ir além do tempo, do espaço e dos limites comuns do corpo.

Oliver estava exatamente nesse estado. Por entre os olhos semicerrados, viu Fagin, ouviu seu assobio baixo e reconheceu a colher raspando a panela. Ao mesmo tempo, sua mente estava ocupada com quase todas as pessoas que conhecera.

Quando o café ficou pronto, Fagin colocou a panela ao lado do fogo. Ficou parado, indeciso, por alguns minutos; depois se virou, olhou para Oliver e chamou seu nome. Oliver não respondeu e parecia estar dormindo.

Original English Version

It was late next morning when Oliver awoke, from a sound, long sleep. There was no other person in the room but the old Jew, who was boiling some coffee in a saucepan for breakfast, and whistling softly to himself as he stirred it round and round, with an iron spoon. He would stop every now and then to listen when there was the least noise below: and when he had satisfied himself, he would go on whistling and stirring again, as before.

Although Oliver had roused himself from sleep, he was not thoroughly awake. There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you, than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed, and your senses wrapt in perfect unconsciousness. At such time, a mortal knows just enough of what his mind is doing, to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers, its bounding from earth and spurning time and space, when freed from the restraint of its corporeal associate.

Oliver was precisely in this condition. He saw the Jew with his half-closed eyes; heard his low whistling; and recognised the sound of the spoon grating against the saucepan’s sides: and yet the self-same senses were mentally engaged, at the same time, in busy action with almost everybody he had ever known.

When the coffee was done, the Jew drew the saucepan to the hob. Standing, then in an irresolute attitude for a few minutes, as if he did not well know how to employ himself, he turned round and looked at Oliver, and called him by his name. He did not answer, and was to all appearances asleep.

Tradução Integral em Português

Era tarde na manhã seguinte quando Oliver despertou de um sono longo e profundo. Não havia outra pessoa no cômodo além do velho judeu, que fervia café numa panela para o desjejum e assobiava baixinho enquanto o mexia sem parar com uma colher de ferro. De vez em quando parava para escutar ao menor ruído vindo de baixo; depois de se tranquilizar, tornava a assobiar e mexer como antes.

Embora tivesse despertado, Oliver não estava inteiramente acordado. Existe um estado sonolento entre o sono e a vigília no qual, em cinco minutos, com os olhos semicerrados e uma consciência parcial de tudo ao redor, sonhamos mais do que em cinco noites de olhos bem fechados e sentidos mergulhados em completa inconsciência. Nesses momentos, um mortal sabe o bastante do que sua mente faz para formar uma tênue ideia de seus imensos poderes, de como salta para longe da terra e despreza o tempo e o espaço quando livre das restrições de sua companheira corpórea.

Oliver encontrava-se exatamente nesse estado. Via o judeu com os olhos semicerrados, ouvia-lhe o assobio baixo e reconhecia o som da colher raspando os lados da panela; ao mesmo tempo, porém, os mesmos sentidos estavam mentalmente ocupados numa intensa atividade com quase todas as pessoas que conhecera.

Quando o café ficou pronto, o judeu puxou a panela para o lado do fogão. Depois de permanecer alguns minutos numa atitude indecisa, como se não soubesse bem com que se ocupar, virou-se, olhou para Oliver e chamou-o pelo nome. O menino não respondeu e, aparentemente, dormia.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Depois de se certificar de que Oliver dormia, Fagin trancou a porta em silêncio. Pareceu tirar uma pequena caixa de uma abertura escondida no chão e a colocou cuidadosamente sobre a mesa. Seus olhos brilharam quando a abriu. Puxou uma velha cadeira, sentou-se e retirou um belo relógio de ouro coberto de joias.

- Ahá! - disse Fagin, erguendo os ombros e sorrindo de maneira horrível. - Meninos espertos! Leais até o fim! Nunca contaram ao padre onde estavam essas coisas e nunca roubaram o velho Fagin. Por que fariam isso? Não os teria salvado da forca nem por um minuto. Belos rapazes!

Murmurando pensamentos semelhantes, Fagin guardou novamente o relógio. Tirou pelo menos mais seis relógios da caixa e admirou cada um. Também havia anéis, broches, pulseiras e outras joias caras cujos nomes Oliver nem conhecia.

Depois de guardar as joias, Fagin retirou outro objeto, tão pequeno que cabia na palma da mão. Parecia haver uma escrita minúscula nele. Colocou-o sobre a mesa, protegeu-o da luz com a mão e o estudou por muito tempo. Por fim desistiu, recostou-se e murmurou:

Original English Version

After satisfying himself upon this head, the Jew stepped gently to the door: which he fastened. He then drew forth: as it seemed to Oliver, from some trap in the floor: a small box, which he placed carefully on the table. His eyes glistened as he raised the lid, and looked in. Dragging an old chair to the table, he sat down; and took from it a magnificent gold watch, sparkling with jewels.

“Aha!” said the Jew, shrugging up his shoulders, and distorting every feature with a hideous grin. “Clever dogs! Clever dogs! Staunch to the last! Never told the old parson where they were. Never poached upon old Fagin! And why should they? It wouldn’t have loosened the knot, or kept the drop up, a minute longer. No, no, no! Fine fellows! Fine fellows!”

With these, and other muttered reflections of the like nature, the Jew once more deposited the watch in its place of safety. At least half a dozen more were severally drawn forth from the same box, and surveyed with equal pleasure; besides rings, brooches, bracelets, and other articles of jewellery, of such magnificent materials, and costly workmanship, that Oliver had no idea, even of their names.

Having replaced these trinkets, the Jew took out another: so small that it lay in the palm of his hand. There seemed to be some very minute inscription on it; for the Jew laid it flat upon the table, and shading it with his hand, pored over it, long and earnestly. At length he put it down, as if despairing of success; and, leaning back in his chair, muttered:

Tradução Integral em Português

Depois de se certificar disso, o judeu foi silenciosamente até a porta e a trancou. Então retirou, ao que pareceu a Oliver, de algum esconderijo no chão, uma pequena caixa, que colocou com cuidado sobre a mesa. Seus olhos brilharam quando levantou a tampa e olhou dentro. Puxando uma velha cadeira para junto da mesa, sentou-se e tirou da caixa um magnífico relógio de ouro, cintilante de pedras preciosas.

“Ahá!”, disse o judeu, erguendo os ombros e contorcendo todos os traços num sorriso medonho. “Cães espertos! Cães espertos! Firmes até o fim! Nunca disseram ao velho capelão onde estavam. Nunca traíram o velho Fagin! E por que fariam isso? Não teria desfeito o nó nem adiado a queda por um minuto. Não, não, não! Belos sujeitos! Belos sujeitos!”

Com essas e outras reflexões murmuradas da mesma natureza, o judeu tornou a guardar o relógio em lugar seguro. Tirou da mesma caixa, um a um, pelo menos mais meia dúzia, examinando-os com igual prazer, além de anéis, broches, pulseiras e outras joias de materiais tão magníficos e trabalho tão caro que Oliver nem sequer conhecia seus nomes.

Depois de recolocar esses adornos, o judeu tirou outro objeto, tão pequeno que cabia na palma da mão. Parecia haver nele uma inscrição minúscula; pois o judeu o pousou sobre a mesa, protegeu-o com a mão e o estudou longa e atentamente. Por fim, deixou-o de lado, como se desistisse, e, recostando-se na cadeira, murmurou:

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Que coisa maravilhosa é a execução! Homens mortos nunca se arrependem nem revelam histórias perigosas. É excelente para nosso negócio! Cinco deles foram enforcados juntos, e nenhum ficou para nos trair ou perder a coragem.

Enquanto Fagin falava, seus olhos escuros e brilhantes deixaram o espaço vazio e pousaram no rosto de Oliver. O menino o observava com curiosidade silenciosa. Seus olhares se encontraram apenas por um instante, mas foi tempo suficiente para Fagin saber que Oliver o vira.

Fagin fechou a caixa com um forte estrondo, agarrou uma faca de pão sobre a mesa e se levantou furioso. No entanto, tremia tanto que, apesar do medo, Oliver viu a faca sacudindo no ar.

- O que é isso? - disse Fagin. - Por que está me observando? Por que está acordado? O que viu? Fale, menino! Depressa, se quiser viver!

- Eu não conseguia mais dormir, senhor - respondeu Oliver com calma. - Sinto muito se o incomodei.

Original English Version

“What a fine thing capital punishment is! Dead men never repent; dead men never bring awkward stories to light. Ah, it’s a fine thing for the trade! Five of ’em strung up in a row, and none left to play booty, or turn white-livered!”

As the Jew uttered these words, his bright dark eyes, which had been staring vacantly before him, fell on Oliver’s face; the boy’s eyes were fixed on his in mute curiousity; and although the recognition was only for an instant - for the briefest space of time that can possibly be conceived - it was enough to show the old man that he had been observed.

He closed the lid of the box with a loud crash; and, laying his hand on a bread knife which was on the table, started furiously up. He trembled very much though; for, even in his terror, Oliver could see that the knife quivered in the air.

“What’s that?” said the Jew. “What do you watch me for? Why are you awake? What have you seen? Speak out, boy! Quick - quick! for your life.”

“I wasn’t able to sleep any longer, sir,” replied Oliver, meekly. “I am very sorry if I have disturbed you, sir.”

Tradução Integral em Português

“Que bela coisa é a pena capital! Os mortos nunca se arrependem; os mortos nunca trazem histórias incômodas à luz. Ah, é uma bela coisa para o ofício! Cinco deles executados em fila, sem restar nenhum para trair os companheiros ou perder a coragem!”

Quando o judeu pronunciou essas palavras, os olhos escuros e brilhantes que fitavam vagamente o espaço encontraram o rosto de Oliver; os olhos do menino estavam fixos nos seus em muda curiosidade e, embora o reconhecimento durasse apenas um instante - o mais breve que se possa conceber - , bastou para mostrar ao velho que fora observado.

Ele fechou com estrondo a tampa da caixa e, pondo a mão numa faca de pão que estava sobre a mesa, levantou-se furioso. Tremia muito, porém; mesmo aterrorizado, Oliver percebeu que a faca estremecia no ar.

“O que é isso?”, disse o judeu. “Por que está me observando? Por que está acordado? O que viu? Fale, menino! Depressa, depressa! Sua vida depende disso.”

“Não consegui dormir mais, senhor”, respondeu Oliver com brandura. “Sinto muito se o perturbei, senhor.”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Você não estava acordado uma hora atrás? - perguntou Fagin, encarando o menino com raiva.

- Não! De verdade, não estava! - respondeu Oliver.

- Tem certeza? - gritou Fagin, parecendo ainda mais feroz e ameaçador do que antes.

“Eu realmente não estava, senhor”, respondeu Oliver com seriedade. “Realmente não estava.”

“Que bobagem, meu querido!”, disse o judeu, voltando ao jeito habitual. Brincou com a faca antes de largá-la, como se fosse apenas uma piada. “Eu sei disso. Só queria assustá-lo. Você é um menino corajoso, Oliver!” Ele riu e esfregou as mãos, mas ainda olhou inquieto para a caixa.

“Você viu alguma dessas coisas bonitas, meu querido?”, perguntou o judeu, colocando a mão na caixa.

- Sim, senhor - respondeu Oliver.

“Ah!”, disse o judeu, ficando pálido. “São minhas, Oliver. São tudo o que tenho para viver na velhice. As pessoas me chamam de avarento, só isso.”

Original English Version

“You were not awake an hour ago?” said the Jew, scowling fiercely on the boy.

“No! No, indeed!” replied Oliver.

“Are you sure?” cried the Jew: with a still fiercer look than before: and a threatening attitude.

“Upon my word I was not, sir,” replied Oliver, earnestly. “I was not, indeed, sir.”

“Tush, tush, my dear!” said the Jew, abruptly resuming his old manner, and playing with the knife a little, before he laid it down; as if to induce the belief that he had caught it up, in mere sport. “Of course I know that, my dear. I only tried to frighten you. You’re a brave boy. Ha! ha! you’re a brave boy, Oliver.” The Jew rubbed his hands with a chuckle, but glanced uneasily at the box, notwithstanding.

“Did you see any of these pretty things, my dear?” said the Jew, laying his hand upon it after a short pause.

“Yes, sir,” replied Oliver.

“Ah!” said the Jew, turning rather pale. “They - they’re mine, Oliver; my little property. All I have to live upon, in my old age. The folks call me a miser, my dear. Only a miser; that’s all.”

Tradução Integral em Português

“Não estava acordado uma hora atrás?”, disse o judeu, encarando ferozmente o menino.

“Não! Não, de verdade!”, respondeu Oliver.

“Tem certeza?”, gritou o judeu, com olhar ainda mais feroz que antes e atitude ameaçadora.

“Dou-lhe minha palavra de que não estava, senhor”, respondeu Oliver com sinceridade. “De verdade, senhor.”

“Ora, ora, meu querido!”, disse o judeu, retomando bruscamente os modos anteriores e brincando um pouco com a faca antes de pousá-la, como se quisesse fazer crer que a apanhara por brincadeira. “É claro que sei disso, meu querido. Eu só quis assustá-lo. Você é um menino corajoso. Ha! Ha! É um menino corajoso, Oliver.” O judeu esfregou as mãos, rindo, mas ainda lançou um olhar inquieto à caixa.

“Viu alguma dessas coisas bonitas, meu querido?”, perguntou o judeu, pousando a mão sobre a caixa após breve pausa.

“Sim, senhor”, respondeu Oliver.

“Ah!”, disse o judeu, empalidecendo um pouco. “Elas... elas são minhas, Oliver; minha pequena propriedade. Tudo quanto tenho para viver na velhice. As pessoas me chamam de avarento, meu querido. Apenas avarento; só isso.”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Oliver pensou que o velho devia ser avarento para morar num lugar tão sujo tendo tantos relógios. Talvez cuidar do Dodger e dos outros meninos custasse muito. Oliver olhou para ele com respeito e perguntou se podia se levantar.

- Certamente. Há uma jarra de água junto à porta. Traga-a aqui, e lhe darei uma bacia para se lavar.

Oliver atravessou o quarto e se abaixou para pegar a jarra. Quando se virou, a caixa havia sumido.

Oliver acabara de se lavar e esvaziar a bacia pela janela quando o Dodger voltou com o jovem animado que fumara na noite anterior. Ele foi apresentado como Charley Bates. Os quatro tomaram café e comeram pãezinhos quentes e presunto que o Dodger trouxera dentro do chapéu.

“Bem”, disse o judeu, olhando discretamente para Oliver, “espero que tenham trabalhado esta manhã, meus queridos.”

Original English Version

Oliver thought the old gentleman must be a decided miser to live in such a dirty place, with so many watches; but, thinking that perhaps his fondness for the Dodger and the other boys, cost him a good deal of money, he only cast a deferential look at the Jew, and asked if he might get up.

“Certainly, my dear, certainly,” replied the old gentleman. “Stay. There’s a pitcher of water in the corner by the door. Bring it here; and I’ll give you a basin to wash in, my dear.”

Oliver got up; walked across the room; and stooped for an instant to raise the pitcher. When he turned his head, the box was gone.

He had scarcely washed himself, and made everything tidy, by emptying the basin out of the window, agreeably to the Jew’s directions, when the Dodger returned: accompanied by a very sprightly young friend, whom Oliver had seen smoking on the previous night, and who was now formally introduced to him as Charley Bates. The four sat down, to breakfast, on the coffee, and some hot rolls and ham which the Dodger had brought home in the crown of his hat.

“Well,” said the Jew, glancing slyly at Oliver, and addressing himself to the Dodger, “I hope you’ve been at work this morning, my dears?”

Tradução Integral em Português

Oliver pensou que o velho cavalheiro devia ser um avarento convicto para morar num lugar tão sujo possuindo tantos relógios; mas, imaginando que sua afeição por Dodger e pelos outros meninos talvez lhe custasse muito dinheiro, limitou-se a lançar-lhe um olhar respeitoso e perguntou se podia se levantar.

“Certamente, meu querido, certamente”, respondeu o velho cavalheiro. “Espere. Há uma jarra de água no canto junto à porta. Traga-a; darei uma bacia para você se lavar, meu querido.”

Oliver se levantou, atravessou o cômodo e inclinou-se por um instante para erguer a jarra. Quando virou a cabeça, a caixa desaparecera.

Mal terminara de se lavar e arrumar tudo, despejando a bacia pela janela conforme as instruções do judeu, Dodger voltou acompanhado por um jovem amigo muito vivaz, que Oliver vira fumando na noite anterior e que agora lhe foi formalmente apresentado como Charley Bates. Os quatro sentaram-se para tomar café com pãezinhos quentes e presunto que Dodger trouxera dentro da copa do chapéu.

“Bem”, disse o judeu, olhando de soslaio para Oliver e dirigindo-se a Dodger, “espero que tenham trabalhado esta manhã, meus queridos?”

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Muito - respondeu o Dodger.

- Trabalhamos duro como pedra - acrescentou Charley Bates.

- Bons meninos! O que você conseguiu, Dodger? - disse o judeu.

- Duas carteiras - respondeu o Dodger.

- Estavam cheias? - perguntou o judeu com ansiedade.

- Bastante cheias - disse o Dodger, mostrando uma carteira verde e outra vermelha.

“Não são tão pesadas quanto poderiam ser”, disse o judeu após olhar dentro delas, “mas são bonitas e bem-feitas. Um artesão habilidoso as fez, não é, Oliver?”

“Sim, muito habilidoso, senhor”, disse Oliver. Charley Bates riu alto, embora Oliver não visse nada engraçado.

- E o que você conseguiu, meu querido? - perguntou Fagin a Charley.

- Lenços - respondeu Bates, mostrando quatro.

“São muito bons”, disse o judeu, examinando-os. “Mas as marcas de identificação não foram bem retiradas. Vamos removê-las com uma agulha e ensinar Oliver. Vamos, Oliver?”

- Se quiser, senhor - disse Oliver.

“Você gostaria de fazer lenços de bolso com a mesma facilidade que Charley, não gostaria?”, perguntou o judeu.

Original English Version

“Hard,” replied the Dodger.

“As nails,” added Charley Bates.

“Good boys, good boys!” said the Jew. “What have you got, Dodger?”

“A couple of pocket-books,” replied that young gentleman.

“Lined?” inquired the Jew, with eagerness.

“Pretty well,” replied the Dodger, producing two pocket-books; one green, and the other red.

“Not so heavy as they might be,” said the Jew, after looking at the insides carefully; “but very neat and nicely made. Ingenious workman, ain’t he, Oliver?”

“Very indeed, sir,” said Oliver. At which Mr. Charles Bates laughed uproariously; very much to the amazement of Oliver, who saw nothing to laugh at, in anything that had passed.

“And what have you got, my dear?” said Fagin to Charley Bates.

“Wipes,” replied Master Bates; at the same time producing four pocket-handkerchiefs.

“Well,” said the Jew, inspecting them closely; “they’re very good ones, very. You haven’t marked them well, though, Charley; so the marks shall be picked out with a needle, and we’ll teach Oliver how to do it. Shall us, Oliver, eh? Ha! ha! ha!”

“If you please, sir,” said Oliver.

“You’d like to be able to make pocket-handkerchiefs as easy as Charley Bates, wouldn’t you, my dear?” said the Jew.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Muito”, respondeu Dodger.

“Como condenados”, acrescentou Charley Bates.

“Bons meninos, bons meninos!”, disse o judeu. “O que conseguiu, Dodger?”

“Duas carteiras”, respondeu o jovem cavalheiro.

“Recheadas?”, perguntou o judeu com ansiedade.

“Razoavelmente”, respondeu Dodger, mostrando duas carteiras, uma verde e outra vermelha.

“Não tão pesadas quanto poderiam ser”, disse o judeu depois de examinar cuidadosamente o interior; “mas muito elegantes e bem-feitas. Um artesão habilidoso, não é, Oliver?”

“Muito mesmo, senhor”, disse Oliver. Diante disso, o Sr. Charles Bates soltou uma gargalhada estrondosa, para enorme espanto de Oliver, que não via motivo para rir em nada do que acontecera.

“E o que você conseguiu, meu querido?”, perguntou Fagin a Charley Bates.

“Lenços”, respondeu o jovem Bates, mostrando ao mesmo tempo quatro lenços de bolso.

“Bem”, disse o judeu, examinando-os de perto, “são muito bons, muito bons. Mas você não cuidou bem das marcas, Charley; portanto, vamos retirá-las com uma agulha e ensinar Oliver a fazê-lo. Vamos, Oliver? Ha! Ha! Ha!”

“Se quiser, senhor”, disse Oliver.

“Você gostaria de aprender a produzir lenços com a facilidade de Charley Bates, não gostaria, meu querido?”, disse o judeu.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Gostaria muito, se o senhor me ensinar - respondeu Oliver.

Bates achou a resposta tão engraçada que riu outra vez. O café desceu pelo caminho errado e quase o sufocou.

“Ele é tão engraçadamente inocente!”, disse Charley depois de se recuperar, para desculpar sua grosseria.

O Dodger penteou o cabelo de Oliver sobre seus olhos e disse que ele entenderia mais tarde. Vendo Oliver ficar vermelho, o velho perguntou se a execução da manhã atraíra uma multidão. Os dois meninos estiveram lá, o que fez Oliver se perguntar como também encontraram tempo para trabalhar tanto.

Depois do café da manhã, o velho e os meninos jogaram um jogo estranho. O velho encheu os bolsos com uma caixa de rapé, carteira, relógio, corrente, alfinete, lenço e estojo de óculos. Andava como um cavalheiro distraído olhando vitrines e sempre verificava se havia ladrões. Os meninos o seguiam de perto, saíam de vista quando ele se virava, esbarravam nele e roubavam rapidamente todos os objetos. Se sentia uma mão, ele gritava qual era o bolso, e começavam de novo. Oliver riu até chorar.

Original English Version

“Very much, indeed, if you’ll teach me, sir,” replied Oliver.

Master Bates saw something so exquisitely ludicrous in this reply, that he burst into another laugh; which laugh, meeting the coffee he was drinking, and carrying it down some wrong channel, very nearly terminated in his premature suffocation.

“He is so jolly green!” said Charley when he recovered, as an apology to the company for his unpolite behaviour.

The Dodger said nothing, but he smoothed Oliver’s hair over his eyes, and said he’d know better, by and by; upon which the old gentleman, observing Oliver’s colour mounting, changed the subject by asking whether there had been much of a crowd at the execution that morning? This made him wonder more and more; for it was plain from the replies of the two boys that they had both been there; and Oliver naturally wondered how they could possibly have found time to be so very industrious.

When the breakfast was cleared away; the merry old gentleman and the two boys played at a very curious and uncommon game, which was performed in this way. The merry old gentleman, placing a snuff-box in one pocket of his trousers, a note-case in the other, and a watch in his waistcoat pocket, with a guard-chain round his neck, and sticking a mock diamond pin in his shirt: buttoned his coat tight round him, and putting his spectacle-case and handkerchief in his pockets, trotted up and down the room with a stick, in imitation of the manner in which old gentlemen walk about the streets any hour in the day. Sometimes he stopped at the fire-place, and sometimes at the door, making believe that he was staring with all his might into shop-windows. At such times, he would look constantly round him, for fear of thieves, and would keep slapping all his pockets in turn, to see that he hadn’t lost anything, in such a very funny and natural manner, that Oliver laughed till the tears ran down his face. All this time, the two boys followed him closely about: getting out of his sight, so nimbly, every time he turned round, that it was impossible to follow their motions. At last, the Dodger trod upon his toes, or ran upon his boot accidently, while Charley Bates stumbled up against him behind; and in that one moment they took from him, with the most extraordinary rapidity, snuff-box, note-case, watch-guard, chain, shirt-pin, pocket-handkerchief, even the spectacle-case. If the old gentleman felt a hand in any one of his pockets, he cried out where it was; and then the game began all over again.

Tradução Integral em Português

“Gostaria muito, se o senhor me ensinar”, respondeu Oliver.

O jovem Bates encontrou nessa resposta algo tão deliciosamente ridículo que caiu noutra gargalhada; a risada encontrou o café que ele bebia e o fez engasgar-se seriamente.

“Ele é tão deliciosamente inocente!”, disse Charley ao se recuperar, como desculpa à companhia por seu comportamento descortês.

Dodger nada disse; apenas alisou os cabelos de Oliver sobre seus olhos e disse que depois ele entenderia melhor. Ao notar Oliver corar, o velho cavalheiro mudou de assunto, perguntando se houvera muita gente na execução daquela manhã. Isso fez Oliver se admirar ainda mais, pois as respostas dos dois meninos deixaram claro que ambos estiveram lá; e ele naturalmente se perguntou como tinham encontrado tempo para trabalhar tanto.

Depois de retirarem o desjejum, o alegre velho cavalheiro e os dois meninos brincaram de um jogo muito curioso e incomum. O velho colocou diversos objetos de valor nos bolsos e na roupa, vestiu o casaco, tomou uma bengala e caminhou de um lado para outro, imitando os velhos cavalheiros nas ruas. Às vezes parava diante da lareira ou da porta, fingindo observar vitrines, e olhava constantemente ao redor, receoso de ladrões, verificando os bolsos de maneira tão engraçada e natural que Oliver ria até as lágrimas lhe correrem pelo rosto. Durante todo o tempo, os dois meninos o seguiam de perto e, aproveitando cada distração, retiravam-lhe com extraordinária rapidez todos os objetos. Se o velho percebia alguma mão, gritava onde a sentira; então o jogo recomeçava.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Depois de muitos jogos, duas jovens chamadas Bet e Nancy vieram visitá-los. Seus cabelos, sapatos e meias estavam desarrumados. Não eram exatamente bonitas, mas pareciam fortes e saudáveis. Seus modos abertos e amigáveis fizeram Oliver considerá-las muito agradáveis.

As visitantes ficaram muito tempo. Uma reclamou de sentir frio por dentro, então apareceu bebida forte e a conversa ficou alegre. Por fim, Charley disse que era hora de sair. O Dodger, Charley, Bet e Nancy partiram juntos com dinheiro para gastar dado pelo bondoso velho judeu.

“Essa é uma vida agradável, não é?”, disse Fagin. “Eles saíram para passar o dia.”

- Eles terminaram de trabalhar, senhor? - perguntou Oliver.

“Sim, a menos que encontrem mais trabalho lá fora, que não vão ignorar”, disse o judeu. “Siga o exemplo e os conselhos deles, especialmente os do Dodger. Ele se tornará grande e pode tornar você grande também. Meu lenço está pendurado para fora do bolso?”

Original English Version

When this game had been played a great many times, a couple of young ladies called to see the young gentleman; one of whom was named Bet, and the other Nancy. They wore a good deal of hair, not very neatly turned up behind, and were rather untidy about the shoes and stockings. They were not exactly pretty, perhaps; but they had a great deal of colour in their faces, and looked quite stout and hearty. Being remarkably free and agreeable in their manners, Oliver thought them very nice girls indeed, as there is no doubt they were.

The visitors stopped a long time. Spirits were produced, in consequence of one of the young ladies complaining of a coldness in her inside; and the conversation took a very convivial and improving turn. At length, Charley Bates expressed his opinion that it was time to pad the hoof. This, it occurred to Oliver, must be French for going out; for directly afterwards, the Dodger, and Charley, and the two young ladies, went away together, having been kindly furnished by the amiable old Jew with money to spend.

“There, my dear,” said Fagin. “That’s a pleasant life, isn’t it? They have gone out for the day.”

“Have they done work, sir?” inquired Oliver.

“Yes,” said the Jew; “that is, unless they should unexpectedly come across any, when they are out; and they won’t neglect it, if they do, my dear, depend upon it. Make ’em your models, my dear. Make ’em your models,” tapping the fire-shovel on the hearth to add force to his words; “do everything they bid you, and take their advice in all matters - especially the Dodger’s, my dear. He’ll be a great man himself, and will make you one too, if you take pattern by him. - Is my handkerchief hanging out of my pocket, my dear?” said the Jew, stopping short.

Tradução Integral em Português

Depois que repetiram o jogo muitas vezes, duas moças vieram visitar os jovens cavalheiros; uma se chamava Bet, e a outra, Nancy. Tinham bastante cabelo, preso atrás sem grande cuidado, e sapatos e meias um tanto desarrumados. Talvez não fossem propriamente bonitas; mas tinham o rosto muito corado e pareciam robustas e saudáveis. Como seus modos eram extraordinariamente francos e agradáveis, Oliver achou-as moças muito simpáticas, como sem dúvida eram.

As visitantes ficaram muito tempo. Trouxeram bebidas porque uma das moças se queixou de frio no estômago; e a conversa tomou um rumo muito festivo e edificante. Por fim, Charley Bates opinou que era hora de “bater pernas”. Oliver pensou que isso devia ser francês para sair, pois logo depois Dodger, Charley e as duas moças partiram juntos, depois que o amável velho judeu bondosamente lhes deu dinheiro para gastar.

“Veja, meu querido”, disse Fagin. “É uma vida agradável, não é? Saíram para passar o dia.”

“Já terminaram o trabalho, senhor?”, perguntou Oliver.

“Sim”, disse o judeu; “isto é, a menos que encontrem inesperadamente algum trabalho enquanto estiverem fora; e não o negligenciarão, se encontrarem, meu querido, pode confiar. Tome-os como modelos, meu querido. Tome-os como modelos”, disse, batendo a pá do carvão na lareira para reforçar as palavras; “faça tudo quanto mandarem e siga os conselhos deles em tudo - especialmente os de Dodger, meu querido. Ele será um grande homem e fará de você outro, se o imitar. Meu lenço está pendendo do bolso, meu querido?”, perguntou o judeu, parando de repente.

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

- Sim, senhor - disse Oliver.

- Tente tirá-lo sem que eu sinta, como eles fizeram durante nosso jogo.

Oliver segurou o fundo do bolso com uma mão, como o Dodger fizera, e puxou suavemente o lenço com a outra.

- Ele sumiu? - gritou o judeu.

- Aqui está, senhor - disse Oliver, mostrando-o.

- Você é um menino inteligente - disse o velho, dando tapinhas na cabeça de Oliver. - Nunca vi um garoto mais esperto. Aqui está um xelim. Continue assim e se tornará um grande homem. Agora mostrarei como retirar as marcas dos lenços.

Oliver se perguntou como roubar o lenço do velho num jogo poderia torná-lo grande. Mas o judeu era mais velho e devia saber melhor, então Oliver o seguiu em silêncio até a mesa e começou a nova lição.

CAPÍTULO X. OLIVER CONHECE MELHOR SEUS NOVOS COMPANHEIROS E ADQUIRE EXPERIÊNCIA POR UM PREÇO ALTO. UM CAPÍTULO CURTO, MAS IMPORTANTE

Original English Version

“Yes, sir,” said Oliver.

“See if you can take it out, without my feeling it; as you saw them do, when we were at play this morning.”

Oliver held up the bottom of the pocket with one hand, as he had seen the Dodger hold it, and drew the handkerchief lightly out of it with the other.

“Is it gone?” cried the Jew.

“Here it is, sir,” said Oliver, showing it in his hand.

“You’re a clever boy, my dear,” said the playful old gentleman, patting Oliver on the head approvingly. “I never saw a sharper lad. Here’s a shilling for you. If you go on, in this way, you’ll be the greatest man of the time. And now come here, and I’ll show you how to take the marks out of the handkerchiefs.”

Oliver wondered what picking the old gentleman’s pocket in play, had to do with his chances of being a great man. But, thinking that the Jew, being so much his senior, must know best, he followed him quietly to the table, and was soon deeply involved in his new study.

CHAPTER X. OLIVER BECOMES BETTER ACQUAINTED WITH THE CHARACTERS OF HIS NEW ASSOCIATES; AND PURCHASES EXPERIENCE AT A HIGH PRICE. BEING A SHORT, BUT VERY IMPORTANT CHAPTER, IN THIS HISTORY

Tradução Integral em Português

“Sim, senhor”, disse Oliver.

“Veja se consegue tirá-lo sem que eu perceba, como os viu fazer durante o jogo desta manhã.”

Oliver fez o que observara Dodger fazer e retirou levemente o lenço.

“Saiu?”, gritou o judeu.

“Aqui está, senhor”, disse Oliver, mostrando-o na mão.

“Você é um menino inteligente, meu querido”, disse o velho cavalheiro brincalhão, acariciando-lhe a cabeça com aprovação. “Nunca vi rapaz mais esperto. Aqui está um xelim. Se continuar assim, será o maior homem de seu tempo. Agora venha cá, e mostrarei como retirar as marcas dos lenços.”

Oliver perguntou a si mesmo o que a brincadeira de tirar objetos do bolso do velho tinha a ver com suas chances de tornar-se um grande homem. Mas, achando que o judeu, muito mais velho, devia saber melhor, seguiu-o em silêncio até a mesa e logo se envolveu profundamente no novo estudo.

CAPÍTULO X. OLIVER CONHECE MELHOR O CARÁTER DE SEUS NOVOS COMPANHEIROS E COMPRA EXPERIÊNCIA POR ALTO PREÇO. CAPÍTULO BREVE, MAS MUITO IMPORTANTE, DESTA HISTÓRIA

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Tradução da Versão Simplificada (B1)

Por muitos dias, Oliver ficou no quarto do judeu, retirando marcas dos muitos lenços trazidos para casa. Às vezes participava do jogo da manhã. Por fim, desejou ar fresco e muitas vezes implorou para sair e trabalhar com os dois meninos.

A rígida moral do velho deixou Oliver ansioso para trabalhar. Quando o Dodger ou Charley voltavam de mãos vazias, ele os advertia com raiva contra a preguiça e os mandava dormir sem jantar. Uma vez, chegou a derrubá-los escada abaixo, uma lição moral excepcionalmente forte.

Por fim, Oliver recebeu permissão para sair. Não havia lenços para trabalhar fazia dias, e as refeições eram pequenas. Talvez isso tenha convencido o velho. Ele colocou Oliver sob os cuidados de Charley e do Dodger.

Original English Version

For many days, Oliver remained in the Jew’s room, picking the marks out of the pocket-handkerchief, (of which a great number were brought home,) and sometimes taking part in the game already described: which the two boys and the Jew played, regularly, every morning. At length, he began to languish for fresh air, and took many occasions of earnestly entreating the old gentleman to allow him to go out to work with his two companions.

Oliver was rendered the more anxious to be actively employed, by what he had seen of the stern morality of the old gentleman’s character. Whenever the Dodger or Charley Bates came home at night, empty-handed, he would expatiate with great vehemence on the misery of idle and lazy habits; and would enforce upon them the necessity of an active life, by sending them supperless to bed. On one occasion, indeed, he even went so far as to knock them both down a flight of stairs; but this was carrying out his virtuous precepts to an unusual extent.

At length, one morning, Oliver obtained the permission he had so eagerly sought. There had been no handkerchiefs to work upon, for two or three days, and the dinners had been rather meagre. Perhaps these were reasons for the old gentleman’s giving his assent; but, whether they were or no, he told Oliver he might go, and placed him under the joint guardianship of Charley Bates, and his friend the Dodger.

Tradução Integral em Português

Por muitos dias, Oliver permaneceu no quarto do judeu retirando as marcas dos lenços de bolso, que chegavam em grande quantidade, e às vezes participando do jogo já descrito, que os dois meninos e o judeu praticavam regularmente todas as manhãs. Por fim, começou a ansiar por ar fresco e aproveitou várias ocasiões para pedir sinceramente ao velho cavalheiro que lhe permitisse sair para trabalhar com os dois companheiros.

Oliver sentia ainda mais ansiedade por trabalhar ativamente em razão do que observara da moral severa do velho cavalheiro. Sempre que Dodger ou Charley Bates voltavam à noite de mãos vazias, ele discorria com grande veemência sobre a miséria dos hábitos ociosos e preguiçosos e reforçava-lhes a necessidade de uma vida ativa mandando-os dormir sem ceia. Numa ocasião chegou até a derrubá-los pela escada; mas isso foi levar seus preceitos virtuosos a uma extensão incomum.

Por fim, certa manhã, Oliver obteve a permissão que buscara com tanto ardor. Não havia lenços para trabalhar fazia dois ou três dias, e os jantares tinham sido bastante magros. Talvez fossem essas as razões para o consentimento do velho; fossem ou não, disse a Oliver que podia sair e colocou-o sob a guarda conjunta de Charley Bates e seu amigo Dodger.

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Glossary: New Words (1/3)

Priority words from the simplified reading and post-nominal letters found in this book. Post-nominals are abbreviations placed after a person's name to identify honours, professional memberships, academic titles or qualifications. Each entry shows up to six real uses; Back to B1 opens the exact simplified sentence, while Back to Original opens the exact paragraph in Original English.

accompany /əˈkʌmpəni/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: acompanhar

Simple English: To go somewhere with another person or group.

Example: I will accompany you to the concert this weekend.

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1. They quickly decided that Oliver should learn the secrets of the business at once and accompany his master the next time his services were needed. Go to

afterwards (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: depois; em seguida; posteriormente

Simple English: after something has happened

Example: We had dinner and afterwards went for a walk.

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1. Mr. Sowerberry came down soon afterwards, followed by Mrs. Sowerberry. Go to

agitated /ˈædʒɪteɪtɪd/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: agitado; perturbado

Simple English: Troubled, excited, or unable to remain calm.

Example: The whole country was agitated by the news.

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1. Mr. Bumble!” cried Noah, with well-affected dismay, and in tones so loud and agitated, that they not only caught the ear of Mr. Bumble himself, who happened to be hard by, but alarmed him so much that he rushed into the yard without his cocked hat, - which is a very curious and remarkable circumstance, as showing that even a beadle, acted upon a sudden and powerful impulse, may be afflicted with a momentary visitation of loss of self-possession, and forgetfulness of personal dignity. Go to

airless /ˈerləs/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: sem ar

Simple English: Having no air at all.

Example: No one thought life could exist in the airless dark of space.

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1. The shop was hot and airless and smelled of coffins. Go to

alarmed /əˈlɑːrmd/ (14 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: alarmado; assustado; apreensivo

Simple English: Suddenly worried or frightened that something bad may happen.

Example: The teacher looked alarmed when the smoke detector went off during the exam.

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1. Bumble was nearby and became so alarmed that he ran into the yard without his official hat. Go to

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1. He rose from the table; and advancing to the master, basin and spoon in hand, said: somewhat alarmed at his own temerity: Go to

2. “My boy!” said the old gentleman, “you look pale and alarmed. Go to

3. Mr. Bumble!” cried Noah, with well-affected dismay, and in tones so loud and agitated, that they not only caught the ear of Mr. Bumble himself, who happened to be hard by, but alarmed him so much that he rushed into the yard without his cocked hat, - which is a very curious and remarkable circumstance, as showing that even a beadle, acted upon a sudden and powerful impulse, may be afflicted with a momentary visitation of loss of self-possession, and forgetfulness of personal dignity. Go to

alphabetical /ˌælfəˈbɛtɪkəl/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: alfabético; em ordem alfabética

Simple English: Arranged according to the conventional order of letters in an alphabet.

Example: The foundlings were named in alphabetical order.

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1. We name foundlings in alphabetical order. Go to

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1. We name our fondlings in alphabetical order. Go to

alternately /ˈɔːltərnətli/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: alternadamente; ora um, ora outro

Simple English: First one way or thing and then another, in repeated turns.

Example: He warmed and rubbed his hands alternately.

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1. Though he was nearly five miles from town, he alternately ran and hid behind hedges until noon, afraid that someone might catch him. Go to

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1. The surgeon had been sitting with his face turned towards the fire: giving the palms of his hands a warm and a rub alternately. Go to

2. Mr. Gamfield’s most sanguine estimate of his finances could not raise them within full five pounds of the desired amount; and, in a species of arithmetical desperation, he was alternately cudgelling his brains and his donkey, when passing the workhouse, his eyes encountered the bill on the gate. Go to

amazement /əˈmeɪzmənt/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: espanto; assombro; admiração

Simple English: A feeling of great surprise and wonder.

Example: She stared in amazement at the castle.

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1. “So what?” inquired Mr. Bumble in amazement. Go to

2. At which Mr. Charles Bates laughed uproariously; very much to the amazement of Oliver, who saw nothing to laugh at, in anything that had passed. Go to

amusements /əˈmjuːzmənts/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: diversões; passatempos

Simple English: Activities or events that entertain people.

Example: Spring brought a new set of amusements.

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1. They thought the captain might playfully whip him to death after dinner or kill him with an iron bar, which were said to be common amusements among such men. Go to

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1. So, they put the bier on the brink of the grave; and the two mourners waited patiently in the damp clay, with a cold rain drizzling down, while the ragged boys whom the spectacle had attracted into the churchyard played a noisy game at hide-and-seek among the tombstones, or varied their amusements by jumping backwards and forwards over the coffin. Go to

amusingly /əˈmjuːzɪŋli/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: de modo divertido; curiosamente

Simple English: In a funny, entertaining, or pleasantly surprising way.

Example: Charley called him amusingly innocent.

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1. “He is so amusingly innocent!” Charley said after recovering, to excuse his rudeness. Go to

angrily /ˈæŋɡrɪli/ (34 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: com raiva; furiosamente

Simple English: In a way that shows anger.

Example: He shouted angrily at the door.

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1. Then he saw Mrs. Mann behind the beadle's chair, shaking her fist at him angrily. Go to

2. The man closed his fists and stamped angrily. Go to

3. He turned angrily and asked why the young dog was howling and why Bumble did not hit him to make the noise happen without choice. Go to

4. “You were not awake an hour ago?” Fagin asked, staring angrily at the boy. Go to

5. When the Dodger or Charley returned empty-handed, he angrily warned against laziness and sent them to bed without supper. Go to

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1. The gentleman’s notice was very soon attracted; for he had not walked three paces, when he turned angrily round, and inquired what that young cur was howling for, and why Mr. Bumble did not favour him with something which would render the series of vocular exclamations so designated, an involuntary process? Go to

annoy /əˈnɔɪ/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: irritar; incomodar

Simple English: To make someone slightly angry.

Example: The dripping tap began to annoy me.

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1. Hungry and cruel, Noah decided to use the short time to annoy and hurt Oliver. Go to

apprenticeship /əˈprentɪsʃɪp/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: aprendizado profissional; contrato de aprendiz

Simple English: A period of practical training under a skilled worker.

Example: A blacksmith normally had to serve an apprenticeship.

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1. Mr. Bumble was ordered to take Oliver and the apprenticeship papers to a magistrate for approval that afternoon. Go to

2. “We refuse to approve these apprenticeship papers,” said the old gentleman, throwing the parchment aside. Go to

3. Then feed him only porridge during his apprenticeship. Go to

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1. “Ah!” said Mr. Bumble, when the lady brought her eyes down to earth again; “the only thing that can be done now, that I know of, is to leave him in the cellar for a day or so, till he’s a little starved down; and then to take him out, and keep him on gruel all through the apprenticeship. Go to

Approval /əˈpruːvəl/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: aprovação; homologação; autorização

Simple English: A positive feeling toward someone or something favorable.

Example: He smiled when he received his teacher's approval for the project.

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1. Mr. Bumble was ordered to take Oliver and the apprenticeship papers to a magistrate for approval that afternoon. Go to

2. He secretly planned to earn the old gentleman's approval quickly and avoid Dawkins later if the boy proved impossible to improve. Go to

approve /əˈpruːv/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: aprovar; autorizar

Simple English: To officially agree or accept a plan or proposal after review.

Example: The committee will approve the project's budget during their next meeting.

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1. “We have considered your offer, and we do not approve it.” Go to

2. “We refuse to approve these apprenticeship papers,” said the old gentleman, throwing the parchment aside. Go to

approvingly /əˈpruːvɪŋli/ (10 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: com aprovação

Simple English: In a way that shows agreement or praise.

Example: Susan nodded approvingly from the kitchen.

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1. Then he smiled approvingly, hoping to calm the angry parish officer. Go to

Original English Version

1. “No”; said Mr. Bumble approvingly; “no, you could not. Go to

2. So saying, he smiled, approvingly: to calm the rising wrath of the indignant parish officer. Go to

3. “You’re a clever boy, my dear,” said the playful old gentleman, patting Oliver on the head approvingly. Go to

apron /ˈeɪprən/ (19 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: avental

Simple English: A piece of cloth worn over the front of the clothes to keep them clean.

Example: Aunt Em wore an apron while she cooked.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Bless him!” Mrs. Mann interrupted, rubbing her left eye with the corner of her apron. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Bless him!” interposed Mrs. Mann, inflaming her left eye with the corner of her apron. Go to

2. The room in which the boys were fed, was a large stone hall, with a copper at one end: out of which the master, dressed in an apron for the purpose, and assisted by one or two women, ladled the gruel at mealtimes. Go to

artful /ˈɑːrtfəl/ (31 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: astuto; ardiloso

Simple English: Clever at deceiving people or achieving something by indirect means.

Example: The artful boy invented a story to avoid blame.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. But he spoke carelessly and said his close friends called him the Artful Dodger. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Well! of all the artful and designing orphans that ever I see, Oliver, you are one of the most bare-facedest.” Go to

2. Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Go to

awakened /əˈweɪkənd/ (25 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: despertado; acordado; reavivado

Simple English: Woken from sleep, or made conscious of a feeling or danger.

Example: The colonists were suddenly awakened by the dog's barking.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Now the insult to his dead mother awakened his spirit. Go to

2. Although Oliver had awakened, he was not fully conscious. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver was awakened in the morning, by a loud kicking at the outside of the shop-door: which, before he could huddle on his clothes, was repeated, in an angry and impetuous manner, about twenty-five times. Go to

2. It was not until he was left alone in the silence and stillness of the gloomy workshop of the undertaker, that Oliver gave way to the feelings which the day’s treatment may be supposed likely to have awakened in a mere child. Go to

3. The name awakened a new train of ideas in the boy’s mind. Go to

4. The window-shutters were closed; the street was empty; not a soul had awakened to the business of the day. Go to

awoke /əˈwoʊk/ (10 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: acordou; despertou

Simple English: Past tense of awake: stopped sleeping or became active.

Example: Oliver awoke from a long, troubled dream.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. It was late next morning when Oliver awoke, from a sound, long sleep. Go to

baptized /ˈbæptaɪzd/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: batizado

Simple English: Received the Christian ceremony of baptism or was formally given a name.

Example: They named the boy Neil and had him baptized.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He said that the child partly baptized as Oliver Twist was nine years old that day. Go to

Original English Version

1. “The child that was half-baptized Oliver Twist, is nine year old today.” Go to

barefoot /ˈberfʊt/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: descalço

Simple English: Wearing nothing on your feet.

Example: The children ran barefoot across the warm sand.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The old woman had a shipwrecked grandson wandering barefoot somewhere far away, so she pitied Oliver. Go to

Original English Version

1. But the turnpike-man gave him a meal of bread and cheese; and the old lady, who had a shipwrecked grandson wandering barefoot in some distant part of the earth, took pity upon the poor orphan, and gave him what little she could afford - and more - with such kind and gentle words, and such tears of sympathy and compassion, that they sank deeper into Oliver’s soul, than all the sufferings he had ever undergone. Go to

barnet /ˈbɑːrnɪt/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Barnet

Simple English: the name of a town north of London where horses were changed

Example: At Barnet, fresh horses had just eaten, so we waited.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Early on the seventh morning, Oliver slowly limped into Barnet. Go to

Original English Version

1. Early on the seventh morning after he had left his native place, Oliver limped slowly into the little town of Barnet. Go to

2. He had been crouching on the step for some time: wondering at the great number of public-houses (every other house in Barnet was a tavern, large or small), gazing listlessly at the coaches as they passed through, and thinking how strange it seemed that they could do, with ease, in a few hours, what it had taken him a whole week of courage and determination beyond his years to accomplish: when he was roused by observing that a boy, who had passed him carelessly some minutes before, had returned, and was now surveying him most earnestly from the opposite side of the way. Go to

bayton /ˈbeɪtən/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Bayton

Simple English: the surname of a deceased person mentioned by the undertaker

Example: Bayton, said the undertaker, looking from the paper.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Bayton,” said the undertaker, looking from the paper to Mr. Bumble. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Bayton,” said the undertaker, looking from the scrap of paper to Mr. Bumble. Go to

beadle /ˈbiːdəl/ (144 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: bedel; oficial paroquial

Simple English: A minor church, parish, or civic officer who kept order and carried out official duties.

Example: The beadle delivered the parish notices.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. But the surgeon and the beadle quickly stopped this trouble: the surgeon claimed to find nothing in the dead body, and the beadle always said whatever the parish wanted. Go to

2. Then Mrs. Mann suddenly saw Mr. Bumble, the beadle, trying to open the garden gate. Go to

3. Instead of returning her warm greeting, he shook the little gate violently and kicked it with all the authority of a beadle. Go to

4. Her invitation came with a respectful bow that might have softened a church official, but it did not calm the beadle. Go to

5. Mrs. Mann led the beadle into a small room with a brick floor, gave him a chair, and placed his hat and cane on the table. Go to

6. “What is it?” the beadle asked. Go to

Original English Version

1. But these impertinences were speedily checked by the evidence of the surgeon, and the testimony of the beadle; the former of whom had always opened the body and found nothing inside (which was very probable indeed), and the latter of whom invariably swore whatever the parish wanted; which was very self-devotional. Go to

2. Besides, the board made periodical pilgrimages to the farm, and always sent the beadle the day before, to say they were going. Go to

3. Be this as it may, however, it _was_ his ninth birthday; and he was keeping it in the coal-cellar with a select party of two other young gentleman, who, after participating with him in a sound thrashing, had been locked up for atrociously presuming to be hungry, when Mrs. Mann, the good lady of the house, was unexpectedly startled by the apparition of Mr. Bumble, the beadle, striving to undo the wicket of the garden-gate. Go to

4. Although this invitation was accompanied with a curtsey that might have softened the heart of a churchwarden, it by no means mollified the beadle. Go to

5. Mrs. Mann ushered the beadle into a small parlour with a brick floor; placed a seat for him; and officiously deposited his cocked hat and cane on the table before him. Go to

6. “What is it?” inquired the beadle. Go to

beadle's /ˈbiːdəlz/ (14 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: do bedel; do oficial paroquial

Simple English: The possessive form of beadle, meaning belonging or relating to a parish or ceremonial officer.

Example: The beadle's chair stood near the door.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Then he saw Mrs. Mann behind the beadle's chair, shaking her fist at him angrily. Go to

2. At the beadle's order, Oliver bowed to thank them for these two “blessings.” Then they hurried him to a large room, where he cried himself to sleep on a hard bed. Go to

3. Under the beadle’s stern gaze, it rolled down his cheek, followed by more tears. Go to

Original English Version

1. Now, Mr. Bumble was a fat man, and a choleric; so, instead of responding to this open-hearted salutation in a kindred spirit, he gave the little wicket a tremendous shake, and then bestowed upon it a kick which could have emanated from no leg but a beadle’s. Go to

2. Oliver was about to say that he would go along with anybody with great readiness, when, glancing upward, he caught sight of Mrs. Mann, who had got behind the beadle’s chair, and was shaking her fist at him with a furious countenance. Go to

beadles /ˈbiːdəlz/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: bedéis; oficiais paroquiais

Simple English: Minor church, parish, or civic officers who kept order and performed official duties.

Example: Constables and beadles tried to clear the road.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Beadles are only men, and Mr. Bumble smiled. Go to

2. The beadle held his head very high, as beadles should. Go to

Original English Version

1. Beadles are but men: and Mr. Bumble smiled. Go to

bearers /ˈbɛrərz/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: carregadores; portadores

Simple English: People who carry something.

Example: Four bearers lifted the heavy chair.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Then he ordered the bearers to move as fast as they could. Go to

2. The bearers hurried under their light load, and the two mourners stayed as close as possible. Go to

Original English Version

1. The next day, (the family having been meanwhile relieved with a half-quartern loaf and a piece of cheese, left with them by Mr. Bumble himself,) Oliver and his master returned to the miserable abode; where Mr. Bumble had already arrived, accompanied by four men from the workhouse, who were to act as bearers. Go to

2. An old black cloak had been thrown over the rags of the old woman and the man; and the bare coffin having been screwed down, was hoisted on the shoulders of the bearers, and carried into the street. Go to

3. Thus directed, the bearers trotted on under their light burden; and the two mourners kept as near them, as they could. Go to

beatings /ˈbiːtɪŋz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: surras; espancamentos

Simple English: Acts of hitting someone many times.

Example: He never spoke about the beatings.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Hunger and recent beatings made tears easy. Go to

beggar's /ˈbɛɡərz/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: de mendigo

Simple English: Belonging to a person who asks for money.

Example: That is a beggar's excuse, not a reason.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Wrapped only in a blanket, he could have been a nobleman's child or a beggar's. Go to

beggars /ˈbɛɡərz/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: mendigos

Simple English: People who ask others for money or food.

Example: Beggars waited outside the temple door.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Some villages displayed signs warning that beggars would be sent to jail. Go to

betray /bɪˈtreɪ/ (13 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: trair; denunciar

Simple English: To let a secret be known to an enemy.

Example: A small noise can betray a hidden animal.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Five of them were hanged together, and none remained to betray us or lose his courage.” Go to

bird's /bɜːrdz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: do pássaro; da ave

Simple English: Belonging to a bird.

Example: We found a bird's nest under the eaves.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver gently replied that he had always heard that word used for a bird's mouth. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver mildly replied, that he had always heard a bird’s mouth described by the term in question. Go to

bitter /ˈbɪtər/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: amargo; ressentido; azedo

Simple English: Having a sharp unpleasant taste.

Example: The coffee was bitter.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. His cruel treatment was slowly making him dull and bitter for life. Go to

bitterly /ˈbɪtərli/ (12 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: amargamente; intensamente

Simple English: With strong pain, anger, regret, or cold.

Example: The man spoke bitterly about the stolen mummy.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Yes, sir,” Oliver replied, crying bitterly. Go to

2. Tears ran down the poor child's face, and he cried bitterly. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Yes, sir,” replied Oliver, weeping bitterly. Go to

2. He only cried bitterly all day; and, when the long, dismal night came on, spread his little hands before his eyes to shut out the darkness, and crouching in the corner, tried to sleep: ever and anon waking with a start and tremble, and drawing himself closer and closer to the wall, as if to feel even its cold hard surface were a protection in the gloom and loneliness which surrounded him. Go to

3. As Mr. Bumble paused to take breath, after delivering this address in an awful voice, the tears rolled down the poor child’s face, and he sobbed bitterly. Go to

4. The terrified children cried bitterly; but the old woman, who had hitherto remained as quiet as if she had been wholly deaf to all that passed, menaced them into silence. Go to

Blind /blaɪnd/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: cego; cega; cegos

Simple English: Window covering that can be rolled up or down.

Example: I pulled down the blind to block the sunlight in the room.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. But the magistrate was half blind and confused by age, so he could not see what everyone else saw. Go to

2. Even the half-blind magistrate could understand it. Go to

blinds /blaɪndz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: persianas; venezianas; cega

Simple English: Coverings for windows that can be pulled down or closed.

Example: She lowered the blinds against the afternoon sun.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Slowly, shutters opened, blinds rose, and people began moving through the street. Go to

Original English Version

1. By degrees, the shutters were opened; the window-blinds were drawn up; and people began passing to and fro. Go to

board's /bɔːrdz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: do conselho; da diretoria

Simple English: the possessive form of “board,” meaning a governing committee

Example: The board's cruel rules broke the children's spirit.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The board's cruel treatment might have driven him to kill himself, but he had no handkerchief and was still only a child. Go to

2. “The board’s rules would soon break their spirit.” Go to

boldest /ˈboʊldəst/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: o mais audaz

Simple English: The most brave and confident of all.

Example: He was the boldest rider in the county.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Of all the clever and dishonest orphans I have ever seen, Oliver, you are one of the boldest.” Go to

2. Though very small, he behaved like the boldest young gentleman. Go to

boldly /ˈboʊldli/ (12 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: corajosamente; com ousadia

Simple English: In a brave and confident way.

Example: She walked boldly up to the door and knocked.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “No!” Oliver answered boldly. Go to

2. When they pulled him from the cellar, he looked boldly at Noah and showed no fear. Go to

Original English Version

1. “No!” replied Oliver, boldly. Go to

2. The angry flush had not disappeared, however; and when he was pulled out of his prison, he scowled boldly on Noah, and looked quite undismayed. Go to

bowed /boʊd/ (26 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: vergou; curvou-se; inclinou-se

Simple English: Bent forward or downward.

Example: The long grass bowed before the wind.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver bowed partly to the beadle in the chair and partly to the official hat on the table. Go to

2. Since the only board he could see was the table, he fortunately bowed to it. Go to

3. At the beadle's order, Oliver bowed to thank them for these two “blessings.” Then they hurried him to a large room, where he cried himself to sleep on a hard bed. Go to

4. Oliver gathered himself and bowed as well as he could. Go to

5. “Here, I have brought the boy.” Oliver bowed. Go to

6. “My dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry politely, “this is the boy from the workhouse whom I told you about.” Oliver bowed again. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver brushed away two or three tears that were lingering in his eyes; and seeing no board but the table, fortunately bowed to that. Go to

2. For the combination of both these blessings in the one simple process of picking oakum, Oliver bowed low by the direction of the beadle, and was then hurried away to a large ward; where, on a rough, hard bed, he sobbed himself to sleep. Go to

3. “My dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry, deferentially, “this is the boy from the workhouse that I told you of.” Oliver bowed again. Go to

bracelets /ˈbreɪslɪts/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pulseiras

Simple English: Rings of metal or beads worn around the wrist.

Example: Her bracelets made a soft sound.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. There were also rings, brooches, bracelets, and other expensive jewels whose names Oliver did not even know. Go to

Original English Version

1. At least half a dozen more were severally drawn forth from the same box, and surveyed with equal pleasure; besides rings, brooches, bracelets, and other articles of jewellery, of such magnificent materials, and costly workmanship, that Oliver had no idea, even of their names. Go to

brat /bræt/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pirralho; criança malcriada

Simple English: A child, especially one regarded as badly behaved or contemptible.

Example: The angry man called him a workhouse brat.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Just wait and see, you workhouse brat!” After making this kind promise, the voice began to whistle. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Then I’ll whop yer when I get in,” said the voice; “you just see if I don’t, that’s all, my work’us brat!” and having made this obliging promise, the voice began to whistle. Go to

breathed /briːðd/ (11 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: respirou; aspirou

Simple English: Took air into the body through the nose or mouth.

Example: She breathed in the sweet smell of the flowers.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. After a few struggles, he breathed, sneezed, and cried loudly, announcing that the parish had a new baby to support. Go to

2. Oliver's face grew red, and he breathed quickly. Go to

Original English Version

1. The result was, that, after a few struggles, Oliver breathed, sneezed, and proceeded to advertise to the inmates of the workhouse the fact of a new burden having been imposed upon the parish, by setting up as loud a cry as could reasonably have been expected from a male infant who had not been possessed of that very useful appendage, a voice, for a much longer space of time than three minutes and a quarter. Go to

2. Oliver’s colour rose as he said this; he breathed quickly; and there was a curious working of the mouth and nostrils, which Mr. Claypole thought must be the immediate precursor of a violent fit of crying. Go to

bridle /ˈbraɪdəl/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: brida; arreio da cabeça

Simple English: The straps put on a horse's head to control it.

Example: He held the horse by the bridle.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Then he pulled the bridle sharply to remind the animal who was master and turned it around. Go to

Original English Version

1. Then, catching hold of the bridle, he gave his jaw a sharp wrench, by way of gentle reminder that he was not his own master; and by these means turned him round. Go to

brightened /ˈbraɪtənd/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: iluminaram-se; brilharam

Simple English: Became brighter or happier.

Example: Her face brightened at the good news.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. No kind word or look had ever brightened that terrible home, yet he cried deeply when its gate closed. Go to

2. Gamfield's face brightened. Go to

Original English Version

1. Mr. Gamfield’s countenance brightened, as, with a quick step, he returned to the table, and said, Go to

brooches /ˈbroʊtʃɪz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: broches

Simple English: Pieces of jewellery pinned to clothing.

Example: He pinned three jeweled brooches to the coat.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. There were also rings, brooches, bracelets, and other expensive jewels whose names Oliver did not even know. Go to

Original English Version

1. At least half a dozen more were severally drawn forth from the same box, and surveyed with equal pleasure; besides rings, brooches, bracelets, and other articles of jewellery, of such magnificent materials, and costly workmanship, that Oliver had no idea, even of their names. Go to

bruised /bruːzd/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: machucado; contundido; ferido

Simple English: Hurt so that dark marks appear on the skin.

Example: He felt bruised and sore after the fall.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. His face was bruised and scratched, and his hair covered his forehead. Go to

Original English Version

1. As Mr. Gamfield did happen to labour under the slight imputation of having bruised three or four boys to death already, it occurred to him that the board had, perhaps, in some unaccountable freak, taken it into their heads that this extraneous circumstance ought to influence their proceedings. Go to

2. “The die is the same as the porochial seal - the Good Samaritan healing the sick and bruised man. Go to

3. Oliver’s clothes had been torn in the beating he had received; his face was bruised and scratched; and his hair scattered over his forehead. Go to

brute /bruːt/ (10 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: bruto; besta; animal irracional

Simple English: An animal, or a rough cruel person who behaves like one.

Example: Do not call the poor dog a brute just because it is big.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Ugh, you brute!” said Mrs. Sowerberry. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Ugh, you brute!” said Mrs. Sowerberry. Go to

2. If he had hesitated for one instant to punish Oliver most severely, it must be quite clear to every experienced reader that he would have been, according to all precedents in disputes of matrimony established, a brute, an unnatural husband, an insulting creature, a base imitation of a man, and various other agreeable characters too numerous for recital within the limits of this chapter. Go to

bumble /ˈbʌmbl/ (721 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: bumble (em Bumblelily)

Simple English: Part of the name of the giant moth Jamaro Bumblelily.

Example: Jamaro Bumblelily carried them all the way to the moon.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Then Mrs. Mann suddenly saw Mr. Bumble, the beadle, trying to open the garden gate. Go to

2. Is that you, Mr. Bumble?” Mrs. Mann called from the window, pretending to be delighted. Go to

3. Then she loudly welcomed Mr. Bumble. Go to

4. Mr. Bumble was fat and quick-tempered. Go to

5. Please come in, Mr. Bumble.” Go to

6. Holding his cane, Mr. Bumble asked whether it was respectful or proper to leave a parish officer waiting at the garden gate when he came on parish business. Go to

Original English Version

1. Be this as it may, however, it _was_ his ninth birthday; and he was keeping it in the coal-cellar with a select party of two other young gentleman, who, after participating with him in a sound thrashing, had been locked up for atrociously presuming to be hungry, when Mrs. Mann, the good lady of the house, was unexpectedly startled by the apparition of Mr. Bumble, the beadle, striving to undo the wicket of the garden-gate. Go to

2. Is that you, Mr. Bumble, sir?” said Mrs. Mann, thrusting her head out of the window in well-affected ecstasies of joy. Go to

3. Mr. Bumble, how glad I am to see you, sure-ly!” Go to

4. Now, Mr. Bumble was a fat man, and a choleric; so, instead of responding to this open-hearted salutation in a kindred spirit, he gave the little wicket a tremendous shake, and then bestowed upon it a kick which could have emanated from no leg but a beadle’s. Go to

5. Walk in sir; walk in, pray, Mr. Bumble, do, sir.” Go to

6. “Do you think this respectful or proper conduct, Mrs. Mann,” inquired Mr. Bumble, grasping his cane, “to keep the parish officers a waiting at your garden-gate, when they come here upon porochial business with the porochial orphans? Go to

bumble's /ˈbʌmbəlz/ (58 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Bumble

Simple English: the surname of the parish beadle character

Example: Oliver stared innocently at Bumble's opposite messages, but Bumble led him into the next room before he could speak.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver stared innocently at Bumble's opposite messages, but Bumble led him into the next room before he could speak. Go to

2. Despite Bumble's warning looks and pinches, the boy stared at his future master's horrible face with obvious fear. Go to

3. He pulled his cap over his eyes, held Mr. Bumble’s coat cuff again, and was led away to a new place of suffering. Go to

4. Because it was windy, Oliver was almost hidden by the tails of Mr. Bumble’s open coat, which also displayed his waistcoat and brown knee-length trousers. Go to

5. He released Mr. Bumble’s hand, covered his face with both hands, and wept until tears ran between his thin fingers and down his chin. Go to

6. He had hidden during the meeting and still shook at the memory of Mr. Bumble's voice. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver stared innocently in Mr. Bumble’s face at this somewhat contradictory style of address; but that gentleman prevented his offering any remark thereupon, by leading him at once into an adjoining room: the door of which was open. Go to

2. He heard the news of his destination, in perfect silence; and, having had his luggage put into his hand - which was not very difficult to carry, inasmuch as it was all comprised within the limits of a brown paper parcel, about half a foot square by three inches deep - he pulled his cap over his eyes; and once more attaching himself to Mr. Bumble’s coat cuff, was led away by that dignitary to a new scene of suffering. Go to

3. For some time, Mr. Bumble drew Oliver along, without notice or remark; for the beadle carried his head very erect, as a beadle always should: and, it being a windy day, little Oliver was completely enshrouded by the skirts of Mr. Bumble’s coat as they blew open, and disclosed to great advantage his flapped waistcoat and drab plush knee-breeches. Go to

4. Withdrawing his other hand from Mr. Bumble’s he covered his face with both; and wept until the tears sprung out from between his chin and bony fingers. Go to

5. As the atrocity presented itself to Mr. Bumble’s mind in full force, he struck the counter sharply with his cane, and became flushed with indignation. Go to

6. “Yes, sir,” replied Oliver, who had carefully kept himself out of sight, during the interview; and who was shaking from head to foot at the mere recollection of the sound of Mr. Bumble’s voice. Go to

bumped /bʌmpt/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: bateu; esbarrou

Simple English: Hit something by accident while moving.

Example: He bumped his head on the low door.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The boys followed closely, stayed out of sight when he turned, bumped into him, and quickly stole every object. Go to

bursting /ˈbɜːrstɪŋ/ (11 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: morrendo de vontade; a ponto de estourar

Simple English: Breaking open suddenly, or being completely full of something.

Example: The cupboard was bursting with old letters and photographs.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “Oh, you queer soul!” said Charlotte, bursting into a hearty laugh, in which she was joined by Noah; after which they both looked scornfully at poor Oliver Twist, as he sat shivering on the box in the coldest corner of the room, and ate the stale pieces which had been specially reserved for him. Go to

2. “Ah!” said the man: bursting into tears, and sinking on his knees at the feet of the dead woman; “kneel down, kneel down - kneel round her, every one of you, and mark my words! Go to

busiest /ˈbɪziɪst/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: mais movimentado; mais ocupado

Simple English: Having the greatest amount of work, activity, or traffic.

Example: They arrived in London at the busiest time of the afternoon.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. They crossed the busiest part of town and entered an even dirtier, poorer street. Go to

buttoned /ˈbʌtənd/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: abotoado

Simple English: Fastened with buttons.

Example: His coat was buttoned to the neck.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. The merry old gentleman, placing a snuff-box in one pocket of his trousers, a note-case in the other, and a watch in his waistcoat pocket, with a guard-chain round his neck, and sticking a mock diamond pin in his shirt: buttoned his coat tight round him, and putting his spectacle-case and handkerchief in his pockets, trotted up and down the room with a stick, in imitation of the manner in which old gentlemen walk about the streets any hour in the day. Go to

calmer /ˈkɑːmər/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: mais calmo; mais sereno

Simple English: More quiet and peaceful than before.

Example: The sea grew calmer as soon as the wind dropped.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “Well, well, Mrs. Mann,” he replied in a calmer tone; “it may be as you say; it may be. Go to

2. Mr Bumble lifted off his cocked hat; took a handkerchief from the inside of the crown; wiped from his forehead the perspiration which his rage had engendered; fixed the cocked hat on again; and, turning to the undertaker, said in a calmer voice: Go to

calming /ˈkɑːmɪŋ/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: acalmando; calmante; tranquilizador

Simple English: Making someone feel quiet and less worried.

Example: Her calming voice on the phone made the bad news easier to hear.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Charlotte’s fist was by no means a light one; but, lest it should not be effectual in calming Oliver’s wrath, Mrs. Sowerberry plunged into the kitchen, and assisted to hold him with one hand, while she scratched his face with the other. Go to

calmness /ˈkɑːmnəs/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: calma; serenidade; tranquilidade

Simple English: The state of being quiet and not upset.

Example: What I admire most in her is her calmness during an emergency.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Husbands, too, bore the loss of their wives with the most heroic calmness. Go to

candle's /ˈkændəlz/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: da vela

Simple English: The possessive form of candle.

Example: He used the candle's last light to pack his clothes.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Using the candle's last light, he tied his few clothes in a handkerchief. Go to

carelessly /ˈkɛrləsli/ (17 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: descuidadamente; sem prestar atenção

Simple English: Without paying enough attention.

Example: He carelessly left the door open all night.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. But he spoke carelessly and said his close friends called him the Artful Dodger. Go to

Original English Version

1. As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, “Let me see the child, and die.” Go to

2. He had been crouching on the step for some time: wondering at the great number of public-houses (every other house in Barnet was a tavern, large or small), gazing listlessly at the coaches as they passed through, and thinking how strange it seemed that they could do, with ease, in a few hours, what it had taken him a whole week of courage and determination beyond his years to accomplish: when he was roused by observing that a boy, who had passed him carelessly some minutes before, had returned, and was now surveying him most earnestly from the opposite side of the way. Go to

centimetres /ˈsɛntɪmiːtərz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: centímetros

Simple English: Metric units of length equal to one hundredth of a metre.

Example: The narrow opening measured only twenty centimetres.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. His entire luggage was placed in his hand: a brown paper package about fifteen centimetres wide and eight centimetres deep. Go to

chapter's /ˈtʃæptərz/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: do capítulo

Simple English: Belonging to or forming part of a chapter in a book.

Example: The character's name appeared in the chapter's title.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver Twist, the person named in this chapter's title, was born there on a date that does not matter to this story. Go to

charley /ˈtʃɑːrli/ (208 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Charley

Simple English: A familiar form of the male personal name Charles.

Example: Charley remembered the little officer very well.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He was introduced as Charley Bates. Go to

2. “As hard as nails,” added Charley Bates. Go to

3. Charley Bates laughed loudly, though Oliver saw nothing funny. Go to

4. “And what have you got, my dear?” Fagin asked Charley. Go to

5. “You would like to make pocket handkerchiefs as easily as Charley, would you not?” asked the Jew. Go to

6. “He is so amusingly innocent!” Charley said after recovering, to excuse his rudeness. Go to

Original English Version

1. He had scarcely washed himself, and made everything tidy, by emptying the basin out of the window, agreeably to the Jew’s directions, when the Dodger returned: accompanied by a very sprightly young friend, whom Oliver had seen smoking on the previous night, and who was now formally introduced to him as Charley Bates. Go to

2. “As nails,” added Charley Bates. Go to

3. “And what have you got, my dear?” said Fagin to Charley Bates. Go to

4. You haven’t marked them well, though, Charley; so the marks shall be picked out with a needle, and we’ll teach Oliver how to do it. Go to

5. “You’d like to be able to make pocket-handkerchiefs as easy as Charley Bates, wouldn’t you, my dear?” said the Jew. Go to

6. “He is so jolly green!” said Charley when he recovered, as an apology to the company for his unpolite behaviour. Go to

charlotte's /ˈʃɑːrlətz/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: de Charlotte

Simple English: belonging to a woman named Charlotte

Example: Charlotte's beau will not agree to marry in the church yet.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Charlotte's fist was heavy. Go to

Original English Version

1. Charlotte’s fist was by no means a light one; but, lest it should not be effectual in calming Oliver’s wrath, Mrs. Sowerberry plunged into the kitchen, and assisted to hold him with one hand, while she scratched his face with the other. Go to

cheerfulness /ˈtʃɪrfəlnəs/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: jovialidade; bom humor

Simple English: The quality of being happy and bright in manner.

Example: Her cheerfulness never failed, even on bad days.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. You are a humane woman, Mrs. Mann.” (Here she set down the glass.) “I shall take a early opportunity of mentioning it to the board, Mrs. Mann.” (He drew it towards him.) “You feel as a mother, Mrs. Mann.” (He stirred the gin-and-water.) “I - I drink your health with cheerfulness, Mrs. Mann”; and he swallowed half of it. Go to

chimneys /ˈtʃɪmniz/ (10 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: chaminés

Simple English: Tall pipes that carry smoke out of a building.

Example: Smoke rose from the factory chimneys.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Since workhouse boys were small, Oliver would fit easily into narrow chimneys. Go to

2. “Young boys have died from lack of air inside chimneys,” said another gentleman. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Young boys have been smothered in chimneys before now,” said another gentleman. Go to

churchyard /ˈtʃɜːrtʃjɑːrd/ (13 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: adro; cemitério junto à igreja

Simple English: The ground around a church, often used as a burial place.

Example: We walked through the churchyard reading the names on the stones.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He wished he could lie in a peaceful, endless sleep in the churchyard, with tall grass moving gently above him and the deep old bell comforting him. Go to

2. At the poor corner of the churchyard, the priest had not arrived, and the clerk thought he might take another hour. Go to

3. Bumble tapped the man on the back and told him to come because they wanted to close the churchyard. Go to

Original English Version

1. But his heart was heavy, notwithstanding; and he wished, as he crept into his narrow bed, that that were his coffin, and that he could be lain in a calm and lasting sleep in the churchyard ground, with the tall grass waving gently above his head, and the sound of the old deep bell to soothe him in his sleep. Go to

2. There was not so great a necessity for hurrying as Mr. Sowerberry had anticipated, however; for when they reached the obscure corner of the churchyard in which the nettles grew, and where the parish graves were made, the clergyman had not arrived; and the clerk, who was sitting by the vestry-room fire, seemed to think it by no means improbable that it might be an hour or so, before he came. Go to

3. So, they put the bier on the brink of the grave; and the two mourners waited patiently in the damp clay, with a cold rain drizzling down, while the ragged boys whom the spectacle had attracted into the churchyard played a noisy game at hide-and-seek among the tombstones, or varied their amusements by jumping backwards and forwards over the coffin. Go to

4. The crazy old woman was too much occupied in bewailing the loss of her cloak (which the undertaker had taken off), to pay him any attention; so they threw a can of cold water over him; and when he came to, saw him safely out of the churchyard, locked the gate, and departed on their different ways. Go to

clasping /ˈklæspɪŋ/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: apertando; segurando; entrelaçando

Simple English: Holding something or someone tightly, often with the hands.

Example: Anne stood clasping her hands with excitement.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Oliver fell on his knees, and clasping his hands together, prayed that they would order him back to the dark room - that they would starve him - beat him - kill him if they pleased - rather than send him away with that dreadful man. Go to

claypole /ˈkleɪpoʊl/ (85 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Claypole

Simple English: the surname of Noah Claypole, a character (a charity boy) in the story

Example: Noah Claypole said, "and you work under me."

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “I am Mr. Noah Claypole,” said the charity boy, “and you work under me. Go to

2. Take down the shutters, you lazy young criminal!” Then Mr. Claypole kicked Oliver and entered the shop with great dignity. Go to

3. “Do you hear, Workhouse?” said Noah Claypole. Go to

Original English Version

1. “I’m Mister Noah Claypole,” said the charity-boy, “and you’re under me. Go to

2. Take down the shutters, yer idle young ruffian!” With this, Mr. Claypole administered a kick to Oliver, and entered the shop with a dignified air, which did him great credit. Go to

3. “D’ye hear, Work’us?” said Noah Claypole. Go to

4. That Oliver Twist was moved to resignation by the example of these good people, I cannot, although I am his biographer, undertake to affirm with any degree of confidence; but I can most distinctly say, that for many months he continued meekly to submit to the domination and ill-treatment of Noah Claypole: who used him far worse than before, now that his jealousy was roused by seeing the new boy promoted to the black stick and hat-band, while he, the old one, remained stationary in the muffin-cap and leathers. Go to

5. One day, Oliver and Noah had descended into the kitchen at the usual dinner-hour, to banquet upon a small joint of mutton - a pound and a half of the worst end of the neck; when Charlotte being called out of the way, there ensued a brief interval of time, which Noah Claypole, being hungry and vicious, considered he could not possibly devote to a worthier purpose than aggravating and tantalising young Oliver Twist. Go to

6. Oliver’s colour rose as he said this; he breathed quickly; and there was a curious working of the mouth and nostrils, which Mr. Claypole thought must be the immediate precursor of a violent fit of crying. Go to

claypole's /ˈkleɪpoʊlz/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: de Claypole

Simple English: possessive form of the character's surname Claypole

Example: For months he quietly accepted Noah Claypole's control and abuse.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. But for months he quietly accepted Noah Claypole's control and abuse. Go to

clergyman /ˈklɜːrdʒimən/ (8 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: clérigo; pastor

Simple English: A man who is a priest or a minister of a church.

Example: The clergyman came to visit the sick.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “Now, you must put your best leg foremost, old lady!” whispered Sowerberry in the old woman’s ear; “we are rather late; and it won’t do, to keep the clergyman waiting. Go to

2. There was not so great a necessity for hurrying as Mr. Sowerberry had anticipated, however; for when they reached the obscure corner of the churchyard in which the nettles grew, and where the parish graves were made, the clergyman had not arrived; and the clerk, who was sitting by the vestry-room fire, seemed to think it by no means improbable that it might be an hour or so, before he came. Go to

3. Immediately afterwards, the clergyman appeared: putting on his surplice as he came along. Go to

clerk's /klɜːrks/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: do escriturário; do atendente

Simple English: The possessive form of “clerk,” showing that something belongs to an office or shop worker.

Example: The clerk's careful record settled the dispute.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Sowerberry and Bumble sat by the clerk's fire and read the newspaper. Go to

cleverly /ˈklɛvərli/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: habilmente; com esperteza

Simple English: In a way that shows quick thinking.

Example: He cleverly hid the key under a stone.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Gamfield looked cleverly at the men around the table. Go to

clumsy /ˈklʌmzi/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: desajeitado; grosseiro; malfeito

Simple English: Done or made without skill or care.

Example: It was a clumsy trick, and no one believed it.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. It is always hard for a clumsy boy with a large head, small eyes, a heavy face, a red nose, and yellow knee-length trousers to look dignified. Go to

cocked /kɑːkt/ (25 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: empinou; ergueu de lado

Simple English: Raised or turned up on one side, of ears or a hat.

Example: The dog stood with ears cocked.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Mr. Bumble removed his cocked hat, took a handkerchief from inside it, and wiped away the sweat caused by his anger. Go to

2. After saying this, Mr. Bumble was so excited by parish business that he put on his cocked hat backwards and rushed out of the shop. Go to

Original English Version

1. Mrs. Mann ushered the beadle into a small parlour with a brick floor; placed a seat for him; and officiously deposited his cocked hat and cane on the table before him. Go to

2. Mr. Bumble wiped from his forehead the perspiration which his walk had engendered, glanced complacently at the cocked hat, and smiled. Go to

3. Oliver made a bow, which was divided between the beadle on the chair, and the cocked hat on the table. Go to

4. At the expiration of which time Mr. Bumble thrust in his head, unadorned with the cocked hat, and said aloud: Go to

5. Mr Bumble lifted off his cocked hat; took a handkerchief from the inside of the crown; wiped from his forehead the perspiration which his rage had engendered; fixed the cocked hat on again; and, turning to the undertaker, said in a calmer voice: Go to

6. Thus saying, Mr. Bumble put on his cocked hat wrong side first, in a fever of parochial excitement; and flounced out of the shop. Go to

coffins /ˈkɔːfɪnz/ (12 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: caixões

Simple English: Long boxes in which dead bodies are buried or cremated.

Example: She described how her relatives had looked in their coffins.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “The coffins are very small too,” replied the beadle, almost laughing as much as an important official should. Go to

2. At last he said, “Since the new feeding system began, the coffins have become narrower and less deep. Go to

3. You do not mind sleeping among the coffins, I suppose? Go to

4. The shop was hot and airless and smelled of coffins. Go to

Original English Version

1. “So are the coffins,” replied the beadle: with precisely as near an approach to a laugh as a great official ought to indulge in. Go to

2. “Well, well, Mr. Bumble,” he said at length, “there’s no denying that, since the new system of feeding has come in, the coffins are something narrower and more shallow than they used to be; but we must have some profit, Mr. Bumble. Go to

3. You don’t mind sleeping among the coffins, I suppose? Go to

4. The atmosphere seemed tainted with the smell of coffins. Go to

5. In commercial phrase, coffins were looking up; and, in the course of a few weeks, Oliver acquired a great deal of experience. Go to

coldest /ˈkoʊldɪst/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: mais frio; o mais frio

Simple English: The superlative form of cold, meaning having the least warmth or emotion.

Example: She answered in the coldest voice he had ever heard.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Then they both looked with contempt at poor Oliver Twist, who sat shivering on a box in the coldest corner and ate the stale scraps saved especially for him. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Oh, you queer soul!” said Charlotte, bursting into a hearty laugh, in which she was joined by Noah; after which they both looked scornfully at poor Oliver Twist, as he sat shivering on the box in the coldest corner of the room, and ate the stale pieces which had been specially reserved for him. Go to

comforts /ˈkʌmfərts/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: comodidades; conforto

Simple English: Things that make life easy and pleasant.

Example: He missed the small comforts of his own kitchen.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Go to

committee (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: comitê; comissão; conselho

Simple English: a group chosen to make decisions

Example: The committee approved the proposal.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “We would not have known then, except that a woman in the same house asked the parish committee to send the parish doctor to a very sick woman. Go to

companion's /kəmˈpænjənz/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: do companheiro; da companheira

Simple English: Belonging to the person who is travelling or spending time with you.

Example: I paid my share and my companion's share as well.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Oh! sir, don’t, don’t pray be cross to me!” The child beat his hand upon his heart; and looked in his companion’s face, with tears of real agony. Go to

conscious /ˈkɒnʃəs/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: consciente

Simple English: Aware of one's surroundings, feelings, or actions.

Example: She was conscious of the need to improve her public speaking skills.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Although Oliver had awakened, he was not fully conscious. Go to

convinced /kənˈvɪnst/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: convencido; convenceu; convicto

Simple English: Having a strong belief in something.

Example: He is convinced that he will win the competition next week.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Do you think so?” asked the undertaker, sounding half convinced and half doubtful. Go to

cottages /ˈkɑːtɪdʒɪz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: chalés; casinhas de campo

Simple English: Small simple houses in the country.

Example: Four white cottages stood by the road.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver walked twenty miles that day, eating only his dry bread and drinking water begged from cottages. Go to

coughed /kɔːft/ (17 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: tossiram

Simple English: Pushed air out of the throat with a sudden noise.

Example: He coughed because of the thick smoke.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Mr. Bumble coughed. Go to

Original English Version

1. Mr. Bumble coughed. Go to

cowardly /ˈkaʊərdli/ (8 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: covarde; medroso

Simple English: Not brave; easily frightened.

Example: The Cowardly Lion was afraid of everything.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He looked down at his cowardly enemy and challenged him with new strength. Go to

Original English Version

1. His breast heaved; his attitude was erect; his eye bright and vivid; his whole person changed, as he stood glaring over the cowardly tormentor who now lay crouching at his feet; and defied him with an energy he had never known before. Go to

crash /kræʃ/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: acidente; bater; queda

Simple English: Accident in which a vehicle collides with something.

Example: The crash caused a major traffic jam on the highway this morning.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Fagin shut the box with a loud crash, grabbed a bread knife from the table, and jumped up furiously. Go to

crept /krɛpt/ (18 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: esgueirou-se; foi de mansinho

Simple English: Moved slowly and quietly.

Example: She crept to the hole and caught the dog by the ear.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. But his heart was heavy, notwithstanding; and he wished, as he crept into his narrow bed, that that were his coffin, and that he could be lain in a calm and lasting sleep in the churchyard ground, with the tall grass waving gently above his head, and the sound of the old deep bell to soothe him in his sleep. Go to

2. Oliver shuddered as he cast his eyes toward the place, and crept involuntarily closer to his master; for though it was covered up, the boy felt that it was a corpse. Go to

cupboard /ˈkʌbərd/ (19 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: armário

Simple English: A piece of furniture with shelves and doors for keeping things.

Example: The dishes were kept in a cupboard.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Opening a cupboard and taking out a bottle and glass, Mrs. Mann explained that she had to keep some for the babies' medicine when they were ill. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Why, it’s what I’m obliged to keep a little of in the house, to put into the blessed infants’ Daffy, when they ain’t well, Mr. Bumble,” replied Mrs. Mann as she opened a corner cupboard, and took down a bottle and glass. Go to

curled /kɜːrld/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: enroscou-se; encolheu-se

Simple English: Lay down with the body rolled into a round shape.

Example: The dog curled up on the rug beside her.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. At night, he covered his eyes, curled up in a corner, and tried to sleep. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oh, Lor!” And here, Noah nodded his head expressively; and curled up as much of his small red nose as muscular action could collect together, for the occasion. Go to

darkly /ˈdɑːrkli/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sombriamente; de modo obscuro; com ar carrancudo

Simple English: In a gloomy, threatening or unclear way.

Example: He looked darkly at the closed door and said nothing more.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation for three months: at last they got so voracious and wild with hunger, that one boy, who was tall for his age, and hadn’t been used to that sort of thing (for his father had kept a small cook-shop), hinted darkly to his companions, that unless he had another basin of gruel _per diem_, he was afraid he might some night happen to eat the boy who slept next him, who happened to be a weakly youth of tender age. Go to

Date /deɪt/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: data; encontro; namorar

Simple English: A day of the month or year.

Example: What is today’s date?

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver Twist, the person named in this chapter's title, was born there on a date that does not matter to this story. Go to

dawkins /ˈdɔːkɪnz/ (31 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Dawkins

Simple English: the surname of a character nicknamed 'the Artful Dodger'

Example: Oliver learned that his new friend was Jack Dawkins.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. They began a more open conversation, and Oliver learned that his new friend was Jack Dawkins, a special favorite of the old gentleman. Go to

2. He secretly planned to earn the old gentleman's approval quickly and avoid Dawkins later if the boy proved impossible to improve. Go to

3. Jack Dawkins did not want to enter London before dark, so they reached Islington at almost eleven. Go to

4. “A new friend,” replied Jack Dawkins, pulling Oliver forward. Go to

5. “Here he is, Fagin,” said Jack Dawkins. Go to

Original English Version

1. This led to a more friendly and confidential dialogue; from which Oliver discovered that his friend’s name was Jack Dawkins, and that he was a peculiar pet and _protégé_ of the elderly gentleman before mentioned. Go to

2. As John Dawkins objected to their entering London before nightfall, it was nearly eleven o’clock when they reached the turnpike at Islington. Go to

3. “A new pal,” replied Jack Dawkins, pulling Oliver forward. Go to

4. “This is him, Fagin,” said Jack Dawkins; “my friend Oliver Twist.” Go to

dawkins's /ˈdɔːkɪnzɪz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: de Dawkins

Simple English: belonging to Jack Dawkins, a character

Example: Dawkins's appearance did not suggest that his protector gave him much comfort.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Dawkins's appearance did not suggest that his protector gave him much comfort. Go to

Original English Version

1. Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Go to

dears /dɪrz/ (10 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: queridos; coitadinhos

Simple English: A kind word for people or animals you feel fond of.

Example: The poor dears were tired and cold.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Well,” said the Jew, secretly looking at Oliver, “I hope you have been working this morning, my dears?” Go to

Original English Version

1. “Well,” said the Jew, glancing slyly at Oliver, and addressing himself to the Dodger, “I hope you’ve been at work this morning, my dears?” Go to

deathlike /ˈdeθlaɪk/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: semelhante à morte

Simple English: Resembling death in stillness, darkness, or appearance.

Example: The room looked so dark and deathlike that Oliver trembled.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. It looked so dark and deathlike that Oliver trembled whenever he looked at it. Go to

decaying /dɪˈkeɪɪŋ/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: apodrecendo; em decadência

Simple English: Slowly going bad or falling apart.

Example: The smell of decaying leaves filled the wood.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Shops were closed and decaying, and some weak buildings needed huge wooden beams to keep them standing. Go to

deceive /dɪˈsiːv/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: enganar; iludir

Simple English: To make someone believe something that is not true.

Example: He would never deceive a friend.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. I will not deceive you, Mr. Bumble. Go to

Original English Version

1. I’ll not deceive you, Mr. B. It’s gin.” Go to

declare /dɪˈklɛər/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: declarar

Simple English: To formally announce an intention or statement to the public.

Example: The president will declare a national emergency during the speech tonight.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. That evening, the gentleman in the white waistcoat declared that Oliver would not only be hanged but also cut into four pieces. Go to

defend /dɪˈfɛnd/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: defender; defesa

Simple English: To prevent harm or protect someone or something from danger.

Example: The knights were ready to defend the castle from the invading army.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He had shown the first and defended the second, so he relaxed. Go to

dens /denz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: covis; antros

Simple English: The homes of wild animals, or bad meeting places.

Example: The wolves went back to their dens.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Some houses which had become insecure from age and decay, were prevented from falling into the street, by huge beams of wood reared against the walls, and firmly planted in the road; but even these crazy dens seemed to have been selected as the nightly haunts of some houseless wretches, for many of the rough boards which supplied the place of door and window, were wrenched from their positions, to afford an aperture wide enough for the passage of a human body. Go to

digger /ˈdɪɡər/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: escavador

Simple English: a person or animal that digs, especially a worker who makes graves or excavations

Example: The grave-digger carried his spade into the churchyard.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Now, Bill,” Sowerberry told the grave-digger. Go to

2. The grave-digger threw in earth, pressed it lightly with his feet, put his spade on his shoulder, and left. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Now, Bill!” said Sowerberry to the grave-digger. Go to

2. The grave-digger shovelled in the earth; stamped it loosely down with his feet: shouldered his spade; and walked off, followed by the boys, who murmured very loud complaints at the fun being over so soon. Go to

dignified /ˈdɪɡnɪfaɪd/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: digno

Simple English: calm, serious, and worthy of respect

Example: He greeted the professor in a grave and dignified manner.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. It is always hard for a clumsy boy with a large head, small eyes, a heavy face, a red nose, and yellow knee-length trousers to look dignified. Go to

Original English Version

1. Nor a drop,” said Mr. Bumble, waving his right hand in a dignified, but placid manner. Go to

2. Take down the shutters, yer idle young ruffian!” With this, Mr. Claypole administered a kick to Oliver, and entered the shop with a dignified air, which did him great credit. Go to

3. It is difficult for a large-headed, small-eyed youth, of lumbering make and heavy countenance, to look dignified under any circumstances; but it is more especially so, when superadded to these personal attractions are a red nose and yellow smalls. Go to

dirtier /ˈdɜːrtiər/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: mais sujo

Simple English: more covered with dirt, neglected, or unpleasant

Example: The room became darker and dirtier.

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Simplified (B1) English Version

1. They crossed the busiest part of town and entered an even dirtier, poorer street. Go to

2. He had never seen a dirtier or more miserable place. Go to

Original English Version

1. A dirtier or more wretched place he had never seen. Go to

dirtiest /ˈdɜːrtiəst/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: os mais sujos; os mais baixos

Simple English: The most unclean or the most rude.

Example: He used the dirtiest words he knew.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. This gives us something pleasant to consider: it shows how wonderful human nature can become, and how the same fine qualities appear equally in the greatest lord and the dirtiest charity boy. Go to

Original English Version

1. It shows us what a beautiful thing human nature may be made to be; and how impartially the same amiable qualities are developed in the finest lord and the dirtiest charity-boy. Go to

disagreed /ˌdɪsəˈɡriːd/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: discordou; divergiu

Simple English: Had a different opinion from someone else.

Example: The two doctors disagreed about the cause.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. No one disagreed with the gentleman's prediction. Go to

dishonest /dɪsˈɒnɪst/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: desonesto

Simple English: Not truthful or trustworthy, often engaging in immoral behavior.

Example: Being dishonest can damage trust in personal relationships significantly.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Of all the clever and dishonest orphans I have ever seen, Oliver, you are one of the boldest.” Go to

disliked /dɪsˈlaɪkt/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: não gostava de; detestava

Simple English: Did not like someone or something.

Example: He disliked long meetings.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He had sometimes been kind to Oliver, perhaps because it benefited him or because his wife disliked the boy. Go to

Original English Version

1. To do him justice, he was, as far as his power went - it was not very extensive - kindly disposed towards the boy; perhaps, because it was his interest to be so; perhaps, because his wife disliked him. Go to

display /dɪˈspleɪ/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: exibir; exibição; visor

Simple English: To publicly show something for observation or attention.

Example: The museum will display a collection of ancient artifacts next month.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Because it was windy, Oliver was almost hidden by the tails of Mr. Bumble’s open coat, which also displayed his waistcoat and brown knee-length trousers. Go to

2. Some villages displayed signs warning that beggars would be sent to jail. Go to

district (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: distrito; bairro; zona

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. They crossed several roads, narrow streets, and poor districts. Go to

dodger /ˈdɒdʒər/ (242 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: o Dodger (o Trapaceiro)

Simple English: the nickname of a young pickpocket character, the Artful Dodger.

Example: Oliver's new friends included Bumble, Fagin, Monks, and the Dodger.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. But he spoke carelessly and said his close friends called him the Artful Dodger. Go to

2. The Dodger hurried along Saffron Hill and told Oliver to stay close behind him. Go to

3. “Who is there?” called a voice from below after the Dodger whistled. Go to

4. The Dodger opened the door of a back room and pulled Oliver inside. Go to

5. They gathered around the Dodger, heard his whisper, and grinned at Oliver. Go to

6. “Dodger, remove the sausages and bring a seat near the fire for Oliver. Go to

Original English Version

1. Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Go to

2. Under this impression, he secretly resolved to cultivate the good opinion of the old gentleman as quickly as possible; and, if he found the Dodger incorrigible, as he more than half suspected he should, to decline the honour of his farther acquaintance. Go to

3. They crossed from the Angel into St. John’s Road; struck down the small street which terminates at Sadler’s Wells Theatre; through Exmouth Street and Coppice Row; down the little court by the side of the workhouse; across the classic ground which once bore the name of Hockley-in-the-Hole; thence into Little Saffron Hill; and so into Saffron Hill the Great: along which the Dodger scudded at a rapid pace, directing Oliver to follow close at his heels. Go to

4. “Now, then!” cried a voice from below, in reply to a whistle from the Dodger. Go to

5. Seated round the table were four or five boys, none older than the Dodger, smoking long clay pipes, and drinking spirits with the air of middle-aged men. Go to

6. “Dodger, take off the sausages; and draw a tub near the fire for Oliver. Go to

dodger's /ˈdɒdʒərz/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: do Dodger

Simple English: the possessive form of the nickname the Dodger.

Example: Follow their example and advice, especially the Dodger's.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Follow their example and advice, especially the Dodger’s. Go to

Original English Version

1. Make ’em your models,” tapping the fire-shovel on the hearth to add force to his words; “do everything they bid you, and take their advice in all matters - especially the Dodger’s, my dear. Go to

donkey's /ˈdɒŋkiz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: do burro

Simple English: The possessive form of donkey, an animal related to the horse.

Example: They heard a donkey's hooves on the paved road.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He ran after it and struck its head hard enough to break any skull except a donkey's. Go to

Original English Version

1. Mr. Gamfield growled a fierce imprecation on the donkey generally, but more particularly on his eyes; and, running after him, bestowed a blow on his head, which would inevitably have beaten in any skull but a donkey’s. Go to

doorways /ˈdɔːrweɪz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: vãos de porta; portais

Simple English: The openings where doors are fitted.

Example: People sheltered from the rain in shop doorways.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Large, dangerous-looking men left several doorways as if going on harmful business. Go to

dramatic /drəˈmætɪk/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: dramático; drástica

Simple English: Related to acting, theater performances, or emotionally intense situations.

Example: The dramatic scene in the play left the audience in tears.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. While they pitied him, he rubbed his eyes and produced some dramatic tears and sniffs. Go to

2. When he noticed the gentleman in the white waistcoat crossing the yard, he became even more dramatic to gain the man's attention and anger. Go to

eagerly /ˈiːɡərli/ (52 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: avidamente; com entusiasmo

Simple English: In a way that shows strong interest or excitement.

Example: She looked eagerly at the strange new sights.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. She grabbed his coat and eagerly asked if they would receive bread. Go to

2. “Were they full?” the Jew asked eagerly. Go to

Original English Version

1. Shall we have some bread, dear?” she said eagerly: catching at the undertaker’s coat, as he once more moved towards the door. Go to

2. At length, one morning, Oliver obtained the permission he had so eagerly sought. Go to

eagerness /ˈiːɡərnəs/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: ânsia; entusiasmo; avidez

Simple English: A strong wish to do or have something soon.

Example: The children waited by the door with obvious eagerness.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver’s eyes shone when he heard the word meat, and he trembled with eagerness to eat it. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver, whose eyes had glistened at the mention of meat, and who was trembling with eagerness to devour it, replied in the negative; and a plateful of coarse broken victuals was set before him. Go to

2. “Lined?” inquired the Jew, with eagerness. Go to

earnestly /ˈɜːnɪstli/ (11 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: seriamente; com sinceridade

Simple English: In a serious, sincere, or determined way.

Example: Lucy spoke earnestly to her father about her plans.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. He had been crouching on the step for some time: wondering at the great number of public-houses (every other house in Barnet was a tavern, large or small), gazing listlessly at the coaches as they passed through, and thinking how strange it seemed that they could do, with ease, in a few hours, what it had taken him a whole week of courage and determination beyond his years to accomplish: when he was roused by observing that a boy, who had passed him carelessly some minutes before, had returned, and was now surveying him most earnestly from the opposite side of the way. Go to

2. There seemed to be some very minute inscription on it; for the Jew laid it flat upon the table, and shading it with his hand, pored over it, long and earnestly. Go to

3. “Upon my word I was not, sir,” replied Oliver, earnestly. Go to

4. At length, he began to languish for fresh air, and took many occasions of earnestly entreating the old gentleman to allow him to go out to work with his two companions. Go to

eel /iːl/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: enguia

Simple English: A long thin fish that looks like a snake.

Example: An eel slipped through his fingers.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Then he twisted his body like an eel and cried about terrible pain, pretending that Oliver had caused serious internal injuries. Go to

Original English Version

1. Such agony, please, sir!” And here, Noah writhed and twisted his body into an extensive variety of eel-like positions; thereby giving Mr. Bumble to understand that, from the violent and sanguinary onset of Oliver Twist, he had sustained severe internal injury and damage, from which he was at that moment suffering the acutest torture. Go to

elm /elm/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: olmo

Simple English: A tall tree with broad leaves, common in old England.

Example: An old elm stood beside the cottage.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Along the wall stood elm boards cut into coffin shapes. Go to

Original English Version

1. Against the wall were ranged, in regular array, a long row of elm boards cut in the same shape: looking in the dim light, like high-shouldered ghosts with their hands in their breeches pockets. Go to

2. Coffin-plates, elm-chips, bright-headed nails, and shreds of black cloth, lay scattered on the floor; and the wall behind the counter was ornamented with a lively representation of two mutes in very stiff neckcloths, on duty at a large private door, with a hearse drawn by four black steeds, approaching in the distance. Go to

emptied /ˈemptid/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: esvaziou; esvaziado

Simple English: Past form of empty: removed everything from a container or made a place vacant.

Example: The contents were emptied into a large tub.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver had just washed and emptied the bowl out of the window when the Dodger returned with the lively boy who had smoked the night before. Go to

emptying /ˈemptiɪŋ/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: esvaziando

Simple English: Present participle of empty: removing all the contents from something.

Example: He began emptying the arrows onto the ground.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. One offered to hang up his cap, while another kindly put his hands into Oliver's pockets to save him the trouble of emptying them before bed. Go to

Original English Version

1. One young gentleman was very anxious to hang up his cap for him; and another was so obliging as to put his hands in his pockets, in order that, as he was very tired, he might not have the trouble of emptying them, himself, when he went to bed. Go to

2. He had scarcely washed himself, and made everything tidy, by emptying the basin out of the window, agreeably to the Jew’s directions, when the Dodger returned: accompanied by a very sprightly young friend, whom Oliver had seen smoking on the previous night, and who was now formally introduced to him as Charley Bates. Go to

entire /ɪnˈtaɪər/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: inteiro; toda; todo

Simple English: Involving or describing the whole of something.

Example: She ate the entire cake by herself during the party last night.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. His entire luggage was placed in his hand: a brown paper package about fifteen centimetres wide and eight centimetres deep. Go to

errands /ˈerəndz/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: recados; incumbências

Simple English: Short journeys made to take a message or to buy something.

Example: The boy ran errands for the shop.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Covered ways and yards, which here and there diverged from the main street, disclosed little knots of houses, where drunken men and women were positively wallowing in filth; and from several of the door-ways, great ill-looking fellows were cautiously emerging, bound, to all appearance, on no very well-disposed or harmless errands. Go to

excitable /ɪkˈsaɪtəbəl/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: excitável; facilmente agitado

Simple English: Easily made excited, agitated, or emotionally aroused.

Example: The excitable crowd began to shout and make noise.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Excitable natures, Mrs. Sowerberry! Go to

extraordinary /ɪkˈstrɔːrdɪnəri/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: extraordinário

Simple English: Remarkable or very unusual, often in a positive way.

Example: His performance in the competition was extraordinary, earning him first place.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Bumble said that even after offering a reward of ten pounds, later raised to twenty, and making extraordinary efforts, the parish had never discovered Oliver's father or his mother's home, name, or social position. Go to

fagin /ˈfeɪɡɪn/ (928 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Fagin

Simple English: A character in the story who leads a gang of young pickpockets.

Example: Oliver's happier life and new discoveries, and Fagin's last night.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Is Fagin upstairs?” Go to

2. “Here he is, Fagin,” said Jack Dawkins. Go to

3. They might have continued these services if Fagin had not struck their heads and shoulders with his fork. Go to

4. “We are very glad to see you, Oliver,” said Fagin. Go to

5. Then Fagin mixed hot gin and water for him and told him to drink quickly because someone else needed the glass. Go to

6. Only Fagin was in the room. Go to

Original English Version

1. Is Fagin upstairs?” Go to

2. “This is him, Fagin,” said Jack Dawkins; “my friend Oliver Twist.” Go to

3. Never poached upon old Fagin! Go to

4. “And what have you got, my dear?” said Fagin to Charley Bates. Go to

5. “There, my dear,” said Fagin. Go to

fainted /ˈfeɪntɪd/ (10 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: desmaiou

Simple English: Fell down and stopped being awake for a short time.

Example: He fainted in the hot, crowded room.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Now he looked up, walked a few steps, and fainted. Go to

fainting /ˈfeɪntɪŋ/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: desfalecidos; sem forças

Simple English: Losing consciousness for a short time.

Example: The heat caused several fainting spells that day.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Charlotte cried that Mrs. Sowerberry was fainting and told Noah to bring a glass of water quickly. Go to

fastened /ˈfæsənd/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: prenderam; fixaram

Simple English: Joined or fixed one thing firmly to another.

Example: They fastened his head onto his tin body.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. After satisfying himself upon this head, the Jew stepped gently to the door: which he fastened. Go to

fastening /ˈfɑːsənɪŋ/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: fecho; fixação

Simple English: A device, knot, or action that attaches or secures something.

Example: They made a sword-mat as an additional fastening for the boat.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “For a coffin first, and a porochial funeral afterwards,” replied Mr. Bumble, fastening the strap of the leathern pocket-book: which, like himself, was very corpulent. Go to

fiercely /ˈfɪrsli/ (19 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: ferozmente; intensamente

Simple English: In a strong and violent way.

Example: The ball of fire burned fiercely.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. As the undertaker approached the body, the man jumped up fiercely. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Nobody shall go near her,” said the man, starting fiercely up, as the undertaker approached the recess. Go to

2. “You were not awake an hour ago?” said the Jew, scowling fiercely on the boy. Go to

finding /ˈfaɪndɪŋ/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: encontrar; achando; achar

Simple English: A piece of information discovered from research.

Example: The key finding of the study suggests that diet greatly affects mental health.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He should not waste time finding his cap and could hold a knife against his black eye while running to reduce the swelling. Go to

fists /fɪsts/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: punhos

Simple English: Hands closed tightly with the fingers inside.

Example: The boy pressed his fists against his eyes.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The man closed his fists and stamped angrily. Go to

folding /ˈfoʊldɪŋ/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: dobrar; rebatíveis; desdobrável

Simple English: Designed to bend or fold to use less space.

Example: I bought a folding table that can be easily stored away.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The boy was eating bread and butter, cutting it with a folding knife into pieces as large as his mouth and then eating them very skilfully. Go to

2. He ran at full speed, surprising everyone who saw a charity boy racing through the streets without a cap and holding a folding knife to his eye. Go to

foolishness /ˈfuːlɪʃnəs/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: tolice; insensatez

Simple English: Behaviour that shows no good sense.

Example: He later laughed at his own foolishness.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Foolishness!” the beadle interrupted. Go to

forefinger /ˈfɔːrfɪŋɡər/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: dedo indicador

Simple English: The finger next to the thumb.

Example: He pointed with his forefinger.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “You’ll make your fortune, Mr. Sowerberry,” said the beadle, as he thrust his thumb and forefinger into the proffered snuff-box of the undertaker: which was an ingenious little model of a patent coffin. Go to

foundlings /ˈfaʊndlɪŋz/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: crianças abandonadas; enjeitados

Simple English: Children who have been abandoned and found by others.

Example: The hospital provided a home for foundlings.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. We name foundlings in alphabetical order. Go to

frighten /ˈfraɪtən/ (16 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: assustar; amedrontar

Simple English: To make someone feel afraid.

Example: It was very easy to frighten them.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He almost expected a terrible figure to rise from it and frighten him mad. Go to

2. I only wanted to frighten you. Go to

Original English Version

1. I only tried to frighten you. Go to

funerals /ˈfjuːnərəlz/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: funerais

Simple English: ceremonies held when people are buried or cremated

Example: Carriages appeared on the street only for weddings and funerals.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “I do not mean a regular mourner for adult funerals, my dear, but only for children’s funerals. Go to

2. He also went to adult funerals so he could learn the calm manner expected from a skilled undertaker. Go to

3. At funerals of rich people, nephews and nieces who had seemed unable to control their grief often became cheerful together. Go to

4. Between these three enemies and the many funerals, Oliver's life was very uncomfortable. Go to

Original English Version

1. Charlotte treated him ill, because Noah did; and Mrs. Sowerberry was his decided enemy, because Mr. Sowerberry was disposed to be his friend; so, between these three on one side, and a glut of funerals on the other, Oliver was not altogether as comfortable as the hungry pig was, when he was shut up, by mistake, in the grain department of a brewery. Go to

funnier /ˈfʌniər/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: mais engraçado

Simple English: More amusing or more strange.

Example: The second hat looked funnier than the first.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. When this made Oliver cry, Noah tried to be even funnier and attacked him personally. Go to

furiously /ˈfjʊriəsli/ (14 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: furiosamente

Simple English: in an extremely angry or violent manner

Example: The queen spoke furiously and threw the inkpot.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Fagin shut the box with a loud crash, grabbed a bread knife from the table, and jumped up furiously. Go to

Original English Version

1. “I tell you,” said the man: clenching his hands, and stamping furiously on the floor, - “I tell you I won’t have her put into the ground. Go to

2. He closed the lid of the box with a loud crash; and, laying his hand on a bread knife which was on the table, started furiously up. Go to

fussy /ˈfʌsi/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: exigente; cheio de manias; rebuscado

Simple English: Too concerned with small details, or hard to please.

Example: He is fussy about how the table is laid.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. I suppose the boy is not too fussy to eat them. Go to

2. He said he was not fussy, and a full plate of rough scraps was placed before him. Go to

gamfield /ˈɡæmfiːld/ (44 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Gamfield

Simple English: the surname of a chimney sweep character

Example: Gamfield walked down the High Street.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. One morning, while Oliver lived in this miserable state, a chimney sweep named Mr. Gamfield walked down the High Street. Go to

2. “Stop!” Mr. Gamfield said to the donkey. Go to

3. Mr. Gamfield cursed the donkey and especially its eyes. Go to

4. After seeing how Gamfield treated the donkey, he happily decided that this was exactly the master Oliver needed. Go to

5. Gamfield also smiled because the reward was the five pounds he needed. Go to

6. Gamfield read the notice again, touched his cap respectfully, and spoke to the gentleman. Go to

Original English Version

1. It chanced one morning, while Oliver’s affairs were in this auspicious and comfortable state, that Mr. Gamfield, chimney-sweep, went his way down the High Street, deeply cogitating in his mind his ways and means of paying certain arrears of rent, for which his landlord had become rather pressing. Go to

2. “Wo - o!” said Mr. Gamfield to the donkey. Go to

3. Mr. Gamfield growled a fierce imprecation on the donkey generally, but more particularly on his eyes; and, running after him, bestowed a blow on his head, which would inevitably have beaten in any skull but a donkey’s. Go to

4. Having witnessed the little dispute between Mr. Gamfield and the donkey, he smiled joyously when that person came up to read the bill, for he saw at once that Mr. Gamfield was exactly the sort of master Oliver Twist wanted. Go to

5. Mr. Gamfield smiled, too, as he perused the document; for five pounds was just the sum he had been wishing for; and, as to the boy with which it was encumbered, Mr. Gamfield, knowing what the dietary of the workhouse was, well knew he would be a nice small pattern, just the very thing for register stoves. Go to

6. “This here boy, sir, wot the parish wants to ’prentis,” said Mr. Gamfield. Go to

gamfield's /ˈɡæmfiːldz/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: de Gamfield

Simple English: belonging to the character Gamfield

Example: Gamfield's face brightened.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Gamfield's face brightened. Go to

2. In fact, Gamfield's evil face clearly showed his cruelty. Go to

Original English Version

1. Mr. Gamfield’s most sanguine estimate of his finances could not raise them within full five pounds of the desired amount; and, in a species of arithmetical desperation, he was alternately cudgelling his brains and his donkey, when passing the workhouse, his eyes encountered the bill on the gate. Go to

2. Mr. Gamfield’s countenance brightened, as, with a quick step, he returned to the table, and said, Go to

gasping /ˈɡæspɪŋ/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: boquiaberto; sem fôlego

Simple English: Breathing in quickly and with difficulty.

Example: He reached the top of the hill gasping for air.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. The fact is, that there was considerable difficulty in inducing Oliver to take upon himself the office of respiration, - a troublesome practice, but one which custom has rendered necessary to our easy existence; and for some time he lay gasping on a little flock mattress, rather unequally poised between this world and the next: the balance being decidedly in favour of the latter. Go to

2. She couldn’t even see her children’s faces, though we heard her gasping out their names. Go to

gentleman's /ˈdʒɛntəlmənz/ (33 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: do cavalheiro; do senhor

Simple English: Belonging to a man of good manners or high rank.

Example: The gentleman's coat was left behind.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. No one disagreed with the gentleman's prediction. Go to

2. He secretly planned to earn the old gentleman's approval quickly and avoid Dawkins later if the boy proved impossible to improve. Go to

Original English Version

1. Nobody controverted the prophetic gentleman’s opinion. Go to

2. The gentleman’s notice was very soon attracted; for he had not walked three paces, when he turned angrily round, and inquired what that young cur was howling for, and why Mr. Bumble did not favour him with something which would render the series of vocular exclamations so designated, an involuntary process? Go to

3. Oliver wondered what picking the old gentleman’s pocket in play, had to do with his chances of being a great man. Go to

4. Oliver was rendered the more anxious to be actively employed, by what he had seen of the stern morality of the old gentleman’s character. Go to

5. Perhaps these were reasons for the old gentleman’s giving his assent; but, whether they were or no, he told Oliver he might go, and placed him under the joint guardianship of Charley Bates, and his friend the Dodger. Go to

glanced /ɡlænst/ (14 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: lançou um olhar; deu uma olhada

Simple English: Looked at something quickly.

Example: She glanced at the clock and stood up.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Mr. Bumble wiped from his forehead the perspiration which his walk had engendered, glanced complacently at the cocked hat, and smiled. Go to

2. For a second or two, Oliver glanced up the street, and down the street, and over the way: impressed with the belief that the unknown, who had addressed him through the key-hole, had walked a few paces off, to warm himself; for nobody did he see but a big charity-boy, sitting on a post in front of the house, eating a slice of bread and butter: which he cut into wedges, the size of his mouth, with a clasp-knife, and then consumed with great dexterity. Go to

3. Ha! ha! you’re a brave boy, Oliver.” The Jew rubbed his hands with a chuckle, but glanced uneasily at the box, notwithstanding. Go to

glances /ˈɡlænsɪz/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: olhares rápidos

Simple English: Quick or brief looks.

Example: Henry cast anxious glances back into the grey distance.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Mr. and Mrs. Sowerberry - the shop being shut up - were taking their supper in the little back-parlour, when Mr. Sowerberry, after several deferential glances at his wife, said, Go to

2. Although Oliver had enough to occupy his attention in keeping sight of his leader, he could not help bestowing a few hasty glances on either side of the way, as he passed along. Go to

gloomy /ˈɡluːmi/ (25 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sombrio; escuro; lúgubre

Simple English: Dark and depressing, or sad and without hope.

Example: The waiting room was gloomy even at midday.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. By the light of a suitably gloomy candle, he was writing in his account book when Mr. Bumble entered. Go to

Original English Version

1. Mr. Bumble shook his head with gloomy mystery, and said he wished he might come to good; whereunto Mr. Gamfield replied, that he wished he might come to him; which, although he agreed with the beadle in most matters, would seem to be a wish of a totally opposite description. Go to

2. An unfinished coffin on black tressels, which stood in the middle of the shop, looked so gloomy and death-like that a cold tremble came over him, every time his eyes wandered in the direction of the dismal object: from which he almost expected to see some frightful form slowly rear its head, to drive him mad with terror. Go to

3. It was not until he was left alone in the silence and stillness of the gloomy workshop of the undertaker, that Oliver gave way to the feelings which the day’s treatment may be supposed likely to have awakened in a mere child. Go to

graciously /ˈɡreɪʃəsli/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: gentilmente; com benevolência

Simple English: In a kind and polite way, especially by someone of high rank.

Example: She graciously accepted the apology.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. After a short time, she graciously gave him permission. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver, having taken down the shutters, and broken a pane of glass in his effort to stagger away beneath the weight of the first one to a small court at the side of the house in which they were kept during the day, was graciously assisted by Noah: who having consoled him with the assurance that “he’d catch it,” condescended to help him. Go to

2. After a short duration, the permission was most graciously conceded. Go to

grand /ɡrænd/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Grand; miI; grão

Simple English: Impressive in size, style, or appearance; very large.

Example: The grand hotel had beautiful architecture and luxurious accommodations.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Will you come with me, Oliver?” Mr. Bumble asked in a grand voice. Go to

2. Behind the counter was a cheerful picture of two funeral servants at a grand door, while a hearse drawn by four black horses approached. Go to

grandly /ˈɡrændli/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: grandiosamente; com pompa

Simple English: In a rich or impressive way.

Example: The hall was grandly decorated for the feast.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Eat your food and be thankful,” Mr. Bumble said grandly. Go to

grate /ɡreɪt/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: rangido; raspar áspero

Simple English: A metal frame that holds the fire in a fireplace.

Example: The coals fell through the grate.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “Oh, you little un-grate-ful, mur-de-rous, hor-rid villain!” And between every syllable, Charlotte gave Oliver a blow with all her might: accompanying it with a scream, for the benefit of society. Go to

grinned /ɡrɪnd/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sorriu de orelha a orelha

Simple English: Smiled widely, showing the teeth.

Example: He grinned when he saw who was at the door.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. They gathered around the Dodger, heard his whisper, and grinned at Oliver. Go to

2. The old man grinned too. Go to

3. The old man grinned, bowed, took Oliver's hand, and said he hoped to know him well. Go to

Original English Version

1. These all crowded about their associate as he whispered a few words to the Jew; and then turned round and grinned at Oliver. Go to

2. The Jew grinned; and, making a low obeisance to Oliver, took him by the hand, and hoped he should have the honour of his intimate acquaintance. Go to

gripping /ˈɡrɪpɪŋ/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: agarrando; empolgante

Simple English: Holding tightly; also holding the attention completely.

Example: It was a gripping story from the first page.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Juries,” said Mr. Bumble, gripping his cane as he often did when angry, “are uneducated, common, miserable creatures.” Go to

growled /ɡraʊld/ (43 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: rosnou

Simple English: Made a low, angry sound.

Example: He often growled at the Scarecrow.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Mr. Gamfield growled a fierce imprecation on the donkey generally, but more particularly on his eyes; and, running after him, bestowed a blow on his head, which would inevitably have beaten in any skull but a donkey’s. Go to

gutter /ˈɡʌtər/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sarjeta

Simple English: The low channel at the side of a street where water runs.

Example: A coin rolled into the gutter.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The gutter was still and filthy, and even the dead rats looked starved. Go to

halfpenny /ˈheɪpəni/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: meio penny; moeda de meio penny

Simple English: A former British coin or amount worth half a penny.

Example: He paid a halfpenny for the small paper.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Some promised him a halfpenny if he ran beside the coach to the hilltop. Go to

Original English Version

1. Upon this, the parish authorities magnanimously and humanely resolved, that Oliver should be “farmed,” or, in other words, that he should be dispatched to a branch-workhouse some three miles off, where twenty or thirty other juvenile offenders against the poor-laws, rolled about the floor all day, without the inconvenience of too much food or too much clothing, under the parental superintendence of an elderly female, who received the culprits at and for the consideration of sevenpence-halfpenny per small head per week. Go to

2. Sevenpence-halfpenny’s worth per week is a good round diet for a child; a great deal may be got for sevenpence-halfpenny, quite enough to overload its stomach, and make it uncomfortable. Go to

3. No chance-child was he, for he could trace his genealogy all the way back to his parents, who lived hard by; his mother being a washerwoman, and his father a drunken soldier, discharged with a wooden leg, and a diurnal pension of twopence-halfpenny and an unstateable fraction. Go to

4. He waited at the bottom of a steep hill till a stage-coach came up, and then begged of the outside passengers; but there were very few who took any notice of him: and even those told him to wait till they got to the top of the hill, and then let them see how far he could run for a halfpenny. Go to

handkerchief /ˈhæŋkərtʃɪf/ (51 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: lenço

Simple English: A small square of cloth used for wiping the nose or face.

Example: He folded his handkerchief and put it back in his pocket.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The board's cruel treatment might have driven him to kill himself, but he had no handkerchief and was still only a child. Go to

2. Mr. Bumble removed his cocked hat, took a handkerchief from inside it, and wiped away the sweat caused by his anger. Go to

3. Using the candle's last light, he tied his few clothes in a handkerchief. Go to

4. The old man filled his pockets with a snuffbox, wallet, watch, chain, pin, handkerchief, and glasses case. Go to

5. Is my handkerchief hanging out of my pocket?” Go to

6. Oliver held the bottom of the pocket with one hand, as the Dodger had done, and gently pulled out the handkerchief with the other. Go to

Original English Version

1. It appears, at first sight not unreasonable to suppose, that, if he had entertained a becoming feeling of respect for the prediction of the gentleman in the white waistcoat, he would have established that sage individual’s prophetic character, once and for ever, by tying one end of his pocket-handkerchief to a hook in the wall, and attaching himself to the other. Go to

2. Mr Bumble lifted off his cocked hat; took a handkerchief from the inside of the crown; wiped from his forehead the perspiration which his rage had engendered; fixed the cocked hat on again; and, turning to the undertaker, said in a calmer voice: Go to

3. Having availed himself of the expiring light of the candle to tie up in a handkerchief the few articles of wearing apparel he had, sat himself down upon a bench, to wait for morning. Go to

4. The merry old gentleman, placing a snuff-box in one pocket of his trousers, a note-case in the other, and a watch in his waistcoat pocket, with a guard-chain round his neck, and sticking a mock diamond pin in his shirt: buttoned his coat tight round him, and putting his spectacle-case and handkerchief in his pockets, trotted up and down the room with a stick, in imitation of the manner in which old gentlemen walk about the streets any hour in the day. Go to

5. At last, the Dodger trod upon his toes, or ran upon his boot accidently, while Charley Bates stumbled up against him behind; and in that one moment they took from him, with the most extraordinary rapidity, snuff-box, note-case, watch-guard, chain, shirt-pin, pocket-handkerchief, even the spectacle-case. Go to

6. He’ll be a great man himself, and will make you one too, if you take pattern by him. - Is my handkerchief hanging out of my pocket, my dear?” said the Jew, stopping short. Go to

handkerchiefs /ˈhæŋkərtʃɪfs/ (25 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: lenços

Simple English: Small squares of cloth used for wiping the face.

Example: They took out handkerchiefs and began to cry.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Yes, he is sorting the handkerchiefs. Go to

2. Many silk handkerchiefs hung nearby, and rough beds made from old sacks covered the floor. Go to

3. Ah, you are looking at the handkerchiefs, my dear! Go to

4. “Handkerchiefs,” replied Bates, showing four of them. Go to

5. “You would like to make pocket handkerchiefs as easily as Charley, would you not?” asked the Jew. Go to

6. Now I will show you how to remove the marks from the handkerchiefs.” Go to

Original English Version

1. To the performance of this feat, however, there was one obstacle: namely, that pocket-handkerchiefs being decided articles of luxury, had been, for all future times and ages, removed from the noses of paupers by the express order of the board, in council assembled: solemnly given and pronounced under their hands and seals. Go to

2. He was dressed in a greasy flannel gown, with his throat bare; and seemed to be dividing his attention between the frying-pan and the clothes-horse, over which a great number of silk handkerchiefs were hanging. Go to

3. Ah, you’re a-staring at the pocket-handkerchiefs! eh, my dear? Go to

4. “Wipes,” replied Master Bates; at the same time producing four pocket-handkerchiefs. Go to

5. “You’d like to be able to make pocket-handkerchiefs as easy as Charley Bates, wouldn’t you, my dear?” said the Jew. Go to

6. And now come here, and I’ll show you how to take the marks out of the handkerchiefs.” Go to

handle /ˈhændl/ (8 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: lidar com; identificador; manipular

Simple English: To deal with a situation or problem successfully.

Example: It is important to handle conflicts with care and understanding.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Good dry wood is expensive, and all the iron handles come by canal from Birmingham.” Go to

harmed /hɑːrmd/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: ferido; prejudicado

Simple English: Hurt or damaged.

Example: The birds saw that he was not harmed.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. However, admitting this would have harmed her dignity, so she sharply asked why her husband had not thought of such an obvious idea earlier. Go to

harmful /ˈhɑːrmfəl/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: prejudicial; nocivos; danosas

Simple English: Causing damage or negative effects to others or the environment.

Example: Smoking is harmful to your health and can lead to severe diseases.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Large, dangerous-looking men left several doorways as if going on harmful business. Go to

haunts /hɔːnts/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: lugares frequentados; assombra

Simple English: Places someone often visits, or the verb meaning repeatedly troubles or appears to someone.

Example: The memory of the wreck still haunts him.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Some houses which had become insecure from age and decay, were prevented from falling into the street, by huge beams of wood reared against the walls, and firmly planted in the road; but even these crazy dens seemed to have been selected as the nightly haunts of some houseless wretches, for many of the rough boards which supplied the place of door and window, were wrenched from their positions, to afford an aperture wide enough for the passage of a human body. Go to

hearse /hɜːrs/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: carro funerário

Simple English: A vehicle used to carry a coffin to a funeral or burial.

Example: A dirty hearse moved slowly through the crowd.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Behind the counter was a cheerful picture of two funeral servants at a grand door, while a hearse drawn by four black horses approached. Go to

Original English Version

1. Coffin-plates, elm-chips, bright-headed nails, and shreds of black cloth, lay scattered on the floor; and the wall behind the counter was ornamented with a lively representation of two mutes in very stiff neckcloths, on duty at a large private door, with a hearse drawn by four black steeds, approaching in the distance. Go to

hearth /hɑːrθ/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: lareira; lar

Simple English: The floor of a fireplace, or the home itself.

Example: The cat slept in front of the warm hearth.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. An old woman, too, had drawn a low stool to the cold hearth, and was sitting beside him. Go to

2. Make ’em your models,” tapping the fire-shovel on the hearth to add force to his words; “do everything they bid you, and take their advice in all matters - especially the Dodger’s, my dear. Go to

hearty /ˈhɑːrti/ (10 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: caloroso; vigoroso; saudável

Simple English: Warm and enthusiastic, strong and healthy, or satisfying and substantial.

Example: He greeted them with a hearty laugh.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “Oh, you queer soul!” said Charlotte, bursting into a hearty laugh, in which she was joined by Noah; after which they both looked scornfully at poor Oliver Twist, as he sat shivering on the box in the coldest corner of the room, and ate the stale pieces which had been specially reserved for him. Go to

2. Here, a pot of beer was brought in, by direction of the mysterious youth; and Oliver, falling to, at his new friend’s bidding, made a long and hearty meal, during the progress of which the strange boy eyed him from time to time with great attention. Go to

3. They were not exactly pretty, perhaps; but they had a great deal of colour in their faces, and looked quite stout and hearty. Go to

hedges /ˈhedʒɪz/ (10 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sebes; cercas vivas

Simple English: Lines of bushes planted close together as a boundary.

Example: The lane runs between two tall hedges.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Though he was nearly five miles from town, he alternately ran and hid behind hedges until noon, afraid that someone might catch him. Go to

Original English Version

1. Though he was nearly five miles away from the town, he ran, and hid behind the hedges, by turns, till noon, fearing that he might be pursued and overtaken. Go to

hesitated /ˈhɛzɪteɪtɪd/ (22 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: hesitou; vacilou

Simple English: Waited before acting because of doubt or fear.

Example: The Lion no longer hesitated.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He looked around nervously and hesitated for a moment. Go to

Original English Version

1. If he had hesitated for one instant to punish Oliver most severely, it must be quite clear to every experienced reader that he would have been, according to all precedents in disputes of matrimony established, a brute, an unnatural husband, an insulting creature, a base imitation of a man, and various other agreeable characters too numerous for recital within the limits of this chapter. Go to

hesitating /ˈhezɪteɪtɪŋ/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: hesitante; titubeante

Simple English: Pausing before acting because of doubt or fear.

Example: He gave a hesitating answer that convinced nobody.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. These two causes made him answer in a very low and hesitating voice; whereupon a gentleman in a white waistcoat said he was a fool. Go to

hilltop /ˈhɪltɑːp/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: cume da colina

Simple English: The top of a hill.

Example: They rode out to the hilltop again.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Some promised him a halfpenny if he ran beside the coach to the hilltop. Go to

hinted /ˈhɪntɪd/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: insinuou; deu a entender

Simple English: Said something in an indirect way.

Example: She hinted that the answer was in the letter.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver promised to obey, especially after Bumble hinted that something terrible might happen if he did not. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation for three months: at last they got so voracious and wild with hunger, that one boy, who was tall for his age, and hadn’t been used to that sort of thing (for his father had kept a small cook-shop), hinted darkly to his companions, that unless he had another basin of gruel _per diem_, he was afraid he might some night happen to eat the boy who slept next him, who happened to be a weakly youth of tender age. Go to

horribly /ˈhɔːrəbli/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: horrivelmente; terrivelmente

Simple English: In a very unpleasant or frightening way.

Example: The wind howled horribly around her.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Aha!” said Fagin, raising his shoulders and smiling horribly. Go to

howling /ˈhaʊlɪŋ/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: uivos; berreiro

Simple English: Long loud crying sounds.

Example: The howling of the dogs woke the village.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He turned angrily and asked why the young dog was howling and why Bumble did not hit him to make the noise happen without choice. Go to

Original English Version

1. The gentleman’s notice was very soon attracted; for he had not walked three paces, when he turned angrily round, and inquired what that young cur was howling for, and why Mr. Bumble did not favour him with something which would render the series of vocular exclamations so designated, an involuntary process? Go to

hugged /hʌɡd/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: abraçou

Simple English: Held someone closely in the arms to show love.

Example: He was so happy that he hugged them all.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Mrs. Mann hugged him many times and gave him something he needed more: bread and butter, so he would not look too hungry at the workhouse. Go to

humbly /ˈhʌmbli/ (10 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: humildemente; com modéstia

Simple English: In a modest way, without pride.

Example: The Lion spoke humbly about his courage.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Mrs. Mann humbly replied that she had only been telling one or two of the dear children, who loved him so much, that he was coming. Go to

2. “Not at all, my dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry humbly. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Not at all, my dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry humbly. Go to

hungrily /ˈhʌŋɡrəli/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: famintamente; com fome

Simple English: In a way that shows you want something very much.

Example: The boy ate hungrily and said nothing.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The boys scraped their bowls until they shone, stared hungrily at the pot, and sucked their fingers for drops of food. Go to

hurried /ˈhɜːrid/ (90 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: correram; foram depressa

Simple English: Moved or went quickly.

Example: The mice hurried away through the grass.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Mr. Bumble walked with long steps while little Oliver held tightly to his gold-trimmed sleeve and hurried beside him. Go to

2. At the beadle's order, Oliver bowed to thank them for these two “blessings.” Then they hurried him to a large room, where he cried himself to sleep on a hard bed. Go to

3. He freed himself from her hand, pulled Oliver after him, and hurried away. Go to

4. The bearers hurried under their light load, and the two mourners stayed as close as possible. Go to

5. After carefully arranging his hat and cane, he and Noah hurried to the undertaker's shop. Go to

6. Oliver hurried away from them in fear. Go to

Original English Version

1. For the combination of both these blessings in the one simple process of picking oakum, Oliver bowed low by the direction of the beadle, and was then hurried away to a large ward; where, on a rough, hard bed, he sobbed himself to sleep. Go to

2. If the inkstand had been where the old gentleman thought it was, he would have dipped his pen into it, and signed the indentures, and Oliver would have been straightway hurried off. Go to

3. Anything you like!” He disengaged himself from the old woman’s grasp; and, drawing Oliver after him, hurried away. Go to

4. Some few stopped to gaze at Oliver for a moment or two, or turned round to stare at him as they hurried by; but none relieved him, or troubled themselves to inquire how he came there. Go to

hurrying /ˈhʌriɪŋ/ (12 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: apressando-se; apressado

Simple English: Moving or acting quickly, often because time is short.

Example: Small groups were hurrying toward the town.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. A few stopped to stare at Oliver or looked back while hurrying past. Go to

Original English Version

1. There was not so great a necessity for hurrying as Mr. Sowerberry had anticipated, however; for when they reached the obscure corner of the churchyard in which the nettles grew, and where the parish graves were made, the clergyman had not arrived; and the clerk, who was sitting by the vestry-room fire, seemed to think it by no means improbable that it might be an hour or so, before he came. Go to

hush /hʌʃ/ (26 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: silêncio; quieto

Simple English: Used to tell someone to be quiet.

Example: Hush, my dear, he said softly.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “Hush!” said the gentleman who had spoken first. Go to

2. “Hush, Dick!” said Oliver, as the boy ran to the gate, and thrust his thin arm between the rails to greet him. Go to

impatiently /ɪmˈpeɪʃəntli/ (52 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: impacientemente

Simple English: In a way that shows you do not want to wait.

Example: He knocked impatiently on the closed door.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Oh, I am sure he will,” the woman replied impatiently, “with our food and drink. Go to

impressed /ɪmˈprɛst/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: impressionado; impressionou

Simple English: Admiring or respecting someone for excellent achievements or qualities.

Example: I was impressed by his ability to solve complex problems so quickly and easily.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Mrs. Sowerberry understood the funeral business and was impressed by the new idea. Go to

improperly /ɪmˈprɒpərli/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: indevidamente; de modo impróprio

Simple English: In a way that is unsuitable, incorrect, or against accepted rules.

Example: The officials denied that they had acted improperly.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “I hope,” Mr. Limbkins said nervously, “that the magistrates will not believe the authorities acted improperly merely because of a child's unsupported story.” Go to

inch (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: polegada; medida; unidade

Simple English: a unit of length equal to 2.54 centimetres

Example: The shelf is twelve inches wide.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Three or four extra inches beyond my calculation can seriously reduce my profit, especially when I have a family to support.” Go to

inform /ɪnˈfɔːrm/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: informar; avisar; comunicar

Simple English: To give information about someone or something officially.

Example: The manager will inform the staff about the new policies tomorrow.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The next morning, the public was informed again that Oliver Twist was available and that anyone who took him would receive five pounds. Go to

inkstand /ˈɪŋkstænd/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: tinteiro

Simple English: A small pot that holds ink for writing.

Example: He dipped his pen in the inkstand.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He fixed his glasses on his nose and looked for the inkstand. Go to

2. If the magistrate had found the inkstand, he would have signed the papers and Oliver would have been taken away. Go to

3. But the inkstand was directly under his nose, so he searched everywhere without seeing it. Go to

Original English Version

1. “I have no doubt you are, my friend,” replied the old gentleman: fixing his spectacles more firmly on his nose, and looking about him for the inkstand. Go to

2. If the inkstand had been where the old gentleman thought it was, he would have dipped his pen into it, and signed the indentures, and Oliver would have been straightway hurried off. Go to

innocently /ˈɪnəsəntli/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: inocentemente; com candura

Simple English: In a way that shows no bad meaning.

Example: She asked the question quite innocently.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver stared innocently at Bumble's opposite messages, but Bumble led him into the next room before he could speak. Go to

2. “Do you want a coffin, sir?” Oliver asked innocently. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver stared innocently in Mr. Bumble’s face at this somewhat contradictory style of address; but that gentleman prevented his offering any remark thereupon, by leading him at once into an adjoining room: the door of which was open. Go to

2. “Did you want a coffin, sir?” inquired Oliver, innocently. Go to

inns /ɪnz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: hospedarias; estalagens

Simple English: places that provide travelers with rooms and often food or drink

Example: They searched the village inns for a room.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. At inns, owners had servants drive him away because they thought he might steal. Go to

intended /ɪnˈtɛndɪd/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pretendido; destinado; intenção

Simple English: Planned, aimed for, or desired as a specific goal or purpose.

Example: The intended audience for the book was young adults seeking personal growth and knowledge.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. She wisely kept most of the money for herself and gave the children even less than the small amount intended for them. Go to

internal /ɪnˈtɜːrnəl/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: interno

Simple English: Located or occurring within something; inside rather than outside.

Example: The internal report revealed important insights about the company's financial health.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Then he twisted his body like an eel and cried about terrible pain, pretending that Oliver had caused serious internal injuries. Go to

investigation (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: investigação; inquérito; apuração

Simple English: a careful search for facts

Example: The police opened an investigation.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Sometimes a child died in a way that caused an official investigation. Go to

2. I first wore it at the investigation into the poor tradesman who died in a doorway at midnight.” Go to

islington /ˈɪzlɪŋtən/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Islington

Simple English: a district in north London, England

Example: Between three and four, we reached Islington.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Jack Dawkins did not want to enter London before dark, so they reached Islington at almost eleven. Go to

Original English Version

1. As John Dawkins objected to their entering London before nightfall, it was nearly eleven o’clock when they reached the turnpike at Islington. Go to

jew's /dʒuːz/ (28 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: do judeu; da judia

Simple English: Belonging to or associated with a Jewish person; also found in the established compound jew's-harp.

Example: The traveler followed the Jew's directions.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. For many days, Oliver stayed in the Jew’s room, removing marks from the many handkerchiefs brought home. Go to

Original English Version

1. These civilities would probably be extended much farther, but for a liberal exercise of the Jew’s toasting-fork on the heads and shoulders of the affectionate youths who offered them. Go to

2. He had scarcely washed himself, and made everything tidy, by emptying the basin out of the window, agreeably to the Jew’s directions, when the Dodger returned: accompanied by a very sprightly young friend, whom Oliver had seen smoking on the previous night, and who was now formally introduced to him as Charley Bates. Go to

3. For many days, Oliver remained in the Jew’s room, picking the marks out of the pocket-handkerchief, (of which a great number were brought home,) and sometimes taking part in the game already described: which the two boys and the Jew played, regularly, every morning. Go to

jug /dʒʌɡ/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: jarro; bilha

Simple English: A container with a handle for holding water.

Example: She filled the jug at the well.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. There is a jug of water by the door. Go to

2. Oliver crossed the room and bent down to lift the jug. Go to

Original English Version

1. Why, _the_ mill - the mill as takes up so little room that it’ll work inside a Stone Jug; and always goes better when the wind’s low with people, than when it’s high; acos then they can’t get workmen. Go to

juries /ˈdʒʊriz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: júris

Simple English: Groups of people chosen to hear evidence and decide a case in court.

Example: The two juries reached the same conclusion.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Juries,” said Mr. Bumble, gripping his cane as he often did when angry, “are uneducated, common, miserable creatures.” Go to

Original English Version

1. “Juries,” said Mr. Bumble, grasping his cane tightly, as was his wont when working into a passion: “juries is ineddicated, vulgar, grovelling wretches.” Go to

jury's /ˈdʒʊriz/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: do júri

Simple English: Belonging to or decided by a jury.

Example: The crowd waited to hear the jury's decision.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “The jury's decision was, ‘Died from the cold and from lacking the basic necessities of life,’ was it not?” Go to

jurymen /ˈdʒʊrimən/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: jurados; membros do júri

Simple English: An older term for men serving as members of a jury.

Example: All the jurymen fell out of the jury-box.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “If the board listened to all the nonsense spoken by ignorant jurymen, it would have too much work.” Go to

Original English Version

1. “If the board attended to all the nonsense that ignorant jurymen talk, they’d have enough to do.” Go to

keyhole /ˈkiːhoʊl/ (11 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: buraco da fechadura

Simple English: The hole in a lock where you put the key.

Example: He looked through the keyhole and saw nothing.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “I suppose you are the new boy, aren’t you?” said the voice through the keyhole. Go to

2. He thought the stranger who had spoken through the keyhole had walked away to keep warm. Go to

3. He first kicked the outside, then put his mouth to the keyhole and spoke in a deep, serious voice: Go to

4. He stepped back from the keyhole, stood as tall as possible, and silently stared at the three people around him. Go to

Original English Version

1. With this view he gave a kick at the outside, by way of prelude; and, then, applying his mouth to the keyhole, said, in a deep and impressive tone: Go to

2. He stepped back from the keyhole; drew himself up to his full height; and looked from one to another of the three by-standers, in mute astonishment. Go to

kneel /niːl/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: ajoelhar-se

Simple English: To go down and rest on your knees.

Example: You have to kneel to reach the books on the bottom shelf.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He ordered everyone to kneel and said she had starved to death. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Ah!” said the man: bursting into tears, and sinking on his knees at the feet of the dead woman; “kneel down, kneel down - kneel round her, every one of you, and mark my words! Go to

knelt /nɛlt/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: ajoelhou-se

Simple English: Went down so that the knees were on the ground.

Example: She knelt beside the little dog and held it.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He took a measuring tape from his pocket and knelt beside the body for a moment. Go to

Original English Version

1. The undertaker offered no reply to this raving; but producing a tape from his pocket, knelt down for a moment by the side of the body. Go to

Glossary: New Words (2/3)

knocker /ˈnɑːkər/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: aldrava; batente de porta

Simple English: A metal fitting on a door, used for knocking to announce a visitor.

Example: She lifted the brass knocker and let it fall twice.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The open door had no bell or knocker. Go to

Original English Version

1. There was neither knocker nor bell-handle at the open door where Oliver and his master stopped; so, groping his way cautiously through the dark passage, and bidding Oliver keep close to him and not be afraid, the undertaker mounted to the top of the first flight of stairs. Go to

lady's /ˈleɪdiz/ (22 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: da senhora

Simple English: Belonging to a woman of high rank or good manners.

Example: The lady's gloves were left on the seat.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Mr. Sowerberry remarked it and, without allowing time for any observation on the good lady’s part, proceeded. Go to

laziness /ˈleɪzinəs/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: preguiça

Simple English: The habit of not wanting to work.

Example: He lost the place through pure laziness.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. When the Dodger or Charley returned empty-handed, he angrily warned against laziness and sent them to bed without supper. Go to

leaned /liːnd/ (13 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: apoiou; encostou

Simple English: Rested part of the body against something for support.

Example: Dorothy leaned her chin upon her hand.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The surgeon leaned over the body and lifted her left hand. Go to

2. Finally, he gave up, leaned back, and whispered: Go to

Original English Version

1. The surgeon leaned over the body, and raised the left hand. Go to

leftovers /ˈlɛftoʊvərz/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: sobras; restos

Simple English: Food that is not eaten at a meal.

Example: She gave the leftovers to the birds.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Mrs. Sowerberry's “generosity” had consisted of giving Oliver dirty leftovers that nobody else would eat. Go to

lighted /ˈlaɪtɪd/ (17 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: acesa; iluminada

Simple English: Turned on or set on fire so as to give light.

Example: A lighted candle stood alone on the windowsill.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. With the slice of bread in his hand, and the little brown-cloth parish cap on his head, Oliver was then led away by Mr. Bumble from the wretched home where one kind word or look had never lighted the gloom of his infant years. Go to

limbkins /ˈlɪmbkɪnz/ (25 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Limbkins

Simple English: the surname of a strict workhouse board member character

Example: Limbkins, forgive me, sir!

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Limbkins, forgive me, sir! Go to

2. “More?” Mr. Limbkins said. Go to

3. “It is an unpleasant trade,” said Mr. Limbkins after Gamfield repeated his offer. Go to

4. The gentleman in the white waistcoat found this explanation amusing, but a look from Mr. Limbkins stopped his laughter. Go to

5. The board members sat down again with serious faces, and Mr. Limbkins said: Go to

6. “No,” replied Mr. Limbkins. Go to

Original English Version

1. Limbkins, I beg your pardon, sir! Go to

2. “For _more_!” said Mr. Limbkins. Go to

3. “It’s a nasty trade,” said Mr. Limbkins, when Gamfield had again stated his wish. Go to

4. The gentleman in the white waistcoat appeared very much amused by this explanation; but his mirth was speedily checked by a look from Mr. Limbkins. Go to

5. At length the whispering ceased; and the members of the board, having resumed their seats and their solemnity, Mr. Limbkins said: Go to

6. “No,” replied Mr. Limbkins; “at least, as it’s a nasty business, we think you ought to take something less than the premium we offered.” Go to

limped /lɪmpt/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: mancou; coxeou

Simple English: Walked with difficulty because of a hurt leg or foot.

Example: The poor animal limped on three legs.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Early on the seventh morning, Oliver slowly limped into Barnet. Go to

Original English Version

1. Early on the seventh morning after he had left his native place, Oliver limped slowly into the little town of Barnet. Go to

lively /ˈlaɪvli/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: animada; vívido; alegre

Simple English: Full of energy and excitement; animated in action.

Example: The lively music made everyone want to dance and celebrate.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. After a lively discussion, Oliver was locked up. Go to

2. Oliver had just washed and emptied the bowl out of the window when the Dodger returned with the lively boy who had smoked the night before. Go to

loaf /loʊf/ (13 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pão; fôrma de pão

Simple English: Bread that has been baked in one large piece.

Example: We bought a warm loaf on the way home.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. She also asked for cake and wine, then lowered her request to a loaf of bread and a cup of water. Go to

2. Meanwhile, Mr. Bumble had given the family half a loaf and some cheese. Go to

3. The next morning, Oliver was cold, stiff, and so hungry that he spent his penny on a small loaf in the first village. Go to

4. He bought cooked ham and a small loaf, placing the ham inside a hole in the bread to protect it from dust. Go to

Original English Version

1. Never mind; send some bread - only a loaf of bread and a cup of water. Go to

2. The next day, (the family having been meanwhile relieved with a half-quartern loaf and a piece of cheese, left with them by Mr. Bumble himself,) Oliver and his master returned to the miserable abode; where Mr. Bumble had already arrived, accompanied by four men from the workhouse, who were to act as bearers. Go to

3. He felt cold and stiff, when he got up next morning, and so hungry that he was obliged to exchange the penny for a small loaf, in the very first village through which he passed. Go to

4. Assisting Oliver to rise, the young gentleman took him to an adjacent chandler’s shop, where he purchased a sufficiency of ready-dressed ham and a half-quartern loaf, or, as he himself expressed it, “a fourpenny bran!” the ham being kept clean and preserved from dust, by the ingenious expedient of making a hole in the loaf by pulling out a portion of the crumb, and stuffing it therein. Go to

5. There was a deal table before the fire: upon which were a candle, stuck in a ginger-beer bottle, two or three pewter pots, a loaf and butter, and a plate. Go to

longed /lɔːŋd/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: ansiava; desejava profundamente

Simple English: Wanted something very much, often for a long time.

Example: Stubb longed for vermillion stars to be painted upon the blade of his every oar; screwing each oar in his big vice of wood, the carpenter symmetrically supplies the constellation.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. At last, he longed for fresh air and often begged to go out to work with the two boys. Go to

loosened /ˈluːsənd/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: soltaram-se; afrouxaram

Simple English: Became less tight or less closed.

Example: He loosened his belt after the big meal.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Then she loosened the fallen man's neckcloth and walked unsteadily toward the undertaker. Go to

Original English Version

1. It wouldn’t have loosened the knot, or kept the drop up, a minute longer. Go to

lord /lɔːrd/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: senhor; Lorde; Deus

Simple English: Man of high rank within the noble class.

Example: The lord held a feast to celebrate the harvest season.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. This gives us something pleasant to consider: it shows how wonderful human nature can become, and how the same fine qualities appear equally in the greatest lord and the dirtiest charity boy. Go to

lung /lʌŋ/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pulmão

Simple English: Organ in chest responsible for breathing and oxygen exchange.

Example: Smoking can damage your lung health and reduce breathing capacity.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. When Oliver showed that his lungs worked, the rough cover on the iron bed moved. Go to

magistrate's /ˈmædʒɪstreɪts/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: do magistrado

Simple English: The possessive form of magistrate.

Example: The magistrate's questions made the witness uneasy.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. A magistrate's order, was it? Go to

mann's /mænz/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: de Mann

Simple English: belonging to a woman named Mrs. Mann, a caretaker character in the story

Example: Mann's care.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. There, twenty or thirty poor children received too little food and clothing under Mrs. Mann's care. Go to

2. Mrs. Mann's system had similar results. Go to

matching /ˈmætʃɪŋ/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: correspondência; combinando; harmonização

Simple English: Having similar patterns, colors, or complementary design.

Example: She wore a matching scarf with her coat for the winter event.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He wore an old black suit, repaired black stockings, and matching shoes. Go to

mealtimes /ˈmiːltaɪmz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: horários das refeições

Simple English: The usual times when meals are eaten.

Example: The bell rang at mealtimes.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. At mealtimes, the master and two women served porridge from a large pot. Go to

Original English Version

1. The room in which the boys were fed, was a large stone hall, with a copper at one end: out of which the master, dressed in an apron for the purpose, and assisted by one or two women, ladled the gruel at mealtimes. Go to

measles /ˈmiːzəlz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sarampo

Simple English: A contagious viral disease that causes fever and a red rash.

Example: The child recovered from measles.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Many children died of measles, and Oliver led their funeral processions in mourning clothes, which greatly moved the town's mothers. Go to

Original English Version

1. The oldest inhabitants recollected no period at which measles had been so prevalent, or so fatal to infant existence; and many were the mournful processions which little Oliver headed, in a hat-band reaching down to his knees, to the indescribable admiration and emotion of all the mothers in the town. Go to

mechanically /məˈkænɪkli/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: mecanicamente

Simple English: In a machine-like way or by using machinery.

Example: She nodded mechanically.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. There was no fire in the room; but a man was crouching, mechanically, over the empty stove. Go to

mind's /maɪndz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: da mente

Simple English: belonging to the mind, the part of a person that thinks

Example: The mind's great power can move beyond ordinary time and space.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. In this state, a person partly understands the mind's great power to move beyond ordinary time, space, and the limits of the body. Go to

miser /ˈmaɪzər/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: avarento

Simple English: A person who hates spending money.

Example: The miser kept all his gold.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. People call me a miser, that is all.” Go to

2. Oliver thought the old man must be a miser to live in such a dirty place while owning so many watches. Go to

Original English Version

1. The folks call me a miser, my dear. Go to

2. Only a miser; that’s all.” Go to

3. Oliver thought the old gentleman must be a decided miser to live in such a dirty place, with so many watches; but, thinking that perhaps his fondness for the Dodger and the other boys, cost him a good deal of money, he only cast a deferential look at the Jew, and asked if he might get up. Go to

mistreat /mɪsˈtriːt/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: maltratar

Simple English: To treat someone cruelly or badly.

Example: The law was written to protect workers from being mistreated.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “I am running away because they beat and mistreat me. Go to

moaned /moʊnd/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: gemeu; lamentou-se

Simple English: Made a long low crying sound.

Example: The wind moaned around the empty house.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. He felt frightened at first, for the wind moaned dismally over the empty fields, and he was cold and hungry, and more alone than he had ever felt before. Go to

mocked /mɑːkt/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: escarnecida; ridicularizada

Simple English: Laughed at someone in an unkind way.

Example: The other boys mocked his old shoes.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. At night, after insulting his dead mother through the door, Mrs. Sowerberry sent him upstairs while Noah and Charlotte mocked him. Go to

moral /ˈmɒrəl/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: moral

Simple English: Following ethical principles of right and wrong behavior consistently.

Example: He always tries to make moral decisions, considering what is right.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. It was a complete moral revolution. Go to

2. Oliver decided that the boy had ignored his protector's moral advice. Go to

3. The old man’s strict morals made Oliver eager to work. Go to

4. Once, he even knocked them down the stairs, an unusually strong moral lesson. Go to

mourner /ˈmɔːrnər/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pessoa enlutada

Simple English: A person who grieves, especially at a funeral.

Example: Each mourner placed a flower by the grave.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “He would make a wonderful funeral mourner, my love.” Go to

2. “I do not mean a regular mourner for adult funerals, my dear, but only for children’s funerals. Go to

3. It would be new to have a mourner of the right size. Go to

mourners /ˈmɔːrnərz/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pessoas de luto; enlutados

Simple English: People who show sadness at a funeral.

Example: The mourners walked behind the cart.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The bearers hurried under their light load, and the two mourners stayed as close as possible. Go to

2. The mourners waited in wet earth under cold rain while ragged boys played among the graves and jumped over the coffin. Go to

Original English Version

1. Thus directed, the bearers trotted on under their light burden; and the two mourners kept as near them, as they could. Go to

2. So, they put the bier on the brink of the grave; and the two mourners waited patiently in the damp clay, with a cold rain drizzling down, while the ragged boys whom the spectacle had attracted into the churchyard played a noisy game at hide-and-seek among the tombstones, or varied their amusements by jumping backwards and forwards over the coffin. Go to

mumbled /ˈmʌmbəld/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: balbuciou; disse entre dentes

Simple English: Spoke quietly and not clearly.

Example: He mumbled an answer and looked away.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. As the wretched creature mumbled and chuckled in her hideous merriment, the undertaker turned to go away. Go to

murderous /ˈmɜːrdərəs/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: assassino; homicida; sanguinário

Simple English: Intending to kill, or likely to cause death.

Example: He gave the referee a murderous look and left the field.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Charlotte grabbed Oliver with all her great strength and called him an ungrateful, murderous little villain. Go to

murmured /ˈmɜːrmərd/ (21 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: murmuraram

Simple English: Said something in a soft, low voice.

Example: The crowd murmured when the lights went out.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. The grave-digger shovelled in the earth; stamped it loosely down with his feet: shouldered his spade; and walked off, followed by the boys, who murmured very loud complaints at the fun being over so soon. Go to

muttered /ˈmʌtərd/ (35 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: resmungou; murmurou

Simple English: Said something in a low voice that was hard to hear.

Example: He muttered a few words and walked away.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He cleared his throat three or four times and muttered something about “that troublesome cough.” Then he told Oliver to dry his eyes and behave well. Go to

Original English Version

1. With these, and other muttered reflections of the like nature, the Jew once more deposited the watch in its place of safety. Go to

2. At length he put it down, as if despairing of success; and, leaning back in his chair, muttered: Go to

muttering /ˈmʌtərɪŋ/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: resmungando

Simple English: Speaking in a low voice that is hard to hear.

Example: He walked away, muttering to himself.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Muttering similar thoughts, Fagin returned the watch to safety. Go to

Original English Version

1. Mr. Bumble regarded Oliver’s piteous and helpless look, with some astonishment, for a few seconds; hemmed three or four times in a husky manner; and after muttering something about “that troublesome cough,” bade Oliver dry his eyes and be a good boy. Go to

mutton /ˈmʌtən/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: carne de carneiro

Simple English: The meat of a grown sheep.

Example: They ate mutton with rice and onions.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. One day, Oliver and Noah went to the kitchen for their usual small dinner of poor-quality mutton. Go to

Original English Version

1. One day, Oliver and Noah had descended into the kitchen at the usual dinner-hour, to banquet upon a small joint of mutton - a pound and a half of the worst end of the neck; when Charlotte being called out of the way, there ensued a brief interval of time, which Noah Claypole, being hungry and vicious, considered he could not possibly devote to a worthier purpose than aggravating and tantalising young Oliver Twist. Go to

nameless /ˈneɪmləs/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sem nome; anônimo; indizível

Simple English: Having no name, or too terrible to be named.

Example: A nameless fear kept her awake until dawn.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. But now fate had placed a nameless orphan below him, someone even the poorest people could insult, so Noah passed all his insults on to Oliver with added cruelty. Go to

Original English Version

1. But, now that fortune had cast in his way a nameless orphan, at whom even the meanest could point the finger of scorn, he retorted on him with interest. Go to

narrower /ˈnæroʊər/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: mais estreito

Simple English: Less wide than something else.

Example: The path grew narrower as we climbed.

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1. At last he said, “Since the new feeding system began, the coffins have become narrower and less deep. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Well, well, Mr. Bumble,” he said at length, “there’s no denying that, since the new system of feeding has come in, the coffins are something narrower and more shallow than they used to be; but we must have some profit, Mr. Bumble. Go to

neat /niːt/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: arrumado; puro; pura

Simple English: Well-organized and tidy in appearance or arrangement.

Example: She keeps her office neat, with everything in its proper place.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Not as heavy as they could be,” said the Jew after looking inside, “but neat and well made. Go to

neatly /ˈniːtli/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: com capricho; cuidadosamente

Simple English: In a careful, tidy way.

Example: He soldered the tin neatly back in place.

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1. They wore a good deal of hair, not very neatly turned up behind, and were rather untidy about the shoes and stockings. Go to

necessities /nəˈsesətiz/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: necessidades

Simple English: things that are needed for ordinary life

Example: Food and shelter are basic necessities.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “The jury's decision was, ‘Died from the cold and from lacking the basic necessities of life,’ was it not?” Go to

neckcloth /ˈnekklɒθ/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: lenço de pescoço

Simple English: a cloth worn around the neck

Example: He tied a white neckcloth under his chin.

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1. Then she loosened the fallen man's neckcloth and walked unsteadily toward the undertaker. Go to

nephews /ˈnefjuz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sobrinhos

Simple English: sons of a person's siblings

Example: Her nephews visited during the holidays.

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1. At funerals of rich people, nephews and nieces who had seemed unable to control their grief often became cheerful together. Go to

Original English Version

1. For instance; when Sowerberry had an order for the burial of some rich old lady or gentleman, who was surrounded by a great number of nephews and nieces, who had been perfectly inconsolable during the previous illness, and whose grief had been wholly irrepressible even on the most public occasions, they would be as happy among themselves as need be - quite cheerful and contented - conversing together with as much freedom and gaiety, as if nothing whatever had happened to disturb them. Go to

nervously /ˈnɜːrvəsli/ (18 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: nervosamente; receosamente

Simple English: In a worried or frightened way.

Example: The mice looked at her nervously.

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Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Yes, sir,” the boy said nervously. Go to

2. “I hope,” Mr. Limbkins said nervously, “that the magistrates will not believe the authorities acted improperly merely because of a child's unsupported story.” Go to

3. After looking nervously at his wife several times, Mr. Sowerberry said: Go to

4. He looked around nervously and hesitated for a moment. Go to

nieces /ˈniːsɪz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sobrinhas

Simple English: In this passage, ?nieces? is used as a noun (plural); its meaning is fixed by the surrounding wording rather than by frequency alone.

Example: As he felt his way across the hall, he tripped over a toy cart left by one of his many nephews and nieces, then bumped loudly into a door.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. At funerals of rich people, nephews and nieces who had seemed unable to control their grief often became cheerful together. Go to

Original English Version

1. For instance; when Sowerberry had an order for the burial of some rich old lady or gentleman, who was surrounded by a great number of nephews and nieces, who had been perfectly inconsolable during the previous illness, and whose grief had been wholly irrepressible even on the most public occasions, they would be as happy among themselves as need be - quite cheerful and contented - conversing together with as much freedom and gaiety, as if nothing whatever had happened to disturb them. Go to

noah's /ˈnoʊəz/ (16 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Arca de Noé

Simple English: The large boat in the biblical story of Noah and the flood.

Example: The children saw a picture of Noah's Ark.

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1. The gentleman smiled kindly and patted Noah's head, which was higher than his own. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver having “caught it,” in fulfilment of Noah’s prediction, followed that young gentleman down the stairs to breakfast. Go to

2. Oliver, shut that door at Mister Noah’s back, and take them bits that I’ve put out on the cover of the bread-pan. Go to

3. Noah’s shouts were responded to, by a loud scream from Charlotte, and a louder from Mrs. Sowerberry; the former of whom rushed into the kitchen by a side-door, while the latter paused on the staircase till she was quite certain that it was consistent with the preservation of human life, to come further down. Go to

4. “Certainly, my boy; certainly,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat: smiling benignly, and patting Noah’s head, which was about three inches higher than his own. Go to

nobleman's /ˈnoʊbəlmən/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: nobre

Simple English: A man who belongs to the nobility.

Example: The nobleman's estate overlooked the valley.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Wrapped only in a blanket, he could have been a nobleman's child or a beggar's. Go to

nodded /ˈnɑːdɪd/ (68 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: acenou com a cabeça

Simple English: Moved the head up and down to say yes or to greet someone.

Example: The figure nodded kindly at her.

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1. Mr. Bumble nodded. Go to

Original English Version

1. The old gentleman in the tortoise-shell spectacles looked at his companion, he nodded significantly. Go to

2. Mr. Bumble nodded. Go to

3. Oh, Lor!” And here, Noah nodded his head expressively; and curled up as much of his small red nose as muscular action could collect together, for the occasion. Go to

nodding /ˈnɑːdɪŋ/ (13 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: acenando com a cabeça

Simple English: Moving the head down and up to show yes.

Example: He kept nodding while she talked.

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1. “She was my daughter,” said the old woman, nodding her head in the direction of the corpse; and speaking with an idiotic leer, more ghastly than even the presence of death in such a place. Go to

nostrils /ˈnɑːstrəlz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: narinas

Simple English: The two openings at the end of the nose.

Example: The horse opened its nostrils wide.

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Original English Version

1. Oliver’s colour rose as he said this; he breathed quickly; and there was a curious working of the mouth and nostrils, which Mr. Claypole thought must be the immediate precursor of a violent fit of crying. Go to

oatmeal /ˈoʊtmiːl/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: mingau de aveia

Simple English: A soft food made from oats cooked in water or milk.

Example: A dish of oatmeal steamed on the table.

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1. They supplied unlimited water but only small amounts of oatmeal: three bowls of thin porridge a day, two onions a week, and half a bread roll on Sundays. Go to

Original English Version

1. With this view, they contracted with the water-works to lay on an unlimited supply of water; and with a corn-factory to supply periodically small quantities of oatmeal; and issued three meals of thin gruel a day, with an onion twice a week, and half a roll of Sundays. Go to

obey /oʊˈbeɪ/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: obedecer; obedecei; cumpra

Simple English: To follow rules, commands, orders given by authority.

Example: Children must learn to obey their parents and teachers at school.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver promised to obey, especially after Bumble hinted that something terrible might happen if he did not. Go to

obeyed /oʊˈbeɪd/ (26 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: obedecido; cumprido

Simple English: Done as someone has ordered.

Example: Your commands shall be obeyed.

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1. Oliver obeyed at once and quickly wiped his eyes with his free hand. Go to

2. Oliver obeyed and went with his master on the business visit. Go to

3. Oliver obeyed. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver, put on your cap, and come with me.” Oliver obeyed, and followed his master on his professional mission. Go to

observe /əbˈzɜːrv/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: observar; respeitar

Simple English: To carefully watch something to gain knowledge.

Example: In the lab, we observe the behavior of the mice closely.

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1. “He needs to be, because he eats enough,” the woman observed. Go to

offend /əˈfɛnd/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: ofender

Simple English: To cause someone to feel disrespected or upset.

Example: His comment might offend people who take the issue seriously.

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1. Sweetly, Mrs. Mann asked him not to be offended. Go to

oliver's /ˈɒlɪvərz/ (219 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: de Oliver

Simple English: belonging to a character named Oliver (or Miss Oliver)

Example: "...sometimes I think Walter cares more for Dog Monday than he does for me," Rilla said, using Miss Oliver's style.

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1. Being born in a workhouse was not lucky, but in Oliver's case it may have saved him. Go to

2. Clothes quickly showed Oliver's place in society. Go to

3. Bumble said that even after offering a reward of ten pounds, later raised to twenty, and making extraordinary efforts, the parish had never discovered Oliver's father or his mother's home, name, or social position. Go to

4. Someone washed away as much of the thick dirt on Oliver's face and hands as one washing could remove. Go to

5. The master tried to hit Oliver's head with the serving spoon, caught him in one arm, and shouted for the beadle. Go to

6. For now, I will not spoil the story by saying whether Oliver's life ended so violently. Go to

Original English Version

1. But nature or inheritance had implanted a good sturdy spirit in Oliver’s breast. Go to

2. The master aimed a blow at Oliver’s head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arm; and shrieked aloud for the beadle. Go to

3. There was a still greater obstacle in Oliver’s youth and childishness. Go to

4. It chanced one morning, while Oliver’s affairs were in this auspicious and comfortable state, that Mr. Gamfield, chimney-sweep, went his way down the High Street, deeply cogitating in his mind his ways and means of paying certain arrears of rent, for which his landlord had become rather pressing. Go to

5. “You’re a rough speaker, my friend, but you look an honest, open-hearted man,” said the old gentleman: turning his spectacles in the direction of the candidate for Oliver’s premium, whose villainous countenance was a regular stamped receipt for cruelty. Go to

6. It was the critical moment of Oliver’s fate. Go to

onward /ˈɑːnwərd/ (13 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: adiante; para a frente; em diante

Simple English: Continuing forward in space or in time.

Example: From that day onward he never mentioned the accident again.

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1. The donkey was in a state of profound abstraction: wondering, probably, whether he was destined to be regaled with a cabbage-stalk or two when he had disposed of the two sacks of soot with which the little cart was laden; so, without noticing the word of command, he jogged onward. Go to

orphans /ˈɔːrfənz/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: órfãos

Simple English: children whose parents have died

Example: The home cared for orphans.

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Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Of all the clever and dishonest orphans I have ever seen, Oliver, you are one of the boldest.” Go to

Original English Version

1. “Do you think this respectful or proper conduct, Mrs. Mann,” inquired Mr. Bumble, grasping his cane, “to keep the parish officers a waiting at your garden-gate, when they come here upon porochial business with the porochial orphans? Go to

2. “Well! of all the artful and designing orphans that ever I see, Oliver, you are one of the most bare-facedest.” Go to

overseer /ˈoʊvərsiːər/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: feitor

Simple English: A person who watches workers and makes them work hard.

Example: The overseer walked among the slaves with a whip.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “She was brought here last night by order of the overseer,” the old woman replied. Go to

owner's /ˈoʊnərz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: do dono; do proprietário

Simple English: Belonging to the person who owns something.

Example: He was treated like the owner's son.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. And the cocked hat and cane having been, by this time, adjusted to their owner’s satisfaction, Mr. Bumble and Noah Claypole betook themselves with all speed to the undertaker’s shop. Go to

paces /ˈpeɪsɪz/ (16 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: passos

Simple English: Steps taken when walking.

Example: He took three paces back from the edge.

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1. For a second or two, Oliver glanced up the street, and down the street, and over the way: impressed with the belief that the unknown, who had addressed him through the key-hole, had walked a few paces off, to warm himself; for nobody did he see but a big charity-boy, sitting on a post in front of the house, eating a slice of bread and butter: which he cut into wedges, the size of his mouth, with a clasp-knife, and then consumed with great dexterity. Go to

2. The man who had never once moved, since he had taken his station by the grave side, started, raised his head, stared at the person who had addressed him, walked forward for a few paces; and fell down in a swoon. Go to

3. The gentleman’s notice was very soon attracted; for he had not walked three paces, when he turned angrily round, and inquired what that young cur was howling for, and why Mr. Bumble did not favour him with something which would render the series of vocular exclamations so designated, an involuntary process? Go to

painfully /ˈpeɪnfəli/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: penosamente; com esforço

Simple English: In a way that causes pain, or with great difficulty.

Example: He climbed the stairs slowly and painfully.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He had not recently left anyone he loved, and no familiar face was painfully missing from his life. Go to

pane /peɪn/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: vidraça; painel de vidro

Simple English: A single sheet of glass in a window.

Example: One pane of the window was broken.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Oliver, having taken down the shutters, and broken a pane of glass in his effort to stagger away beneath the weight of the first one to a small court at the side of the house in which they were kept during the day, was graciously assisted by Noah: who having consoled him with the assurance that “he’d catch it,” condescended to help him. Go to

parchment /ˈpɑːrtʃmənt/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pergaminho

Simple English: A thick material made from animal skin, used for writing.

Example: The old map was drawn on parchment.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. One read a newspaper, while the other studied a small parchment through tortoise-shell glasses. Go to

2. The old gentleman with the glasses slowly fell asleep over the parchment. Go to

3. “We refuse to approve these apprenticeship papers,” said the old gentleman, throwing the parchment aside. Go to

Original English Version

1. Behind a desk, sat two old gentleman with powdered heads: one of whom was reading the newspaper; while the other was perusing, with the aid of a pair of tortoise-shell spectacles, a small piece of parchment which lay before him. Go to

2. The old gentleman with the spectacles gradually dozed off, over the little bit of parchment; and there was a short pause, after Oliver had been stationed by Mr. Bumble in front of the desk. Go to

3. “We refuse to sanction these indentures,” said the old gentleman: tossing aside the piece of parchment as he spoke. Go to

passionately /ˈpæʃənətli/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: apaixonadamente

Simple English: with very strong feeling

Example: He spoke passionately in her defense.

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Simplified (B1) English Version

1. She kissed his forehead passionately with cold white lips, touched her face, looked wildly around, trembled, fell back, and died. Go to

Original English Version

1. She imprinted her cold white lips passionately on its forehead; passed her hands over her face; gazed wildly round; shuddered; fell back - and died. Go to

patiently /ˈpeɪʃəntli/ (8 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pacientemente; com paciência

Simple English: In a calm way, without complaining while waiting.

Example: He waited patiently until morning came.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. So, they put the bier on the brink of the grave; and the two mourners waited patiently in the damp clay, with a cold rain drizzling down, while the ragged boys whom the spectacle had attracted into the churchyard played a noisy game at hide-and-seek among the tombstones, or varied their amusements by jumping backwards and forwards over the coffin. Go to

patted /ˈpætɪd/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: deu tapinhas; ajeitou com as mãos

Simple English: Touched something gently and repeatedly with the flat hand.

Example: She patted him back into shape.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The gentleman smiled kindly and patted Noah's head, which was higher than his own. Go to

patting /ˈpætɪŋ/ (12 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: afagando; dando tapinhas

Simple English: Touching gently and repeatedly with the flat hand.

Example: She kissed him, patting his big head gently.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “You are a clever boy,” said the old man, patting Oliver’s head. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Certainly, my boy; certainly,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat: smiling benignly, and patting Noah’s head, which was about three inches higher than his own. Go to

2. “You’re a clever boy, my dear,” said the playful old gentleman, patting Oliver on the head approvingly. Go to

pauper /ˈpɔːpər/ (8 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: indigente; pobre assistido

Simple English: A person who has almost no money at all.

Example: A pauper, on the other hand, has little to fear.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Then he knocked loudly and showed such a miserable face that even the old pauper who opened the gate was surprised. Go to

2. The old pauper asked what was wrong with the boy. Go to

Original English Version

1. There being nobody by, however, but a pauper old woman, who was rendered rather misty by an unwonted allowance of beer; and a parish surgeon who did such matters by contract; Oliver and Nature fought out the point between them. Go to

2. The master, in his cook’s uniform, stationed himself at the copper; his pauper assistants ranged themselves behind him; the gruel was served out; and a long grace was said over the short commons. Go to

3. Having rested here, for a minute or so, to collect a good burst of sobs and an imposing show of tears and terror, he knocked loudly at the wicket; and presented such a rueful face to the aged pauper who opened it, that even he, who saw nothing but rueful faces about him at the best of times, started back in astonishment. Go to

4. “Why, what’s the matter with the boy!” said the old pauper. Go to

paupers /ˈpɔːpərz/ (31 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: indigentes

Simple English: very poor people who need public support

Example: The air did not drift like stray paupers.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. They let the paupers go to sleep! Go to

2. It was rather expensive at first, in consequence of the increase in the undertaker’s bill, and the necessity of taking in the clothes of all the paupers, which fluttered loosely on their wasted, shrunken forms, after a week or two’s gruel. Go to

3. But the number of workhouse inmates got thin as well as the paupers; and the board were in ecstasies. Go to

4. To the performance of this feat, however, there was one obstacle: namely, that pocket-handkerchiefs being decided articles of luxury, had been, for all future times and ages, removed from the noses of paupers by the express order of the board, in council assembled: solemnly given and pronounced under their hands and seals. Go to

5. What have paupers to do with soul or spirit? Go to

paused /pɔːzd/ (28 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: fez uma pausa

Simple English: stopped briefly before continuing

Example: He paused for a moment.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Mr. Bumble paused to breathe after speaking in his frightening voice. Go to

Original English Version

1. As Mr. Bumble paused to take breath, after delivering this address in an awful voice, the tears rolled down the poor child’s face, and he sobbed bitterly. Go to

2. They walked on, for some time, through the most crowded and densely inhabited part of the town; and then, striking down a narrow street more dirty and miserable than any they had yet passed through, paused to look for the house which was the object of their search. Go to

3. Noah’s shouts were responded to, by a loud scream from Charlotte, and a louder from Mrs. Sowerberry; the former of whom rushed into the kitchen by a side-door, while the latter paused on the staircase till she was quite certain that it was consistent with the preservation of human life, to come further down. Go to

4. Noah Claypole ran along the streets at his swiftest pace, and paused not once for breath, until he reached the workhouse-gate. Go to

pausing /ˈpɔːzɪŋ/ (11 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: parando

Simple English: stopping briefly before continuing

Example: The dog went back to camp, pausing twice.

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Original English Version

1. Give it a little gruel if it is.” He put on his hat, and, pausing by the bed-side on his way to the door, added, “She was a good-looking girl, too; where did she come from?” Go to

2. “So you won’t let me have him, gen’l’men?” said Mr. Gamfield, pausing near the door. Go to

3. “Aha!” said the undertaker; looking up from the book, and pausing in the middle of a word; “is that you, Bumble?” Go to

pension /ˈpɛnʃən/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: pensão; Pensões; previdência

Simple English: Regular payments given to someone after retirement from their job.

Example: She plans to travel the world with her pension after she retires.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. His mother washed clothes, and his father was a drunken former soldier with a wooden leg and a tiny daily pension. Go to

permanent /ˈpɜːrmənənt/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: permanente; definitiva

Simple English: Continuing or lasting for a very long time without change.

Example: She found a permanent job after months of searching and interviewing at companies.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He feared the undertaker might return the boy before the seven-year agreement became legal and permanent. Go to

persuasively /pərˈsweɪsɪvli/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: persuasivamente

Simple English: in a way that is likely to convince someone

Example: Bucket with his head persuasively on one side and his forefinger pendant at one ear like an earring, “we can’t be too private just at present.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Just a little,” Mrs. Mann said persuasively. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Now, just a leetle drop,” said Mrs. Mann persuasively. Go to

philosophy /fɪˈlɑːsəfi/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: filosofia

Simple English: The study of fundamental questions about existence and knowledge systematically.

Example: Philosophy encourages people to reflect on their beliefs and understanding of life.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “They understand no more about philosophy or political economy than that,” said the beadle, snapping his fingers with contempt. Go to

Pile /paɪl/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pilha; monte; empilhar

Simple English: A large amount or number of similar things together.

Example: There was a pile of leaves in the yard after the fall.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. At night, he entered a field and lay under a pile of hay. Go to

pinches /ˈpɪntʃɛs/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: belisca

Simple English: Here, pinches is used as a noun; in this context it means belisca.

Example: Esther repeats Caddy's question and playfully pinches her cheek.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Despite Bumble's warning looks and pinches, the boy stared at his future master's horrible face with obvious fear. Go to

Original English Version

1. But, as it chanced to be immediately under his nose, it followed, as a matter of course, that he looked all over his desk for it, without finding it; and happening in the course of his search to look straight before him, his gaze encountered the pale and terrified face of Oliver Twist: who, despite all the admonitory looks and pinches of Bumble, was regarding the repulsive countenance of his future master, with a mingled expression of horror and fear, too palpable to be mistaken, even by a half-blind magistrate. Go to

pinching /ˈpɪnʧɪŋ/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: beliscar

Simple English: Here, pinching is used as a verb; in this context it means beliscar.

Example: They woke it up by pinching it.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “He loves it, Your Honor,” Bumble replied, secretly pinching Oliver to warn him not to disagree. Go to

pitied /ˈpɪtid/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: teve pena de; compadeceu-se; lastimou

Simple English: Felt sorry for someone because of their suffering.

Example: Everyone pitied the family after the fire.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Once dressed in old yellow clothes, however, he was clearly marked as a parish orphan from the workhouse: a half-starved servant who would be beaten, hated by everyone, and pitied by nobody. Go to

2. While they pitied him, he rubbed his eyes and produced some dramatic tears and sniffs. Go to

3. The old woman had a shipwrecked grandson wandering barefoot somewhere far away, so she pitied Oliver. Go to

Original English Version

1. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none. Go to

plain /pleɪn/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: planície; liso; simples

Simple English: Simple in design, without pattern or decoration.

Example: He prefers plain shirts over those with bright patterns or designs.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The plain coffin was closed, lifted onto the men's shoulders, and carried into the street. Go to

playfully /ˈpleɪfəli/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: brincalhonamente; de brincadeira

Simple English: In a way that shows you are joking.

Example: He playfully pulled his sister's hair.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. They thought the captain might playfully whip him to death after dinner or kill him with an iron bar, which were said to be common amusements among such men. Go to

Original English Version

1. The young gentleman smiled, as if to intimate that the latter fragments of discourse were playfully ironical; and finished the beer as he did so. Go to

playmate /ˈpleɪmeɪt/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: companheiro de brincadeiras

Simple English: A child who plays with another child.

Example: She was his playmate in those years.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He was glad to see his younger friend and playmate before leaving. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver felt glad to see him, before he went; for, though younger than himself, he had been his little friend and playmate. Go to

politely /pəˈlaɪtli/ (12 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: educadamente; com cortesia

Simple English: In a way that shows good manners.

Example: I am quite well, thank you, she replied politely.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “My dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry politely, “this is the boy from the workhouse whom I told you about.” Oliver bowed again. Go to

poorest /ˈpʊrəst/ (8 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: o mais pobre; o mais miserável

Simple English: Having the least money of all.

Example: Even the poorest family had bread that day.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. But now fate had placed a nameless orphan below him, someone even the poorest people could insult, so Noah passed all his insults on to Oliver with added cruelty. Go to

2. The tall houses were old and neglected, and only the poorest people lived there. Go to

Original English Version

1. The houses on either side were high and large, but very old, and tenanted by people of the poorest class: as their neglected appearance would have sufficiently denoted, without the concurrent testimony afforded by the squalid looks of the few men and women who, with folded arms and bodies half doubled, occasionally skulked along. Go to

porridge /ˈpɔːrɪdʒ/ (11 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: mingau de aveia

Simple English: A soft, hot food made by boiling oats in milk or water.

Example: Dorothy ate delicious porridge and eggs.

Use in this Book:

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1. Give him a little porridge.” At the door he added, “She was a pretty girl. Go to

2. They supplied unlimited water but only small amounts of oatmeal: three bowls of thin porridge a day, two onions a week, and half a bread roll on Sundays. Go to

3. Since help always required entering the workhouse and eating its porridge, fear kept many people away. Go to

4. At first it cost more because the undertaker had more work, and the prisoners' clothes had to be made smaller after their bodies became thin from weeks of porridge. Go to

5. At mealtimes, the master and two women served porridge from a large pot. Go to

6. They served the porridge and said a long prayer over the small meal. Go to

powdered /ˈpaʊdərd/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: empoadado

Simple English: covered with or made into a fine dry powder

Example: The judge wore powdered hair.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Two old gentlemen with powdered hair sat behind a desk. Go to

Original English Version

1. Behind a desk, sat two old gentleman with powdered heads: one of whom was reading the newspaper; while the other was perusing, with the aid of a pair of tortoise-shell spectacles, a small piece of parchment which lay before him. Go to

presentable /prɪˈzɛntəbəl/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: apresentável

Simple English: neat and suitable to be seen in public

Example: After washing, the suit was presentable again.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. As they approached their destination, Mr. Bumble looked down to make sure the boy appeared presentable to his new master. Go to

price /praɪs/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: preço

Simple English: The amount of money something costs.

Example: The price is too high.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. CHAPTER X. OLIVER LEARNS MORE ABOUT HIS NEW COMPANIONS AND GAINS EXPERIENCE AT A HIGH PRICE. Go to

print /prɪnt/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: imprimir; impressão; cópia

Simple English: Image or design transferred from engraved or prepared surface.

Example: The print on the wall was created using traditional screen printing techniques.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Only the often repeated phrases “saving money,” “looked good in the accounts,” and “publish a printed report” could be heard. Go to

2. We offer generous terms, Mr. Sowerberry.” Bumble raised his cane and struck three times on the words “FIVE POUNDS,” printed in huge capital letters on the notice. Go to

processions /prəˈsɛʃənz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: procissões; cortejos

Simple English: Lines of people walking together for a ceremony.

Example: Two processions met in the square.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Many children died of measles, and Oliver led their funeral processions in mourning clothes, which greatly moved the town's mothers. Go to

Original English Version

1. The oldest inhabitants recollected no period at which measles had been so prevalent, or so fatal to infant existence; and many were the mournful processions which little Oliver headed, in a hat-band reaching down to his knees, to the indescribable admiration and emotion of all the mothers in the town. Go to

produce /prəˈdjuːs/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: produzir; produto; gerar

Simple English: To provide money and oversee the creation of a movie, play, or show.

Example: They want to produce a documentary about climate change this year.

Use in this Book:

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1. This system could not produce healthy children. Go to

2. While they pitied him, he rubbed his eyes and produced some dramatic tears and sniffs. Go to

protector's /prʌtɛktɜr/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: do protetor

Simple English: belonging to a person who protects

Example: The protector's promise gave them hope.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver decided that the boy had ignored his protector's moral advice. Go to

pupil /ˈpjuːpəl/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pupila; aluno; discípulo

Simple English: A student who is receiving education, particularly a schoolchild.

Example: The pupil raised her hand to ask a question during the lesson.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. All the old man's promising pupils greeted the end of this speech with loud laughter. Go to

ragged /ˈræɡɪd/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: esfarrapada; maltrapilha

Simple English: Old and torn in many places.

Example: The child wore a ragged coat.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Ragged children stood in a corner. Go to

2. The mourners waited in wet earth under cold rain while ragged boys played among the graves and jumped over the coffin. Go to

Original English Version

1. There were some ragged children in another corner; and in a small recess, opposite the door, there lay upon the ground, something covered with an old blanket. Go to

2. So, they put the bier on the brink of the grave; and the two mourners waited patiently in the damp clay, with a cold rain drizzling down, while the ragged boys whom the spectacle had attracted into the churchyard played a noisy game at hide-and-seek among the tombstones, or varied their amusements by jumping backwards and forwards over the coffin. Go to

rags /ræɡz/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: trapos; farrapos

Simple English: Old torn pieces of cloth, or very worn clothes.

Example: He wiped his hands on a bundle of oily rags.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The old woman and the man wore an old black cloak over their rags. Go to

Original English Version

1. An old black cloak had been thrown over the rags of the old woman and the man; and the bare coffin having been screwed down, was hoisted on the shoulders of the bearers, and carried into the street. Go to

rascal /ˈræskəl/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: malandro; velhaco; traquinas

Simple English: A dishonest person, or a child who behaves badly in a playful way.

Example: That little rascal hid my glasses again.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Now, dear Oliver, come to the gentleman.” Then Bumble gave him a dark, threatening look and whispered, “Remember what I told you, you young rascal!” Go to

2. Oliver showed so little emotion that they all called him a hard-hearted young rascal and ordered Mr. Bumble to take him away at once. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Now, Oliver, my dear, come to the gentleman.” As Mr. Bumble said this, he put on a grim and threatening look, and added, in a low voice, “Mind what I told you, you young rascal!” Go to

2. When little Oliver was taken before “the gentlemen” that evening; and informed that he was to go, that night, as general house-lad to a coffin-maker’s; and that if he complained of his situation, or ever came back to the parish again, he would be sent to sea, there to be drowned, or knocked on the head, as the case might be, he evinced so little emotion, that they by common consent pronounced him a hardened young rascal, and ordered Mr. Bumble to remove him forthwith. Go to

rebellious /rɪˈbeljəs/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: rebelde; insubordinado

Simple English: Refusing to obey rules or people in authority.

Example: He was a rebellious pupil who later became a teacher.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He quickly unlocked the cellar and dragged his rebellious apprentice out by the collar. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver’s offence having been explained to him, with such exaggerations as the ladies thought best calculated to rouse his ire, he unlocked the cellar-door in a twinkling, and dragged his rebellious apprentice out, by the collar. Go to

representative /ˌrɛprɪˈzɛntətɪv/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: representante; representativo; mandatário

Simple English: Standing for or symbolizing something else.

Example: The representative showed us various options for our project.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He reminded Mrs. Mann that she was a paid representative of the parish. Go to

respectfully rɪˈspɛktfəl (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: respeitoso

Simple English: Showing politeness and regard.

Example: And as for going as cook, - though I confess there is considerable glory in that, a cook being a sort of officer on ship-board - yet, somehow, I never fancied broiling fowls; - though once broiled, judiciously buttered, and judgmatically salted and peppered, there is no one who will speak more respectfully, not to say reverentially, of a broiled fowl than I will.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Gamfield read the notice again, touched his cap respectfully, and spoke to the gentleman. Go to

2. Oliver looked at him respectfully and asked if he could get up. Go to

revolution /ˌrɛvəˈluːʃən/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: revolução; volta

Simple English: Fundamental change of government by the people, often violently.

Example: The revolution changed the political landscape of the country forever.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. It was a complete moral revolution. Go to

robbers /ˈrɑːbərz/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: ladrões; salteadores

Simple English: People who take things by force.

Example: Robbers stopped the coach on the road.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “I only hope this’ll teach master not to have any more of these dreadful creatures, that are born to be murderers and robbers from their very cradle. Go to

rudeness /ˈruːdnəs/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: grosseria; falta de educação

Simple English: Behaviour that is not polite.

Example: He said sorry for his rudeness.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “He is so amusingly innocent!” Charley said after recovering, to excuse his rudeness. Go to

saffron /ˈsæfrən/ (11 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: açafrão

Simple English: A deep yellow spice and colour.

Example: The rice was coloured with saffron.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The Dodger hurried along Saffron Hill and told Oliver to stay close behind him. Go to

Original English Version

1. They crossed from the Angel into St. John’s Road; struck down the small street which terminates at Sadler’s Wells Theatre; through Exmouth Street and Coppice Row; down the little court by the side of the workhouse; across the classic ground which once bore the name of Hockley-in-the-Hole; thence into Little Saffron Hill; and so into Saffron Hill the Great: along which the Dodger scudded at a rapid pace, directing Oliver to follow close at his heels. Go to

samaritan səˈmɛrɪtən (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: samaritano

Simple English: a person who helps someone in need

Example: He sat writing in the room with the cold statistical clock, proving some theory - perhaps that the Good Samaritan was a bad economist.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “The design is the parish seal: the Good Samaritan helping the sick and injured man. Go to

Original English Version

1. “The die is the same as the porochial seal - the Good Samaritan healing the sick and bruised man. Go to

Satisfy /ˈsætɪsfaɪ/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: satisfazer; atender; saciar

Simple English: To make someone happy by meeting their desires.

Example: You need to satisfy your customers to keep them coming back.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. But now he beat Oliver enough to satisfy even Mrs. Sowerberry. Go to

2. Oliver ate a long, satisfying meal while the strange boy watched him carefully. Go to

sausages /ˈsɔːsɪdʒɪz/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: salsichas

Simple English: Meat cut small and pressed into a long thin case.

Example: They cooked sausages over the fire.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Sausages cooked in a pan. Go to

2. “Dodger, remove the sausages and bring a seat near the fire for Oliver. Go to

Original English Version

1. In a frying-pan, which was on the fire, and which was secured to the mantelshelf by a string, some sausages were cooking; and standing over them, with a toasting-fork in his hand, was a very old shrivelled Jew, whose villainous-looking and repulsive face was obscured by a quantity of matted red hair. Go to

2. “Dodger, take off the sausages; and draw a tub near the fire for Oliver. Go to

saving /ˈseɪvɪŋ/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: salvar; poupança; economia

Simple English: Money set aside and not spent.

Example: I started saving money for a vacation to the beach next year.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Only the often repeated phrases “saving money,” “looked good in the accounts,” and “publish a printed report” could be heard. Go to

scornfully /ˈskɔːrnfəli/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: desdenhosamente; com desprezo

Simple English: In a way that shows you think something is worthless.

Example: She looked scornfully at the cheap gift.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “Oh, you queer soul!” said Charlotte, bursting into a hearty laugh, in which she was joined by Noah; after which they both looked scornfully at poor Oliver Twist, as he sat shivering on the box in the coldest corner of the room, and ate the stale pieces which had been specially reserved for him. Go to

scraped /skreɪpt/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: raspou; arranhou; esfolou

Simple English: Rubbed something hard against a surface to clean it or remove a layer.

Example: He scraped the mud off his boots at the door.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The boys scraped their bowls until they shone, stared hungrily at the pot, and sucked their fingers for drops of food. Go to

scraping /ˈskreɪpɪŋ/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: raspando; arrastando com atrito

Simple English: Rubbing hard against a surface, often with a rough sound.

Example: The scraping of chairs filled the hall after the talk.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Through half-closed eyes, he saw Fagin, heard his quiet whistle, and recognized the spoon scraping the pan. Go to

scraps /skræps/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: restos; sobras

Simple English: Small pieces of food that are left over.

Example: She gave the scraps to the hungry dog.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Charlotte,” said Mr. Sowerberry, who had followed Oliver downstairs, “give this boy the cold scraps saved for Trip. Go to

2. He said he was not fussy, and a full plate of rough scraps was placed before him. Go to

3. Oliver, close the door behind Mr. Noah and take the scraps I left on the bread container. Go to

4. Then they both looked with contempt at poor Oliver Twist, who sat shivering on a box in the coldest corner and ate the stale scraps saved especially for him. Go to

scratched /skrætʃt/ (11 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: arranharam; riscaram

Simple English: Rubbed or cut a surface with something sharp.

Example: When they scratched the tin, he felt a cold shiver.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. To help calm Oliver, Mrs. Sowerberry ran into the kitchen, held him with one hand, and scratched his face with the other. Go to

2. His face was bruised and scratched, and his hair covered his forehead. Go to

Original English Version

1. Charlotte’s fist was by no means a light one; but, lest it should not be effectual in calming Oliver’s wrath, Mrs. Sowerberry plunged into the kitchen, and assisted to hold him with one hand, while she scratched his face with the other. Go to

2. Oliver’s clothes had been torn in the beating he had received; his face was bruised and scratched; and his hair scattered over his forehead. Go to

seek /siːk/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: procurar; buscar; busco

Simple English: To attempt to find or obtain a particular object or information.

Example: They will seek help from experts to solve the complicated problem.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. I am going far away to seek a better life, though I do not know where. Go to

sense /sɛns/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sentido; senso; sensação

Simple English: Natural ability to perceive touch, sight, taste, smell.

Example: My sense of smell helps me enjoy food more.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. She added that no boy with any sense would dare speak to Bumble that way. Go to

severe (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: severa; grave; intensa

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. If he had not punished Oliver severely, people would have called him a cruel and unnatural husband. Go to

shading /ˈʃeɪdɪŋ/ (10 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sombreando; protegendo do sol

Simple English: Keeping the light off something.

Example: He stood shading his eyes from the sun.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. There seemed to be some very minute inscription on it; for the Jew laid it flat upon the table, and shading it with his hand, pored over it, long and earnestly. Go to

sharper /ˈʃɑːrpər/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: mais cortante; mais mordaz

Simple English: More able to cut, or more severe.

Example: His second answer was sharper than the first.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “I have never seen a sharper boy. Go to

Original English Version

1. “I never saw a sharper lad. Go to

sharpness /ˈʃɑːrpnəs/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: agudeza; aspereza

Simple English: The quality of having a fine cutting edge.

Example: He tested the sharpness of the blade with his thumb.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Mrs. Sowerberry, who had a good deal of taste in the undertaking way, was much struck by the novelty of this idea; but, as it would have been compromising her dignity to have said so, under existing circumstances, she merely inquired, with much sharpness, why such an obvious suggestion had not presented itself to her husband’s mind before? Go to

shelter /ˈʃɛltər/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: abrigo; refúgio

Simple English: A place providing food and housing to very poor people.

Example: The local shelter offers meals and beds for homeless individuals each night.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The unexpected offer of shelter was too attractive to refuse. Go to

shilling /ˈʃɪlɪŋ/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: xelim

Simple English: An old British coin worth one twentieth of a pound.

Example: A shilling bought a good meal in those days.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Here is a shilling. Go to

Original English Version

1. Here’s a shilling for you. Go to

shillings /ˈʃɪlɪŋz/ (12 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: xelins

Simple English: Old British coins worth one twentieth of a pound.

Example: The book cost three shillings when it first appeared.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “I would say three pounds and ten shillings is enough,” said Mr. Limbkins. Go to

2. “That is ten shillings too much,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. Go to

3. It will cost the parish three pounds and ten shillings - all for a naughty orphan whom nobody can love.” Go to

Original English Version

1. “Ten shillings too much,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. Go to

Ship /ʃɪp/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: navio; nave; barco

Simple English: A large boat.

Example: The ship crossed the ocean.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The board decided to follow this wise example and place Oliver on a small trading ship going to an unhealthy port. Go to

shipwrecked /ˈʃɪprekt/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: náufrago

Simple English: Having lost your ship at sea.

Example: Two shipwrecked men reached the island.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The old woman had a shipwrecked grandson wandering barefoot somewhere far away, so she pitied Oliver. Go to

Original English Version

1. But the turnpike-man gave him a meal of bread and cheese; and the old lady, who had a shipwrecked grandson wandering barefoot in some distant part of the earth, took pity upon the poor orphan, and gave him what little she could afford - and more - with such kind and gentle words, and such tears of sympathy and compassion, that they sank deeper into Oliver’s soul, than all the sufferings he had ever undergone. Go to

shivering /ˈʃɪvərɪŋ/ (8 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: tremendo de frio; tiritando

Simple English: Shaking slightly because of cold or fear.

Example: We stood shivering on the platform waiting for the late train.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Then they both looked with contempt at poor Oliver Twist, who sat shivering on a box in the coldest corner and ate the stale scraps saved especially for him. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Oh, you queer soul!” said Charlotte, bursting into a hearty laugh, in which she was joined by Noah; after which they both looked scornfully at poor Oliver Twist, as he sat shivering on the box in the coldest corner of the room, and ate the stale pieces which had been specially reserved for him. Go to

Shock /ʃɑːk/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: choque; chocar; chocante

Simple English: To greatly surprise or upset someone unexpectedly.

Example: The sudden news of the accident shocked everyone in the room.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. For several seconds he stared at the small rebel in complete shock, then held the pot for support. Go to

shone /ʃoʊn/ (24 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: brilhavam; reluziam

Simple English: Gave out or reflected light.

Example: The little stars shone in the sun like diamonds.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The boys scraped their bowls until they shone, stared hungrily at the pot, and sucked their fingers for drops of food. Go to

2. Oliver’s eyes shone when he heard the word meat, and he trembled with eagerness to eat it. Go to

3. A weak candle shone on the far wall, and a man's face appeared through a broken part of the old staircase. Go to

4. His eyes shone when he opened it. Go to

Original English Version

1. The boys polished them with their spoons till they shone again; and when they had performed this operation (which never took very long, the spoons being nearly as large as the bowls), they would sit staring at the copper, with such eager eyes, as if they could have devoured the very bricks of which it was composed; employing themselves, meanwhile, in sucking their fingers most assiduously, with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon. Go to

shopkeepers /ˈʃɑːpkiːpərz/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: lojistas; comerciantes

Simple English: People who own or run small shops.

Example: The shopkeepers closed early that day.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Farmers threatened him with dogs, and shopkeepers mentioned the beadle. Go to

shutters /ˈʃʌtərz/ (28 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: venezianas; postigos

Simple English: Wooden covers that close over a window.

Example: They closed the shutters against the storm.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The undertaker had just closed the shutters of his shop. Go to

2. Take down the shutters, you lazy young criminal!” Then Mr. Claypole kicked Oliver and entered the shop with great dignity. Go to

3. Oliver took down the shutters. Go to

4. At the first ray of light through the shutters, Oliver stood and opened the door again. Go to

5. The shutters were closed, the street was empty, and nobody was awake. Go to

6. Slowly, shutters opened, blinds rose, and people began moving through the street. Go to

Original English Version

1. The undertaker, who had just put up the shutters of his shop, was making some entries in his day-book by the light of a most appropriate dismal candle, when Mr. Bumble entered. Go to

2. Take down the shutters, yer idle young ruffian!” With this, Mr. Claypole administered a kick to Oliver, and entered the shop with a dignified air, which did him great credit. Go to

3. Oliver, having taken down the shutters, and broken a pane of glass in his effort to stagger away beneath the weight of the first one to a small court at the side of the house in which they were kept during the day, was graciously assisted by Noah: who having consoled him with the assurance that “he’d catch it,” condescended to help him. Go to

4. With the first ray of light that struggled through the crevices in the shutters, Oliver arose, and again unbarred the door. Go to

5. The window-shutters were closed; the street was empty; not a soul had awakened to the business of the day. Go to

6. By degrees, the shutters were opened; the window-blinds were drawn up; and people began passing to and fro. Go to

sickly /ˈsɪkli/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: enjoativo; adocicado demais

Simple English: Too sweet or too strong in a way that is unpleasant.

Example: The room had a sickly smell of old flowers.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. It was a nice sickly season just at this time. Go to

signaled /ˈsɪɡnəld/ (14 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sinalizou; fez sinal; indicou

Simple English: Gave a sign or a message with a movement, a light or a sound.

Example: The driver signaled left and turned into the yard.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. After eating, the boys whispered and signaled to Oliver while the boys beside him pushed him forward. Go to

silk /sɪlk/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: seda; sedas

Simple English: Smooth soft fabric made from silkworm threads.

Example: Her silk blouse had a luxurious feel and a beautiful shine under the light.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Many silk handkerchiefs hung nearby, and rough beds made from old sacks covered the floor. Go to

sixpences /ˈsɪkspənsɪz/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: moeda de seis pence

Simple English: An old British coin worth six pennies.

Example: Not even sixpences were left.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “The kind and blessed gentleman which is so many parents to you, Oliver, when you have none of your own: are a going to “prentice” you: and to set you up in life, and make a man of you: although the expense to the parish is three pound ten! - three pound ten, Oliver! - seventy shillins - one hundred and forty sixpences! - and all for a naughty orphan which nobody can’t love.” Go to

skilful /ˈskɪlfəl/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: habilidoso

Simple English: Having ability and practice.

Example: Careful saving on small things, together with skilful hands, clear eyes and good sense, gave an elegant variety and contrast.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. A skilful worker made them, did he not, Oliver?” Go to

2. “Yes, very skilful, sir,” said Oliver. Go to

skilfully /ˈskɪlfəli/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: habilmente; com perícia

Simple English: In a way that shows great ability and practice.

Example: He skilfully repaired the broken clock in one afternoon.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The boy was eating bread and butter, cutting it with a folding knife into pieces as large as his mouth and then eating them very skilfully. Go to

smoothed /smuːðd/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: alisou

Simple English: Made a surface flat and even.

Example: She smoothed the cloth with both hands.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. The Dodger said nothing, but he smoothed Oliver’s hair over his eyes, and said he’d know better, by and by; upon which the old gentleman, observing Oliver’s colour mounting, changed the subject by asking whether there had been much of a crowd at the execution that morning? Go to

snapping /ˈsnæpɪŋ/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: estalando; batendo ao vento

Simple English: Biting or closing the jaws quickly with a sharp sound.

Example: The dog kept snapping at the flies around its head.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “They understand no more about philosophy or political economy than that,” said the beadle, snapping his fingers with contempt. Go to

Original English Version

1. “They haven’t no more philosophy nor political economy about ’em than that,” said the beadle, snapping his fingers contemptuously. Go to

sneer /snɪr/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: escárnio; desprezo na voz

Simple English: An unkind smile that shows you think little of someone.

Example: He answered with a sneer and turned away.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “Proud, eh?” exclaimed Mr. Sowerberry with a sneer. Go to

sneezed /sniːzd/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: espirravam

Simple English: Pushed air suddenly out of the nose with a noise.

Example: He sneezed twice because of the dust.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. After a few struggles, he breathed, sneezed, and cried loudly, announcing that the parish had a new baby to support. Go to

Original English Version

1. The result was, that, after a few struggles, Oliver breathed, sneezed, and proceeded to advertise to the inmates of the workhouse the fact of a new burden having been imposed upon the parish, by setting up as loud a cry as could reasonably have been expected from a male infant who had not been possessed of that very useful appendage, a voice, for a much longer space of time than three minutes and a quarter. Go to

sniffs /snɪfs/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: fungadas

Simple English: short, audible breaths drawn in through the nose

Example: He tested the morning air with deep sniffs.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. While they pitied him, he rubbed his eyes and produced some dramatic tears and sniffs. Go to

Original English Version

1. Noah, whose top waistcoat-button might have been somewhere on a level with the crown of Oliver’s head, rubbed his eyes with the inside of his wrists while this commiseration was bestowed upon him, and performed some affecting tears and sniffs. Go to

snuff /snʌf/ (17 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: rapé

Simple English: Powdered tobacco taken in through the nose.

Example: He offered his friend a pinch of snuff.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Mr. Limbkins tried to take some snuff while appearing cheerful and unconcerned. Go to

2. “You will become rich, Mr. Sowerberry,” said the beadle, taking snuff from the undertaker's box, which was shaped like a tiny coffin. Go to

Original English Version

1. The old gentleman stopped, laid down his pen, and looked from Oliver to Mr. Limbkins; who attempted to take snuff with a cheerful and unconcerned aspect. Go to

2. “You’ll make your fortune, Mr. Sowerberry,” said the beadle, as he thrust his thumb and forefinger into the proffered snuff-box of the undertaker: which was an ingenious little model of a patent coffin. Go to

3. The merry old gentleman, placing a snuff-box in one pocket of his trousers, a note-case in the other, and a watch in his waistcoat pocket, with a guard-chain round his neck, and sticking a mock diamond pin in his shirt: buttoned his coat tight round him, and putting his spectacle-case and handkerchief in his pockets, trotted up and down the room with a stick, in imitation of the manner in which old gentlemen walk about the streets any hour in the day. Go to

4. At last, the Dodger trod upon his toes, or ran upon his boot accidently, while Charley Bates stumbled up against him behind; and in that one moment they took from him, with the most extraordinary rapidity, snuff-box, note-case, watch-guard, chain, shirt-pin, pocket-handkerchief, even the spectacle-case. Go to

snuffbox /ˈsnʌfbɒks/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: caixa de rapé

Simple English: a small box used for carrying powdered tobacco that is inhaled through the nose

Example: She took an old metal snuffbox from her pocket and offered her companion some tobacco.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The old man filled his pockets with a snuffbox, wallet, watch, chain, pin, handkerchief, and glasses case. Go to

sobbed /sɑːbd/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: soluçou

Simple English: Cried noisily, taking short breaths.

Example: I never killed anything willingly, she sobbed.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “No, no, sir,” Oliver sobbed, holding the hand that carried the familiar cane. Go to

Original English Version

1. For the combination of both these blessings in the one simple process of picking oakum, Oliver bowed low by the direction of the beadle, and was then hurried away to a large ward; where, on a rough, hard bed, he sobbed himself to sleep. Go to

2. As Mr. Bumble paused to take breath, after delivering this address in an awful voice, the tears rolled down the poor child’s face, and he sobbed bitterly. Go to

3. “No, no, sir,” sobbed Oliver, clinging to the hand which held the well-known cane; “no, no, sir; I will be good indeed; indeed, indeed I will, sir! Go to

sobs /sɑːbz/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: soluços; soluça

Simple English: Loud cries made while breathing in short sharp gasps.

Example: Her sobs could be heard from the next room.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He rested for a minute so he could prepare convincing sobs, tears, and terror. Go to

Original English Version

1. Having rested here, for a minute or so, to collect a good burst of sobs and an imposing show of tears and terror, he knocked loudly at the wicket; and presented such a rueful face to the aged pauper who opened it, that even he, who saw nothing but rueful faces about him at the best of times, started back in astonishment. Go to

softened /ˈsɔːfənd/ (8 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: suavizaram-se; enterneceram-se

Simple English: Became or made less hard, less strong or less severe.

Example: His voice softened when he saw the child was crying.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Her invitation came with a respectful bow that might have softened a church official, but it did not calm the beadle. Go to

Original English Version

1. Although this invitation was accompanied with a curtsey that might have softened the heart of a churchwarden, it by no means mollified the beadle. Go to

solemnly /ˈsɑːləmli/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: solenemente; com gravidade

Simple English: In a very serious way.

Example: He solemnly promised to keep the secret.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. To the performance of this feat, however, there was one obstacle: namely, that pocket-handkerchiefs being decided articles of luxury, had been, for all future times and ages, removed from the noses of paupers by the express order of the board, in council assembled: solemnly given and pronounced under their hands and seals. Go to

soot /sʊt/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: fuligem; fuligem de chaminé

Simple English: The black powder left by smoke on walls and chimneys.

Example: His hands were black with soot after cleaning the stove.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The donkey was lost in thought, perhaps wondering whether he would receive a cabbage stalk after carrying the two sacks of soot. Go to

Original English Version

1. The donkey was in a state of profound abstraction: wondering, probably, whether he was destined to be regaled with a cabbage-stalk or two when he had disposed of the two sacks of soot with which the little cart was laden; so, without noticing the word of command, he jogged onward. Go to

soul /soʊl/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: alma

Simple English: The spiritual essence of a person, considered immortal in many beliefs.

Example: She believes that her grandmother's soul is always watching over her.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The wise board would agree that poor people did not need souls or spirits; living bodies were enough. Go to

sowerberry /ˈsaʊərbɛri/ (165 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Sowerberry

Simple English: the surname of the parish undertaker in the story

Example: Sowerberry, the parish undertaker, waited at the workhouse gate.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. As he returned to report his results, he met Mr. Sowerberry, the parish undertaker, at the workhouse gate. Go to

2. Mr. Sowerberry was a tall, thin man with large joints. Go to

3. “You will become rich, Mr. Sowerberry,” said the beadle, taking snuff from the undertaker's box, which was shaped like a tiny coffin. Go to

4. Sowerberry found this very funny and laughed for a long time. Go to

5. Sowerberry spoke with the anger of a badly treated man. Go to

6. We offer generous terms, Mr. Sowerberry.” Bumble raised his cane and struck three times on the words “FIVE POUNDS,” printed in huge capital letters on the notice. Go to

Original English Version

1. Mr. Bumble had been despatched to make various preliminary inquiries, with the view of finding out some captain or other who wanted a cabin-boy without any friends; and was returning to the workhouse to communicate the result of his mission; when he encountered at the gate, no less a person than Mr. Sowerberry, the parochial undertaker. Go to

2. Mr. Sowerberry was a tall gaunt, large-jointed man, attired in a suit of threadbare black, with darned cotton stockings of the same colour, and shoes to answer. Go to

3. “You’ll make your fortune, Mr. Sowerberry,” said the beadle, as he thrust his thumb and forefinger into the proffered snuff-box of the undertaker: which was an ingenious little model of a patent coffin. Go to

4. “I say you’ll make your fortune, Mr. Sowerberry,” repeated Mr. Bumble, tapping the undertaker on the shoulder, in a friendly manner, with his cane. Go to

5. Mr. Sowerberry was much tickled at this: as of course he ought to be; and laughed a long time without cessation. Go to

6. As Mr. Sowerberry said this, with the becoming indignation of an ill-used man; and as Mr. Bumble felt that it rather tended to convey a reflection on the honour of the parish; the latter gentleman thought it advisable to change the subject. Go to

sowerberry's /ˈsaʊərbɛriz/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: de Sowerberry

Simple English: belonging to Sowerberry, the undertaker character in the story

Example: He tapped Sowerberry's shoulder kindly with his cane.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He repeated the statement and tapped Sowerberry's shoulder kindly with his cane. Go to

2. Then he ordered Bumble to take his cane to Sowerberry's house, decide what to do, and show Oliver no mercy. Go to

3. Mrs. Sowerberry's “generosity” had consisted of giving Oliver dirty leftovers that nobody else would eat. Go to

Original English Version

1. The success of Mr. Sowerberry’s ingenious speculation, exceeded even his most sanguine hopes. Go to

2. Bumble, just step up to Sowerberry’s with your cane, and see what’s best to be done. Go to

3. He had a penny too - a gift of Sowerberry’s after some funeral in which he had acquitted himself more than ordinarily well - in his pocket. Go to

spade /speɪd/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pá (gastar dinheiro com a pá, às mancheias)

Simple English: A tool with a flat blade for digging.

Example: He leaned on his spade and rested.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The grave-digger threw in earth, pressed it lightly with his feet, put his spade on his shoulder, and left. Go to

Original English Version

1. The grave-digger shovelled in the earth; stamped it loosely down with his feet: shouldered his spade; and walked off, followed by the boys, who murmured very loud complaints at the fun being over so soon. Go to

spoons /spuːnz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: colheres

Simple English: Tools with a small bowl and a handle, used for eating.

Example: The spoons were laid beside the cups.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. The boys polished them with their spoons till they shone again; and when they had performed this operation (which never took very long, the spoons being nearly as large as the bowls), they would sit staring at the copper, with such eager eyes, as if they could have devoured the very bricks of which it was composed; employing themselves, meanwhile, in sucking their fingers most assiduously, with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon. Go to

stagger /ˈstæɡər/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: cambalear; vacilar

Simple English: To walk unsteadily, as if about to fall.

Example: He was so tired that he began to stagger on the last hill.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Oliver, having taken down the shutters, and broken a pane of glass in his effort to stagger away beneath the weight of the first one to a small court at the side of the house in which they were kept during the day, was graciously assisted by Noah: who having consoled him with the assurance that “he’d catch it,” condescended to help him. Go to

staggered /ˈstæɡərd/ (11 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: cambaleou

Simple English: Walked in an unsteady way, almost falling.

Example: He staggered out into the cold street.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. An answer so different from the one he had expected to elicit, and was in the habit of receiving, staggered Mr. Bumble not a little. Go to

stale /steɪl/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: velho; passado

Simple English: No longer fresh.

Example: The stale bread was hard as wood.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Then they both looked with contempt at poor Oliver Twist, who sat shivering on a box in the coldest corner and ate the stale scraps saved especially for him. Go to

Original English Version

1. “Oh, you queer soul!” said Charlotte, bursting into a hearty laugh, in which she was joined by Noah; after which they both looked scornfully at poor Oliver Twist, as he sat shivering on the box in the coldest corner of the room, and ate the stale pieces which had been specially reserved for him. Go to

stalk /stɔːk/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: espreitar; caçar de tocaia

Simple English: To follow an animal or a person quietly, in order to catch them.

Example: The cat began to stalk the bird.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The donkey was lost in thought, perhaps wondering whether he would receive a cabbage stalk after carrying the two sacks of soot. Go to

Original English Version

1. The donkey was in a state of profound abstraction: wondering, probably, whether he was destined to be regaled with a cabbage-stalk or two when he had disposed of the two sacks of soot with which the little cart was laden; so, without noticing the word of command, he jogged onward. Go to

stammered /ˈstæmərd/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: gaguejou

Simple English: Spoke with pauses and repeated sounds.

Example: He stammered when he heard the question.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “Yes, sir,” stammered the boy. Go to

2. “I hope,” stammered Mr. Limbkins: “I hope the magistrates will not form the opinion that the authorities have been guilty of any improper conduct, on the unsupported testimony of a child.” Go to

stamping /ˈstæmpɪŋ/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pisando forte; batendo os pés

Simple English: Putting a foot down heavily, or pressing a mark onto something.

Example: He came in stamping the snow off his boots.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “I tell you,” said the man: clenching his hands, and stamping furiously on the floor, - “I tell you I won’t have her put into the ground. Go to

startled /ˈstɑːrtəld/ (8 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: assustada; sobressaltada

Simple English: Suddenly surprised or frightened.

Example: Aunt Em was startled by the child's laughter.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Be this as it may, however, it _was_ his ninth birthday; and he was keeping it in the coal-cellar with a select party of two other young gentleman, who, after participating with him in a sound thrashing, had been locked up for atrociously presuming to be hungry, when Mrs. Mann, the good lady of the house, was unexpectedly startled by the apparition of Mr. Bumble, the beadle, striving to undo the wicket of the garden-gate. Go to

starved /stɑːrvd/ (13 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: faminto; morrendo de fome

Simple English: Suffering badly from lack of food, or of anything needed.

Example: The plants were starved of light in that corner.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Once dressed in old yellow clothes, however, he was clearly marked as a parish orphan from the workhouse: a half-starved servant who would be beaten, hated by everyone, and pitied by nobody. Go to

2. The gutter was still and filthy, and even the dead rats looked starved. Go to

3. He ordered everyone to kneel and said she had starved to death. Go to

4. Screaming that they had starved her, he pulled his hair and fell to the floor in a fit. Go to

5. They had often been beaten, starved, and locked up together. Go to

Original English Version

1. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none. Go to

2. “Oho!” said the board, looking very knowing; “we are the fellows to set this to rights; we’ll stop it all, in no time.” So, they established the rule, that all poor people should have the alternative (for they would compel nobody, not they), of being starved by a gradual process in the house, or by a quick one out of it. Go to

3. I say she was starved to death. Go to

4. When I came back, she was dying; and all the blood in my heart has dried up, for they starved her to death. Go to

5. They starved her!” He twined his hands in his hair; and, with a loud scream, rolled grovelling upon the floor: his eyes fixed, and the foam covering his lips. Go to

6. “Ah!” said Mr. Bumble, when the lady brought her eyes down to earth again; “the only thing that can be done now, that I know of, is to leave him in the cellar for a day or so, till he’s a little starved down; and then to take him out, and keep him on gruel all through the apprenticeship. Go to

steep /stiːp/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: íngreme; acentuada; escarpadas

Simple English: (Of an angle) measuring less than ninety degrees.

Example: The mountain climb was steep, making it very challenging for hikers.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Go downstairs, you little bag of bones.” Mrs. Sowerberry opened a side door and pushed Oliver down steep stairs into a dark, damp stone room. Go to

2. Oliver waited at the bottom of a steep hill for a coach and begged from the passengers sitting outside. Go to

sternly /ˈstɜːrnli/ (15 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: severamente; com firmeza

Simple English: In a serious and strict way.

Example: The guard spoke sternly to the boys.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. As Mr. Bumble gazed sternly upon him, it rolled down his cheek. Go to

stirred /stɜːrd/ (8 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sacudiu; despertou

Simple English: Moved someone or something a little.

Example: A soft wind stirred the long grass.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He pulled the drink closer, stirred it, wished Mrs. Mann good health, and swallowed half. Go to

Original English Version

1. You are a humane woman, Mrs. Mann.” (Here she set down the glass.) “I shall take a early opportunity of mentioning it to the board, Mrs. Mann.” (He drew it towards him.) “You feel as a mother, Mrs. Mann.” (He stirred the gin-and-water.) “I - I drink your health with cheerfulness, Mrs. Mann”; and he swallowed half of it. Go to

2. There was no other person in the room but the old Jew, who was boiling some coffee in a saucepan for breakfast, and whistling softly to himself as he stirred it round and round, with an iron spoon. Go to

stockings /ˈstɑːkɪŋz/ (13 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: meias longas; meias de malha

Simple English: Close-fitting coverings for the feet and legs.

Example: She darned her stockings by the window.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He wore an old black suit, repaired black stockings, and matching shoes. Go to

2. It was the entrance to the coal cellar but was called the “kitchen.” A messy girl sat there in worn shoes and badly damaged blue stockings. Go to

3. His bundle held a piece of bread, a rough shirt, and two pairs of stockings. Go to

4. Their hair, shoes, and stockings were untidy. Go to

Original English Version

1. Mr. Sowerberry was a tall gaunt, large-jointed man, attired in a suit of threadbare black, with darned cotton stockings of the same colour, and shoes to answer. Go to

2. Get downstairs, little bag o’ bones.” With this, the undertaker’s wife opened a side door, and pushed Oliver down a steep flight of stairs into a stone cell, damp and dark: forming the ante-room to the coal-cellar, and denominated “kitchen”; wherein sat a slatternly girl, in shoes down at heel, and blue worsted stockings very much out of repair. Go to

3. He had a crust of bread, a coarse shirt, and two pairs of stockings, in his bundle. Go to

4. “A clean shirt,” thought Oliver, “is a very comfortable thing; and so are two pairs of darned stockings; and so is a penny; but they are small helps to a sixty-five miles’ walk in winter time.” But Oliver’s thoughts, like those of most other people, although they were extremely ready and active to point out his difficulties, were wholly at a loss to suggest any feasible mode of surmounting them; so, after a good deal of thinking to no particular purpose, he changed his little bundle over to the other shoulder, and trudged on. Go to

5. They wore a good deal of hair, not very neatly turned up behind, and were rather untidy about the shoes and stockings. Go to

stout /staʊt/ (13 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: grosso e resistente; robusto

Simple English: Rather fat and heavy, or strong and thick.

Example: A stout man opened the gate for us.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “Though I must say,” continued the undertaker, resuming the current of observations which the beadle had interrupted: “though I must say, Mr. Bumble, that I have to contend against one very great disadvantage: which is, that all the stout people go off the quickest. Go to

2. They were not exactly pretty, perhaps; but they had a great deal of colour in their faces, and looked quite stout and hearty. Go to

strict /strɪkt/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: estrita; rigoroso; rígidas

Simple English: Absolute rules that must always be obeyed.

Example: The school has strict rules about student behavior during classes.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The old man’s strict morals made Oliver eager to work. Go to

stumbling /ˈstʌmblɪŋ/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: tropeçando

Simple English: Moving unsteadily and nearly falling.

Example: He went stumbling through the thick underbrush toward the cabin.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Stumbling against a door on the landing, he rapped at it with his knuckles. Go to

sufferings /ˈsʌfərɪŋz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sofrimentos; padecimentos

Simple English: Long periods of pain or trouble.

Example: The book describes the sufferings of the poor.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. The blessing was from a young child’s lips, but it was the first that Oliver had ever heard invoked upon his head; and through the struggles and sufferings, and troubles and changes, of his after life, he never once forgot it. Go to

2. But the turnpike-man gave him a meal of bread and cheese; and the old lady, who had a shipwrecked grandson wandering barefoot in some distant part of the earth, took pity upon the poor orphan, and gave him what little she could afford - and more - with such kind and gentle words, and such tears of sympathy and compassion, that they sank deeper into Oliver’s soul, than all the sufferings he had ever undergone. Go to

suffocated /ˈsʌfəkeɪtɪd/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: sufocado; asfixiado

Simple English: Killed or made unable to breathe.

Example: The smoke nearly suffocated them.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Just when a child learned to survive on almost no food, it often became sick from hunger and cold, fell into the fire through neglect, or was accidentally suffocated. Go to

suffocation /ˌsʌfəˈkeɪʃn/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sufocamento

Simple English: Death, or near death, from lack of air.

Example: They feared suffocation in the narrow tunnel.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Master Bates saw something so exquisitely ludicrous in this reply, that he burst into another laugh; which laugh, meeting the coffee he was drinking, and carrying it down some wrong channel, very nearly terminated in his premature suffocation. Go to

suitably /ˈsuːtəbli/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: adequadamente

Simple English: in a way that is right for the situation

Example: The guests were suitably dressed for the ceremony.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. By the light of a suitably gloomy candle, he was writing in his account book when Mr. Bumble entered. Go to

superiors /səˈpɪriərz/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: superiores

Simple English: People of higher rank than you at work.

Example: He never spoke against his superiors.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He said Oliver would need a coffin soon if he made jokes about his superiors like that. Go to

Original English Version

1. At this, the charity-boy looked monstrous fierce; and said that Oliver would want one before long, if he cut jokes with his superiors in that way. Go to

surround /səˈraʊnd/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: surround; cercam; rodeiam

Simple English: To be all around something or someone on every side.

Example: The garden is surrounded by a tall stone wall for privacy.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. If worried relatives, nurses, and doctors had surrounded him, they might quickly have killed him with their care. Go to

sweep /swiːp/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: varrer; varredura; varra

Simple English: To clean an area by removing dirt with a broom.

Example: I sweep the patio every morning to keep it clean.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. One morning, while Oliver lived in this miserable state, a chimney sweep named Mr. Gamfield walked down the High Street. Go to

2. “If the parish wants him to learn the pleasant and respectable chimney-sweeping trade,” said Mr. Gamfield, “I need an apprentice and will take him.” Go to

3. “Well,” said the old gentleman, “I suppose he loves chimney sweeping?” Go to

4. “And he wants to become a sweep, does he?” asked the old gentleman. Go to

sweetly /ˈswiːtli/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: docemente; suavemente

Simple English: In a pleasant, gentle way.

Example: The little bells rang sweetly when they moved.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Sweetly, Mrs. Mann asked him not to be offended. Go to

swubble /ˈswʌbəl/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Swubble

Simple English: An orphan's surname assigned alphabetically.

Example: I called him Swubble.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The last name began with S, so I called him Swubble. Go to

Original English Version

1. The last was a S, - Swubble, I named him. Go to

tangled /ˈtæŋɡəld/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: emaranhado; coberto de mato

Simple English: Twisted together in an untidy mass that is hard to separate.

Example: The kite came down with its string badly tangled.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. An old, thin man with tangled red hair and a frightening face watched them while holding a fork. Go to

taverns /ˈtævərnz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: tavernas

Simple English: places where alcoholic drinks are served

Example: Oliver sat there for some time, noticing the many taverns and watching coaches pass.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver sat there for some time, noticing the many taverns and watching coaches pass. Go to

2. Only the taverns appeared successful. Go to

term /tɜːrm/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: termo; prazo; mandato

Simple English: Specific period of time expected to last fully.

Example: The school term begins in September and ends in December.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. We offer generous terms, Mr. Sowerberry.” Bumble raised his cane and struck three times on the words “FIVE POUNDS,” printed in huge capital letters on the notice. Go to

thingummy /ˈθɪŋəmi/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: treco; negócio; coisinha

Simple English: an informal British word used when the speaker cannot remember a person's or thing's name

Example: Thingummy, the surgeon finally said when the name escaped him.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “It is all over, Mrs. Thingummy,” the surgeon finally said. Go to

Original English Version

1. “It’s all over, Mrs. Thingummy!” said the surgeon at last. Go to

thinkers /ˈθɪŋkəz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pensadores

Simple English: people who examine ideas deeply and carefully

Example: Even the greatest thinkers depend on knowledge gathered by specialists.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The board members considered themselves wise thinkers. Go to

title /ˈtaɪtəl/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: título; denominação

Simple English: Name given to a book, movie, or other work.

Example: The title of the book was intriguing and made me curious to read it.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Oliver Twist, the person named in this chapter's title, was born there on a date that does not matter to this story. Go to

toasting /ˈtoʊstɪŋ/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: aquecendo junto ao fogo

Simple English: Warming something or oneself close to a fire or stove.

Example: Great-aunt Eliza was toasting her toes at the stove.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. In a frying-pan, which was on the fire, and which was secured to the mantelshelf by a string, some sausages were cooking; and standing over them, with a toasting-fork in his hand, was a very old shrivelled Jew, whose villainous-looking and repulsive face was obscured by a quantity of matted red hair. Go to

2. So did the Jew himself, toasting-fork in hand. Go to

3. These civilities would probably be extended much farther, but for a liberal exercise of the Jew’s toasting-fork on the heads and shoulders of the affectionate youths who offered them. Go to

tollgate /ˈtoʊlɡeɪt/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: praça de pedágio

Simple English: A gate or point where travellers pay a road fee.

Example: The coach stopped at the tollgate.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Without a kind tollgate keeper and a generous old woman, Oliver would certainly have died on the road as his mother had died. Go to

tone /toʊn/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: tom; tônus; tonificar

Simple English: A musical sound described by its pitch and quality.

Example: The tone of her voice was soothing and calm during the performance.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Mrs. Mann understood the tone and gesture of his refusal. Go to

tortoise /ˈtɔːrtəs/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: tartaruga terrestre

Simple English: A slow land animal with a hard shell.

Example: The tortoise crossed the path slowly.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. One read a newspaper, while the other studied a small parchment through tortoise-shell glasses. Go to

2. The old gentleman in the tortoise-shell glasses looked at his companion, who gave him a meaningful nod. Go to

Original English Version

1. Behind a desk, sat two old gentleman with powdered heads: one of whom was reading the newspaper; while the other was perusing, with the aid of a pair of tortoise-shell spectacles, a small piece of parchment which lay before him. Go to

2. The old gentleman in the tortoise-shell spectacles looked at his companion, he nodded significantly. Go to

tossing /ˈtɔːsɪŋ/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: atirando; lançando

Simple English: Throwing something lightly.

Example: He walked in, tossing his keys in the air.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. “We refuse to sanction these indentures,” said the old gentleman: tossing aside the piece of parchment as he spoke. Go to

tradesman /ˈtreɪdzmən/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: comerciante; artesão

Simple English: A man whose work is a trade or business.

Example: A highwayman in the dark could be a tradesman by day.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. I first wore it at the investigation into the poor tradesman who died in a doorway at midnight.” Go to

Original English Version

1. I put it on, I remember, for the first time, to attend the inquest on that reduced tradesman, who died in a doorway at midnight.” Go to

tremble /ˈtrɛmbəl/ (11 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: tremer

Simple English: To shake slightly because of fear or cold.

Example: The Lion began to tremble.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The many gentlemen frightened Oliver and made him tremble. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver was frightened at the sight of so many gentlemen, which made him tremble: and the beadle gave him another tap behind, which made him cry. Go to

2. He only cried bitterly all day; and, when the long, dismal night came on, spread his little hands before his eyes to shut out the darkness, and crouching in the corner, tried to sleep: ever and anon waking with a start and tremble, and drawing himself closer and closer to the wall, as if to feel even its cold hard surface were a protection in the gloom and loneliness which surrounded him. Go to

3. An unfinished coffin on black tressels, which stood in the middle of the shop, looked so gloomy and death-like that a cold tremble came over him, every time his eyes wandered in the direction of the dismal object: from which he almost expected to see some frightful form slowly rear its head, to drive him mad with terror. Go to

trembled /ˈtrɛmbəld/ (19 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: tremeu

Simple English: Shook slightly because of fear, weakness, cold, or emotion.

Example: His voice trembled as he continued speaking.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. She kissed his forehead passionately with cold white lips, touched her face, looked wildly around, trembled, fell back, and died. Go to

2. Oliver’s eyes shone when he heard the word meat, and he trembled with eagerness to eat it. Go to

3. It looked so dark and deathlike that Oliver trembled whenever he looked at it. Go to

4. Oliver trembled and moved closer to his master because he knew it was a dead body. Go to

Original English Version

1. His feet were sore, and his legs so weak that they trembled beneath him. Go to

2. He trembled very much though; for, even in his terror, Oliver could see that the knife quivered in the air. Go to

trembling /ˈtrɛmblɪŋ/ (53 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: tremendo; tremor

Simple English: Shaking slightly or the act of shaking, often from fear or excitement.

Example: Lucy stood trembling in the hallway after the argument.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He often woke trembling and pressed himself against the cold wall, as if it could protect him from the darkness and loneliness. Go to

2. “An apprentice, sir?” the child asked, trembling. Go to

3. “Yes, sir,” Oliver replied in a low, trembling voice. Go to

4. With a trembling hand, Oliver pulled back the bolts and opened the door. Go to

5. Bumble asked whether Oliver was afraid and trembling while he spoke. Go to

6. Yet he was trembling so much that, despite his fear, Oliver could see the knife shaking in the air. Go to

Original English Version

1. “A prentice, sir!” said the child, trembling. Go to

2. Oliver, whose eyes had glistened at the mention of meat, and who was trembling with eagerness to devour it, replied in the negative; and a plateful of coarse broken victuals was set before him. Go to

3. He drew back the bolts with a trembling hand, and opened the door. Go to

4. Ain’t you a-trembling while I speak, sir?” said Mr. Bumble. Go to

trimmed /trɪmd/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: guarnecidos; debruados

Simple English: Decorated along the edges.

Example: Their uniforms were trimmed with gold braid.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Mr. Bumble walked with long steps while little Oliver held tightly to his gold-trimmed sleeve and hurried beside him. Go to

trip /trɪp/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: viagem; desengate; tropeçar

Simple English: A journey.

Example: We took a trip to Rome.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Charlotte,” said Mr. Sowerberry, who had followed Oliver downstairs, “give this boy the cold scraps saved for Trip. Go to

troublesome /ˈtrʌbəlsəm/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: incômodo; problemático; enfadonho

Simple English: Causing difficulty or annoyance.

Example: The lock has been troublesome since the winter.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “He will probably be troublesome. Go to

2. He cleared his throat three or four times and muttered something about “that troublesome cough.” Then he told Oliver to dry his eyes and behave well. Go to

Original English Version

1. The fact is, that there was considerable difficulty in inducing Oliver to take upon himself the office of respiration, - a troublesome practice, but one which custom has rendered necessary to our easy existence; and for some time he lay gasping on a little flock mattress, rather unequally poised between this world and the next: the balance being decidedly in favour of the latter. Go to

2. “It’s very likely it _will_ be troublesome. Go to

3. Occasionally, when there was some more than usually interesting inquest upon a parish child who had been overlooked in turning up a bedstead, or inadvertently scalded to death when there happened to be a washing - though the latter accident was very scarce, anything approaching to a washing being of rare occurrence in the farm - the jury would take it into their heads to ask troublesome questions, or the parishioners would rebelliously affix their signatures to a remonstrance. Go to

4. Mr. Bumble regarded Oliver’s piteous and helpless look, with some astonishment, for a few seconds; hemmed three or four times in a husky manner; and after muttering something about “that troublesome cough,” bade Oliver dry his eyes and be a good boy. Go to

trouser /ˈtraʊzər/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: da calça

Simple English: Belonging to the piece of clothing worn on the legs.

Example: He put the coin in his trouser pocket.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. His man's coat almost reached his heels, and its sleeves were rolled up so he could keep his hands in his trouser pockets. Go to

twist's /twɪsts/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: de Twist

Simple English: belonging to Oliver Twist, the main character of the story

Example: When will you hear the true story of Oliver Twist's life?

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. Oliver Twist’s ninth birthday found him a pale thin child, somewhat diminutive in stature, and decidedly small in circumference. Go to

uncertainly /ʌnˈsɜːrtənli/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: com hesitação; sem certeza

Simple English: In a doubtful way, without being sure.

Example: Dorothy said uncertainly that there must be a mistake.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Another tap from the beadle made him cry, so he answered very quietly and uncertainly. Go to

2. “It was all right, thank you, sir,” Oliver answered uncertainly. Go to

3. He stood uncertainly for a few minutes, then turned, looked at Oliver, and called his name. Go to

unconcerned /ˌʌnkənˈsɜːrnd/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: despreocupado; indiferente

Simple English: Not worried about something and not interested in it.

Example: She seemed unconcerned about the coming storm.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Mr. Limbkins tried to take some snuff while appearing cheerful and unconcerned. Go to

Original English Version

1. The old gentleman stopped, laid down his pen, and looked from Oliver to Mr. Limbkins; who attempted to take snuff with a cheerful and unconcerned aspect. Go to

undertaker /ʌndərtækər/ (76 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: agente funerário

Simple English: the thing, state, or idea meant by undertaker

Example: I sent Jen Conover to phone for the undertaker and to get some help from the shore.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. At first it cost more because the undertaker had more work, and the prisoners' clothes had to be made smaller after their bodies became thin from weeks of porridge. Go to

2. As he returned to report his results, he met Mr. Sowerberry, the parish undertaker, at the workhouse gate. Go to

3. “I measured the two women who died last night, Mr. Bumble,” said the undertaker. Go to

4. “Do you think so?” asked the undertaker, sounding half convinced and half doubtful. Go to

5. “Of course,” replied the undertaker. Go to

6. “Still,” continued the undertaker, “I face one great problem. Go to

Original English Version

1. Mr. Bumble had been despatched to make various preliminary inquiries, with the view of finding out some captain or other who wanted a cabin-boy without any friends; and was returning to the workhouse to communicate the result of his mission; when he encountered at the gate, no less a person than Mr. Sowerberry, the parochial undertaker. Go to

2. “I have taken the measure of the two women that died last night, Mr. Bumble,” said the undertaker. Go to

3. “You’ll make your fortune, Mr. Sowerberry,” said the beadle, as he thrust his thumb and forefinger into the proffered snuff-box of the undertaker: which was an ingenious little model of a patent coffin. Go to

4. “I say you’ll make your fortune, Mr. Sowerberry,” repeated Mr. Bumble, tapping the undertaker on the shoulder, in a friendly manner, with his cane. Go to

5. “Think so?” said the undertaker in a tone which half admitted and half disputed the probability of the event. Go to

6. “Of course, of course,” replied the undertaker; “and if I don’t get a profit upon this or that particular article, why, I make it up in the long-run, you see - he! he! he!” Go to

undertaker's /ʌndərtækərs/ (18 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: relacionado a "sob" ou "inferior"

Simple English: to do the action meant by undertaker's

Example: When that doctor from over the harbour married the undertaker's daughter in Lowbridge, people began to distrust him.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “You will become rich, Mr. Sowerberry,” said the beadle, taking snuff from the undertaker's box, which was shaped like a tiny coffin. Go to

2. “Goodness!” said the undertaker’s wife. Go to

3. “Well,” said the undertaker’s wife after Oliver finished supper. Go to

4. Left alone in the undertaker’s shop, Oliver placed the lamp on a workbench and looked around with fear. Go to

5. Oliver had lived at the undertaker’s for about three weeks or a month. Go to

6. After carefully arranging his hat and cane, he and Noah hurried to the undertaker's shop. Go to

Original English Version

1. It was rather expensive at first, in consequence of the increase in the undertaker’s bill, and the necessity of taking in the clothes of all the paupers, which fluttered loosely on their wasted, shrunken forms, after a week or two’s gruel. Go to

2. “Dear me!” said the undertaker’s wife, “he’s very small.” Go to

3. Get downstairs, little bag o’ bones.” With this, the undertaker’s wife opened a side door, and pushed Oliver down a steep flight of stairs into a stone cell, damp and dark: forming the ante-room to the coal-cellar, and denominated “kitchen”; wherein sat a slatternly girl, in shoes down at heel, and blue worsted stockings very much out of repair. Go to

4. “Well,” said the undertaker’s wife, when Oliver had finished his supper: which she had regarded in silent horror, and with fearful auguries of his future appetite: “have you done?” Go to

5. Oliver, being left to himself in the undertaker’s shop, set the lamp down on a workman’s bench, and gazed timidly about him with a feeling of awe and dread, which many people a good deal older than he will be at no loss to understand. Go to

6. Oliver had been sojourning at the undertaker’s some three weeks or a month. Go to

uneasily /ʌnɪæsɪli/ (8 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: inquietamente

Simple English: in a way described by uneasi

Example: "How can I help?" asked the other uneasily.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. You are a brave boy, Oliver!” He laughed and rubbed his hands, but still looked uneasily at the box. Go to

Original English Version

1. Ha! ha! you’re a brave boy, Oliver.” The Jew rubbed his hands with a chuckle, but glanced uneasily at the box, notwithstanding. Go to

uneducated /ʌnˈedʒukeɪtɪd/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: sem instrução

Simple English: Having had little or no schooling.

Example: He was poor and uneducated but wise.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Juries,” said Mr. Bumble, gripping his cane as he often did when angry, “are uneducated, common, miserable creatures.” Go to

Glossary: New Words (3/3)

unfriendly /ʌnˈfrɛndli/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: hostil; pouco amigável

Simple English: Not kind or pleasant to others.

Example: He growled at the Scarecrow in an unfriendly way.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The unfriendly man in the white waistcoat added that Oliver would begin pulling apart old rope at six the next morning. Go to

2. “My dear - ” He was about to say more, but Mrs. Sowerberry looked up with such an unfriendly expression that he stopped. Go to

ungrateful /ʌnˈɡreɪtfəl/ (12 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: ingrato

Simple English: Not showing thanks for what someone has done.

Example: I would be ungrateful if I did not mourn him.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Of all the most ungrateful and badly behaved boys I have ever seen, Oliver, you are the - ” Go to

2. How did those ungrateful rebels behave? Go to

3. Charlotte grabbed Oliver with all her great strength and called him an ungrateful, murderous little villain. Go to

4. “And what if he did, you ungrateful little creature?” said Mrs. Sowerberry. Go to

Original English Version

1. “But what’s the consequence; what’s the ungrateful behaviour of these rebels, sir? Go to

2. “Well, and what if he did, you little ungrateful wretch?” said Mrs. Sowerberry. Go to

unimportant /ˌʌnɪmˈpɔːrtənt/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sem importância

Simple English: Not mattering very much.

Example: He forgot the date because it seemed unimportant.

Use in this Book:

Original English Version

1. And now, I come to a very important passage in Oliver’s history; for I have to record an act, slight and unimportant perhaps in appearance, but which indirectly produced a material change in all his future prospects and proceedings. Go to

unnatural /ʌnˈnætʃərəl/ (6 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: antinatural; artificial; desumano

Simple English: Not normal, or not the way nature usually works.

Example: The room was filled with an unnatural silence.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. If he had not punished Oliver severely, people would have called him a cruel and unnatural husband. Go to

Original English Version

1. If he had hesitated for one instant to punish Oliver most severely, it must be quite clear to every experienced reader that he would have been, according to all precedents in disputes of matrimony established, a brute, an unnatural husband, an insulting creature, a base imitation of a man, and various other agreeable characters too numerous for recital within the limits of this chapter. Go to

unsteadily /ʌnˈstɛdəli/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: vacilantemente; sem firmeza

Simple English: In a shaky way that is not firm.

Example: He rose unsteadily from the low chair.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Then she loosened the fallen man's neckcloth and walked unsteadily toward the undertaker. Go to

unsteady /ʌnˈstɛdi/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: trêmulo; vacilante

Simple English: Not firm, or not regular in movement.

Example: The ladder felt unsteady, so I asked him to hold it.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Instead, only an old poor woman, made unsteady by beer, and a parish surgeon were there. Go to

unsuitable /ʌnˈsuːtəbəl/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: inadequado; impróprio

Simple English: not right or proper for a person, purpose or occasion

Example: He is so unsuitable in every way, you know.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Mrs. Sowerberry had fed Oliver too well and created a spirit unsuitable for a poor boy. Go to

unsupported /ˌʌnsəˈpɔːrtɪd/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sem apoio; sem provas

Simple English: not held up, or not backed by proof from others

Example: They will not judge them on the unsupported story of a child.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “I hope,” Mr. Limbkins said nervously, “that the magistrates will not believe the authorities acted improperly merely because of a child's unsupported story.” Go to

Original English Version

1. “I hope,” stammered Mr. Limbkins: “I hope the magistrates will not form the opinion that the authorities have been guilty of any improper conduct, on the unsupported testimony of a child.” Go to

untidy /ʌnˈtaɪdi/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: desarrumado; desordenado

Simple English: Not clean and not in good order.

Example: His untidy room made his mother angry.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. Their hair, shoes, and stockings were untidy. Go to

Original English Version

1. They wore a good deal of hair, not very neatly turned up behind, and were rather untidy about the shoes and stockings. Go to

unwin /ˈʌnwɪn/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Unwin

Simple English: the surname of a character mentioned in the story

Example: The next two will be Unwin and Vilkins.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The next two will be Unwin and Vilkins. Go to

Original English Version

1. The next one comes will be Unwin, and the next Vilkins. Go to

urge /ɜːrdʒ/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: exortar; instar; impulso

Simple English: To strongly recommend or encourage someone to take action.

Example: I urge you to apply for that scholarship before the deadline.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Let us divide the difference, gentlemen,” Gamfield urged. Go to

ver /vər/ (4 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: ver (parte de never)

Simple English: Part of the word never, spelled out slowly.

Example: They are very mis-chie-vous, said the girl.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. “Well,” said the undertaker, “I have ne - ver - heard - ” Go to

Original English Version

1. “Well,” said the undertaker, “I ne - ver - did - ” Go to

vilkins /ˈvɪl.kɪnz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: Vilkins

Simple English: the surname of a workhouse boy mentioned in the story

Example: The next two will be Unwin and Vilkins.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. The next two will be Unwin and Vilkins. Go to

Original English Version

1. The next one comes will be Unwin, and the next Vilkins. Go to

wagons /ˈwæɡənz/ (2 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: carroças; carros de carga

Simple English: Large carts pulled by animals to carry goods.

Example: Ten wagons of grain came into the town.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. He remembered seeing wagons climb the hill when they left town. Go to

waistcoat /ˈwɛskət/ (62 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: colete

Simple English: A short jacket without sleeves worn over a shirt.

Example: He wore a blue waistcoat to the wedding.

Use in this Book:

Simplified (B1) English Version

1. A gentleman in a white waistcoat called him a fool, which did nothing to make him feel better. Go to

2. “The boy is a fool, as I thought,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. Go to

3. The gentleman in the white waistcoat asked why he was crying, as if the boy had no reason at all. Go to

4. The unfriendly man in the white waistcoat added that Oliver would begin pulling apart old rope at six the next morning. Go to

5. “That boy will be hanged,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. Go to

6. “I have never been more certain of anything,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat as he read the notice. Go to

Original English Version

1. These two causes made him answer in a very low and hesitating voice; whereupon a gentleman in a white waistcoat said he was a fool. Go to

2. “The boy _is_ a fool - I thought he was,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. Go to

3. “What are you crying for?” inquired the gentleman in the white waistcoat. Go to

4. “So you’ll begin to pick oakum tomorrow morning at six o’clock,” added the surly one in the white waistcoat. Go to

5. “That boy will be hung,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. Go to

6. “I never was more convinced of anything in my life,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat, as he knocked at the gate and read the bill next morning: “I never was more convinced of anything in my life, than I am that that boy will come to be hung.” Go to

wallets /ˈwɑːlɪts/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: carteiras; bolsas de viagem

Simple English: small flat cases for carrying money and papers

Example: 'Two wallets,' replied the Dodger.

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1. “Two wallets,” replied the Dodger. Go to

wandered /ˈwɑːndərd/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: vagou; perambulou

Simple English: Walked around slowly with no clear plan.

Example: We wandered through the market all morning.

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1. An unfinished coffin on black tressels, which stood in the middle of the shop, looked so gloomy and death-like that a cold tremble came over him, every time his eyes wandered in the direction of the dismal object: from which he almost expected to see some frightful form slowly rear its head, to drive him mad with terror. Go to

warmly /ˈwɔːrmli/ (9 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: calorosamente; com cordialidade

Simple English: In a friendly, kind way.

Example: Come along, said the Scarecrow warmly.

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1. He walked lightly and looked privately amused as he greeted Mr. Bumble warmly. Go to

weakens /ˈwikənz/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: enfraquece; debilita

Simple English: makes something less strong or less certain

Example: I'll tell you what weakens your judgment.

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1. “The only solution is to leave him in the cellar for a day or two until hunger weakens him. Go to

weakly /ˈwiːkli/ (21 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: debilmente; sem convicção

Simple English: In a way that shows very little strength.

Example: The sick man smiled weakly at his friend.

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1. A pale young woman weakly raised her face from the pillow and whispered, “Let me see the child, and die.” Go to

2. “What?” the master finally said weakly. Go to

Original English Version

1. Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation for three months: at last they got so voracious and wild with hunger, that one boy, who was tall for his age, and hadn’t been used to that sort of thing (for his father had kept a small cook-shop), hinted darkly to his companions, that unless he had another basin of gruel _per diem_, he was afraid he might some night happen to eat the boy who slept next him, who happened to be a weakly youth of tender age. Go to

wealthy /ˈwɛlθi/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: rico; abastada; rica

Simple English: Having large amounts of money or valuable possessions.

Example: He is wealthy enough to travel the world whenever he wants.

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1. In wealthy families, a young man who cannot get a good position is often sent to sea. Go to

weeping /ˈwiːpɪŋ/ (11 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: chorando

Simple English: Crying, with tears.

Example: She sat weeping by the fire.

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1. “Yes, sir,” replied Oliver, weeping bitterly. Go to

wept /wɛpt/ (8 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: chorou; derramou lágrimas

Simple English: Cried, with tears falling.

Example: She wept when the letter arrived.

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1. He released Mr. Bumble’s hand, covered his face with both hands, and wept until tears ran between his thin fingers and down his chin. Go to

2. He fell to his knees, covered his face, and wept with a pain that no young child should ever have to feel. Go to

Original English Version

1. Withdrawing his other hand from Mr. Bumble’s he covered his face with both; and wept until the tears sprung out from between his chin and bony fingers. Go to

2. But now, when there were none to see or hear him, he fell upon his knees on the floor; and, hiding his face in his hands, wept such tears as, God send for the credit of our nature, few so young may ever have cause to pour out before him! Go to

whispered /ˈwɪspərd/ (76 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sussurraram; cochicharam

Simple English: Spoke very quietly, so that few people could hear.

Example: They stopped and whispered among themselves.

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1. A pale young woman weakly raised her face from the pillow and whispered, “Let me see the child, and die.” Go to

2. After eating, the boys whispered and signaled to Oliver while the boys beside him pushed him forward. Go to

3. The board whispered together. Go to

4. “Now, dear Oliver, come to the gentleman.” Then Bumble gave him a dark, threatening look and whispered, “Remember what I told you, you young rascal!” Go to

5. Sowerberry whispered to the old woman that she must walk quickly because they were late and should not keep the priest waiting. Go to

6. Finally, he gave up, leaned back, and whispered: Go to

Original English Version

1. The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbors nudged him. Go to

2. “Now, you must put your best leg foremost, old lady!” whispered Sowerberry in the old woman’s ear; “we are rather late; and it won’t do, to keep the clergyman waiting. Go to

3. These all crowded about their associate as he whispered a few words to the Jew; and then turned round and grinned at Oliver. Go to

whispering /ˈwɪspərɪŋ/ (11 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: sussurrando

Simple English: Speaking very softly so that few can hear.

Example: The two girls were whispering at the back.

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1. At last the whispering stopped. Go to

Original English Version

1. At length the whispering ceased; and the members of the board, having resumed their seats and their solemnity, Mr. Limbkins said: Go to

whistled /ˈwɪsəld/ (10 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: assobiou

Simple English: Made a high sound by blowing through the lips.

Example: The farmer whistled and the dog came running.

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1. The strange boy whistled and pushed his arms as far into his pockets as the large coat sleeves allowed. Go to

2. “Who is there?” called a voice from below after the Dodger whistled. Go to

3. He boiled coffee in a pan and whistled softly while stirring it with an iron spoon. Go to

Original English Version

1. The strange boy whistled; and put his arms into his pockets, as far as the big coat-sleeves would let them go. Go to

whistling /ˈwɪslɪŋ/ (7 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: assobio; silvo

Simple English: A high sound made by air moving quickly.

Example: A sharp whistling came through the air.

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1. Once satisfied, he began whistling and stirring again. Go to

Original English Version

1. There was no other person in the room but the old Jew, who was boiling some coffee in a saucepan for breakfast, and whistling softly to himself as he stirred it round and round, with an iron spoon. Go to

2. He would stop every now and then to listen when there was the least noise below: and when he had satisfied himself, he would go on whistling and stirring again, as before. Go to

3. He saw the Jew with his half-closed eyes; heard his low whistling; and recognised the sound of the spoon grating against the saucepan’s sides: and yet the self-same senses were mentally engaged, at the same time, in busy action with almost everybody he had ever known. Go to

widows /ˈwɪdoʊz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: viúvas

Simple English: Women whose husbands have died.

Example: The fund was set up to help widows and orphans.

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1. Husbands accepted their wives' deaths calmly, and widows made their mourning clothes look attractive. Go to

windless /ˈwɪndləs/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: sem vento; parado; calmo

Simple English: with no wind at all, still and quiet

Example: It was very warm and windless.

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1. It was a cold, dark, windless night. Go to

winked /wɪŋkt/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: piscou

Simple English: Closed and opened one eye quickly.

Example: The eyes winked three times.

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1. The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbors nudged him. Go to

workbench /ˈwɜːrkbɛntʃ/ (1 occurrence in the simplified text)

Português: bancada de trabalho

Simple English: a strong table where someone works with tools

Example: Oliver placed the lamp on a workbench.

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1. Left alone in the undertaker’s shop, Oliver placed the lamp on a workbench and looked around with fear. Go to

workhouse /ˈwɜrkˌhaʊs/ (93 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: asilo de pobres; casa de trabalho

Simple English: an old public house where very poor people lived and worked

Example: Guster is a poor, thin young woman from a workhouse.

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1. In a town that I will not name, there was a workhouse, as there was in most towns. Go to

2. Being born in a workhouse was not lucky, but in Oliver's case it may have saved him. Go to

3. “When she has lived as long as I have, sir, and had thirteen children, with all but two dead and those two in the workhouse with me, she will know better than to behave this way. Go to

4. Once dressed in old yellow clothes, however, he was clearly marked as a parish orphan from the workhouse: a half-starved servant who would be beaten, hated by everyone, and pitied by nobody. Go to

5. The workhouse had no woman who could nurse him, so the parish sent him to a smaller home three miles away. Go to

6. The board had decided to bring him back to the workhouse, and Bumble had come to take him. Go to

Original English Version

1. Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter. Go to

2. Although I am not disposed to maintain that being born in a workhouse, is in itself the most fortunate and enviable circumstance that can possibly befall a human being, I do mean to say that in this particular instance, it was the best thing for Oliver Twist that could by possibility have occurred. Go to

3. The result was, that, after a few struggles, Oliver breathed, sneezed, and proceeded to advertise to the inmates of the workhouse the fact of a new burden having been imposed upon the parish, by setting up as loud a cry as could reasonably have been expected from a male infant who had not been possessed of that very useful appendage, a voice, for a much longer space of time than three minutes and a quarter. Go to

4. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none. Go to

5. The hungry and destitute situation of the infant orphan was duly reported by the workhouse authorities to the parish authorities. Go to

6. The parish authorities inquired with dignity of the workhouse authorities, whether there was no female then domiciled in “the house” who was in a situation to impart to Oliver Twist, the consolation and nourishment of which he stood in need. Go to

workman's /ˈwɜrkmənz/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: de operário; de trabalhador

Simple English: belonging to a man who does skilled physical work

Example: A pair of workman's brogans encased my feet.

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1. Oliver, being left to himself in the undertaker’s shop, set the lamp down on a workman’s bench, and gazed timidly about him with a feeling of awe and dread, which many people a good deal older than he will be at no loss to understand. Go to

wrinkled /ˈrɪŋkəld/ (5 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: enrugado

Simple English: Covered with small lines and folds.

Example: Behind the screen stood a little man with a wrinkled face.

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1. The old woman's face was wrinkled, her last two teeth stuck out, and her eyes were sharp and bright. Go to

Original English Version

1. The old woman’s face was wrinkled; her two remaining teeth protruded over her under lip; and her eyes were bright and piercing. Go to

wrists /rɪsts/ (3 occurrences in the simplified text)

Português: pulsos

Simple English: The parts of the body between the hands and the arms.

Example: She wore silver bands on both wrists.

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1. Noah, whose top waistcoat-button might have been somewhere on a level with the crown of Oliver’s head, rubbed his eyes with the inside of his wrists while this commiseration was bestowed upon him, and performed some affecting tears and sniffs. Go to

Original Text: Rare Words (1/5)

Compact help for additional rare words found only in the original text. Each entry gives the spelling, pronunciation, common Portuguese meanings and one exact return to the source paragraph.

ablutions /əˈbluːʃənz/ — abluções; lavagens rituais. As for exercise, it was nice cold weather, and he was allowed to perform his ablutions every morning under the pump, in a stone yard, in the presence of Mr. Bumble, who prevented his catching cold, and caused a tingling sensation to pervade his frame, by repeated applications of the cane. Return to Original English Version

abode /əˈboʊd/ — morada; habitação. The next day, (the family having been meanwhile relieved with a half-quartern loaf and a piece of cheese, left with them by Mr. Bumble himself,) Oliver and his master returned to the miserable abode; where Mr. Bumble had already arrived, accompanied by four men from the workhouse, who were to act as bearers. Return to Original English Version

abstraction /æbˈstrækʃən/ — abstração; distração; alheamento. The donkey was in a state of profound abstraction: wondering, probably, whether he was destined to be regaled with a cabbage-stalk or two when he had disposed of the two sacks of soot with which the little cart was laden; so, without noticing the word of command, he jogged onward. Return to Original English Version

acause /əˈkɑːz/ — porque (forma dialetal). “That’s acause they damped the straw afore they lit it in the chimbley to make ’em come down again,” said Gamfield; “that’s all smoke, and no blaze; vereas smoke ain’t o’ no use at all in making a boy come down, for it only sinds him to sleep, and that’s wot he likes. Return to Original English Version

accidently /ˌæksɪˈdɛntəli/ — acidentalmente. At last, the Dodger trod upon his toes, or ran upon his boot accidently, while Charley Bates stumbled up against him behind; and in that one moment they took from him, with the most extraordinary rapidity, snuff-box, note-case, watch-guard, chain, shirt-pin, pocket-handkerchief, even the spectacle-case. Return to Original English Version

accosted /əˈkɔːstɪd/ — abordou; dirigiu-se a. So, he spelt the bill through again, from beginning to end; and then, touching his fur cap in token of humility, accosted the gentleman in the white waistcoat. Return to Original English Version

acos /əˈkɒz/ — porque. Why, _the_ mill - the mill as takes up so little room that it’ll work inside a Stone Jug; and always goes better when the wind’s low with people, than when it’s high; acos then they can’t get workmen. Return to Original English Version

acquiesced /ˌækwiˈest/ — anuiu; consentiu; aquiesceu. “No more they have,” acquiesced the undertaker. Return to Original English Version

acquiescence /ˌækwiˈesəns/ — aquiescência; consentimento. Mr. Sowerberry rightly construed this, as an acquiescence in his proposition; it was speedily determined, therefore, that Oliver should be at once initiated into the mysteries of the trade; and, with this view, that he should accompany his master on the very next occasion of his services being required. Return to Original English Version

acquitted /əˈkwɪtɪd/ — absolvido; inocentado. He had a penny too - a gift of Sowerberry’s after some funeral in which he had acquitted himself more than ordinarily well - in his pocket. Return to Original English Version

acutest /əˈkjuːtɪst/ — mais agudo; intensíssimo. Such agony, please, sir!” And here, Noah writhed and twisted his body into an extensive variety of eel-like positions; thereby giving Mr. Bumble to understand that, from the violent and sanguinary onset of Oliver Twist, he had sustained severe internal injury and damage, from which he was at that moment suffering the acutest torture. Return to Original English Version

adjective /ˈædʒɪktɪv/ — adjetivo. “Hold your tongue, Beadle,” said the second old gentleman, when Mr. Bumble had given vent to this compound adjective. Return to Original English Version

admonished /ədˈmɑːnɪʃt/ — admoestou; repreendeu; advertiu. When they arrived at the office, he was shut up in a little room by himself, and admonished by Mr. Bumble to stay there, until he came back to fetch him. Return to Original English Version

admonitory /ədˈmɑːnətɔːri/ — admoestador; que adverte. But, as it chanced to be immediately under his nose, it followed, as a matter of course, that he looked all over his desk for it, without finding it; and happening in the course of his search to look straight before him, his gaze encountered the pale and terrified face of Oliver Twist: who, despite all the admonitory looks and pinches of Bumble, was regarding the repulsive countenance of his future master, with a mingled expression of horror and fear, too palpable to be mistaken, even by a half-blind magistrate. Return to Original English Version

advantageous /ˌædvənˈteɪdʒəs/ — vantajoso. In great families, when an advantageous place cannot be obtained, either in possession, reversion, remainder, or expectancy, for the young man who is growing up, it is a very general custom to send him to sea. Return to Original English Version

advisable /ədˈvaɪzəbəl/ — aconselhável. As Mr. Sowerberry said this, with the becoming indignation of an ill-used man; and as Mr. Bumble felt that it rather tended to convey a reflection on the honour of the parish; the latter gentleman thought it advisable to change the subject. Return to Original English Version

affectionate /əˈfekʃənət/ — afetuoso; carinhoso. These civilities would probably be extended much farther, but for a liberal exercise of the Jew’s toasting-fork on the heads and shoulders of the affectionate youths who offered them. Return to Original English Version

affirm /əˈfɜːrm/ — afirmar; asseverar. That Oliver Twist was moved to resignation by the example of these good people, I cannot, although I am his biographer, undertake to affirm with any degree of confidence; but I can most distinctly say, that for many months he continued meekly to submit to the domination and ill-treatment of Noah Claypole: who used him far worse than before, now that his jealousy was roused by seeing the new boy promoted to the black stick and hat-band, while he, the old one, remained stationary in the muffin-cap and leathers. Return to Original English Version

affirmed /əˈfɜːrmd/ — afirmou. That same evening, the gentleman in the white waistcoat most positively and decidedly affirmed, not only that Oliver would be hung, but that he would be drawn and quartered into the bargain. Return to Original English Version

affix /əˈfɪks/ — afixar; prender; atribuir. Occasionally, when there was some more than usually interesting inquest upon a parish child who had been overlooked in turning up a bedstead, or inadvertently scalded to death when there happened to be a washing - though the latter accident was very scarce, anything approaching to a washing being of rare occurrence in the farm - the jury would take it into their heads to ask troublesome questions, or the parishioners would rebelliously affix their signatures to a remonstrance. Return to Original English Version

afflicted /əˈflɪktɪd/ — afligido; acometido. Mr. Bumble!” cried Noah, with well-affected dismay, and in tones so loud and agitated, that they not only caught the ear of Mr. Bumble himself, who happened to be hard by, but alarmed him so much that he rushed into the yard without his cocked hat, - which is a very curious and remarkable circumstance, as showing that even a beadle, acted upon a sudden and powerful impulse, may be afflicted with a momentary visitation of loss of self-possession, and forgetfulness of personal dignity. Return to Original English Version

afforded /əˈfɔːrdɪd/ — proporcionou; permitiu-se; teve meios para. The houses on either side were high and large, but very old, and tenanted by people of the poorest class: as their neglected appearance would have sufficiently denoted, without the concurrent testimony afforded by the squalid looks of the few men and women who, with folded arms and bodies half doubled, occasionally skulked along. Return to Original English Version

affords /əˈfɔːrdz/ — proporciona; oferece; pode arcar com. This affords charming food for contemplation. Return to Original English Version

afore /əˈfɔːr/ — antes, forma popular de before. “That’s acause they damped the straw afore they lit it in the chimbley to make ’em come down again,” said Gamfield; “that’s all smoke, and no blaze; vereas smoke ain’t o’ no use at all in making a boy come down, for it only sinds him to sleep, and that’s wot he likes. Return to Original English Version

aforesaid /əˈfɔːrsed/ — supracitado; acima mencionado. When Noah saw that the intelligence he communicated perfectly paralysed Mr. Bumble, he imparted additional effect thereunto, by bewailing his dreadful wounds ten times louder than before; and when he observed a gentleman in a white waistcoat crossing the yard, he was more tragic in his lamentations than ever: rightly conceiving it highly expedient to attract the notice, and rouse the indignation, of the gentleman aforesaid. Return to Original English Version

aggravating /ˈæɡrəveɪtɪŋ/ — irritante; que agrava. One day, Oliver and Noah had descended into the kitchen at the usual dinner-hour, to banquet upon a small joint of mutton - a pound and a half of the worst end of the neck; when Charlotte being called out of the way, there ensued a brief interval of time, which Noah Claypole, being hungry and vicious, considered he could not possibly devote to a worthier purpose than aggravating and tantalising young Oliver Twist. Return to Original English Version

agin /əˈɡɪn/ — contra; de novo (dialetal). “Why, a beak’s a madgst’rate; and when you walk by a beak’s order, it’s not straight forerd, but always agoing up, and niver a coming down agin. Return to Original English Version

agoing /əˈɡoʊɪŋ/ — em andamento; seguindo (dialetal). “Why, a beak’s a madgst’rate; and when you walk by a beak’s order, it’s not straight forerd, but always agoing up, and niver a coming down agin. Return to Original English Version

agreeable /əˈɡriːəbəl/ — agradável; aceitável. If he had hesitated for one instant to punish Oliver most severely, it must be quite clear to every experienced reader that he would have been, according to all precedents in disputes of matrimony established, a brute, an unnatural husband, an insulting creature, a base imitation of a man, and various other agreeable characters too numerous for recital within the limits of this chapter. Return to Original English Version

agreeably /əˈɡriːəbli/ — agradavelmente; de modo grato. He had scarcely washed himself, and made everything tidy, by emptying the basin out of the window, agreeably to the Jew’s directions, when the Dodger returned: accompanied by a very sprightly young friend, whom Oliver had seen smoking on the previous night, and who was now formally introduced to him as Charley Bates. Return to Original English Version

allotted /əˈlɑːtɪd/ — atribuiu; destinado; reservado. Do I understand that he asked for more, after he had eaten the supper allotted by the dietary?” Return to Original English Version

allowable /əˈlaʊəbəl/ — permitido; admissível. A fair profit is, of course, allowable.” Return to Original English Version

allusion /əˈluːʒən/ — alusão; referência. At this point of Mr. Bumble’s discourse, Oliver, just hearing enough to know that some allusion was being made to his mother, recommenced kicking, with a violence that rendered every other sound inaudible. Return to Original English Version

amiable /ˈeɪmiəbəl/ — amável; afável. It shows us what a beautiful thing human nature may be made to be; and how impartially the same amiable qualities are developed in the finest lord and the dirtiest charity-boy. Return to Original English Version

anciently /ˈeɪnʃəntli/ — antigamente; em tempos antigos. Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter. Return to Original English Version

anguish /ˈæŋɡwɪʃ/ — angústia; sofrimento intenso. It was observable, too, that ladies and gentlemen who were in passions of anguish during the ceremony of interment, recovered almost as soon as they reached home, and became quite composed before the tea-drinking was over. Return to Original English Version

annoyance /əˈnɔɪəns/ — irritação; aborrecimento. Intent upon this innocent amusement, Noah put his feet on the table-cloth; and pulled Oliver’s hair; and twitched his ears; and expressed his opinion that he was a “sneak”; and furthermore announced his intention of coming to see him hanged, whenever that desirable event should take place; and entered upon various topics of petty annoyance, like a malicious and ill-conditioned charity-boy as he was. Return to Original English Version

anon /əˈnɑːn/ — logo; em seguida (arcaico). He only cried bitterly all day; and, when the long, dismal night came on, spread his little hands before his eyes to shut out the darkness, and crouching in the corner, tried to sleep: ever and anon waking with a start and tremble, and drawing himself closer and closer to the wall, as if to feel even its cold hard surface were a protection in the gloom and loneliness which surrounded him. Return to Original English Version

ante /ˈænti/ — ante- (antes de). Get downstairs, little bag o’ bones.” With this, the undertaker’s wife opened a side door, and pushed Oliver down a steep flight of stairs into a stone cell, damp and dark: forming the ante-room to the coal-cellar, and denominated “kitchen”; wherein sat a slatternly girl, in shoes down at heel, and blue worsted stockings very much out of repair. Return to Original English Version

antimonial /ˌæntɪˈmoʊniəl/ — antimonial; medicamento à base de antimônio. “Antimonial, Mr. Sowerberry!” Return to Original English Version

aperture /ˈæpərtʃər/ — abertura; fresta. Some houses which had become insecure from age and decay, were prevented from falling into the street, by huge beams of wood reared against the walls, and firmly planted in the road; but even these crazy dens seemed to have been selected as the nightly haunts of some houseless wretches, for many of the rough boards which supplied the place of door and window, were wrenched from their positions, to afford an aperture wide enough for the passage of a human body. Return to Original English Version

apparition /ˌæpəˈrɪʃən/ — aparição; espectro. Be this as it may, however, it _was_ his ninth birthday; and he was keeping it in the coal-cellar with a select party of two other young gentleman, who, after participating with him in a sound thrashing, had been locked up for atrociously presuming to be hungry, when Mrs. Mann, the good lady of the house, was unexpectedly startled by the apparition of Mr. Bumble, the beadle, striving to undo the wicket of the garden-gate. Return to Original English Version

appendage /əˈpendɪdʒ/ — apêndice; parte acessória. The result was, that, after a few struggles, Oliver breathed, sneezed, and proceeded to advertise to the inmates of the workhouse the fact of a new burden having been imposed upon the parish, by setting up as loud a cry as could reasonably have been expected from a male infant who had not been possessed of that very useful appendage, a voice, for a much longer space of time than three minutes and a quarter. Return to Original English Version

appetites /ˈæpɪtaɪts/ — apetites. Boys have generally excellent appetites. Return to Original English Version

apprenticed /əˈprentɪst/ — colocado como aprendiz; em aprendizado. On their way to the magistrate, Mr. Bumble instructed Oliver that all he would have to do, would be to look very happy, and say, when the gentleman asked him if he wanted to be apprenticed, that he should like it very much indeed; both of which injunctions Oliver promised to obey: the rather as Mr. Bumble threw in a gentle hint, that if he failed in either particular, there was no telling what would be done to him. Return to Original English Version

appropriated /əˈproʊprieɪtɪd/ — apropriou-se de; destinou. So, she appropriated the greater part of the weekly stipend to her own use, and consigned the rising parochial generation to even a shorter allowance than was originally provided for them. Return to Original English Version

aright /əˈraɪt/ — corretamente; devidamente, arcaico. “I beg your worship’s pardon,” said Mr. Bumble, incredulous of having heard aright. Return to Original English Version

arithmetical /ˌærɪθˈmɛtɪkəl/ — aritmético; relativo a cálculos. Mr. Gamfield’s most sanguine estimate of his finances could not raise them within full five pounds of the desired amount; and, in a species of arithmetical desperation, he was alternately cudgelling his brains and his donkey, when passing the workhouse, his eyes encountered the bill on the gate. Return to Original English Version

arrears /əˈrɪrz/ — atrasados; dívidas vencidas. It chanced one morning, while Oliver’s affairs were in this auspicious and comfortable state, that Mr. Gamfield, chimney-sweep, went his way down the High Street, deeply cogitating in his mind his ways and means of paying certain arrears of rent, for which his landlord had become rather pressing. Return to Original English Version

articulated /ɑːrˈtɪkjuleɪtɪd/ — articulou; articulado. As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, “Let me see the child, and die.” Return to Original English Version

ascended /əˈsendɪd/ — subiu; ascendeu. Oliver, groping his way with one hand, and having the other firmly grasped by his companion, ascended with much difficulty the dark and broken stairs: which his conductor mounted with an ease and expedition that showed he was well acquainted with them. Return to Original English Version

ashy /ˈæʃi/ — acinzentado; pálido como cinza. “He has likewise attempted, sir, to murder the female servant,” said Mr. Bumble, with a face of ashy paleness. Return to Original English Version

assent /əˈsɛnt/ — assentimento; anuência. Perhaps these were reasons for the old gentleman’s giving his assent; but, whether they were or no, he told Oliver he might go, and placed him under the joint guardianship of Charley Bates, and his friend the Dodger. Return to Original English Version

assiduously /əˈsɪdʒuəsli/ — assiduamente; sem parar. The boys polished them with their spoons till they shone again; and when they had performed this operation (which never took very long, the spoons being nearly as large as the bowls), they would sit staring at the copper, with such eager eyes, as if they could have devoured the very bricks of which it was composed; employing themselves, meanwhile, in sucking their fingers most assiduously, with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon. Return to Original English Version

assuredly /əˈʃʊrɪdli/ — certamente; sem dúvida. In fact, if it had not been for a good-hearted turnpike-man, and a benevolent old lady, Oliver’s troubles would have been shortened by the very same process which had put an end to his mother’s; in other words, he would most assuredly have fallen dead upon the king’s highway. Return to Original English Version

astonished /əˈstɑːnɪʃt/ — espantado; surpreso. Noah stopped to make no reply, but started off at his fullest speed; and very much it astonished the people who were out walking, to see a charity-boy tearing through the streets pell-mell, with no cap on his head, and a clasp-knife at his eye. Return to Original English Version

astonishment /əˈstɑːnɪʃmənt/ — espanto; assombro. Mrs. Mann raised her hands in astonishment; but added, after a moment’s reflection, “How comes he to have any name at all, then?” Return to Original English Version

astounded /əˈstaʊndɪd/ — pasmado; estupefato. Not having a very clearly defined notion of what a live board was, Oliver was rather astounded by this intelligence, and was not quite certain whether he ought to laugh or cry. Return to Original English Version

asunder /əˈsʌndər/ — em pedaços; ao meio. I wish he could have witnessed the horrible avidity with which Oliver tore the bits asunder with all the ferocity of famine. Return to Original English Version

atrociously /əˈtroʊʃəsli/ — atrozmente; terrivelmente. Be this as it may, however, it _was_ his ninth birthday; and he was keeping it in the coal-cellar with a select party of two other young gentleman, who, after participating with him in a sound thrashing, had been locked up for atrociously presuming to be hungry, when Mrs. Mann, the good lady of the house, was unexpectedly startled by the apparition of Mr. Bumble, the beadle, striving to undo the wicket of the garden-gate. Return to Original English Version

atrocity /əˈtrɑːsəti/ — atrocidade. As the atrocity presented itself to Mr. Bumble’s mind in full force, he struck the counter sharply with his cane, and became flushed with indignation. Return to Original English Version

attaching /əˈtætʃɪŋ/ — prendendo; anexando; atribuindo. It appears, at first sight not unreasonable to suppose, that, if he had entertained a becoming feeling of respect for the prediction of the gentleman in the white waistcoat, he would have established that sage individual’s prophetic character, once and for ever, by tying one end of his pocket-handkerchief to a hook in the wall, and attaching himself to the other. Return to Original English Version

attired /əˈtaɪərd/ — trajado; vestido. Mr. Sowerberry was a tall gaunt, large-jointed man, attired in a suit of threadbare black, with darned cotton stockings of the same colour, and shoes to answer. Return to Original English Version

audacious /ɔːˈdeɪʃəs/ — audacioso; atrevido. I felt a strange presentiment from the very first, that that audacious young savage would come to be hung!” Return to Original English Version

audible /ˈɔːdəbəl/ — audível. The board then proceeded to converse among themselves for a few minutes, but in so low a tone, that the words “saving of expenditure,” “looked well in the accounts,” “have a printed report published,” were alone audible. Return to Original English Version

auguries /ˈɔːɡjəriz/ — augúrios; presságios. “Well,” said the undertaker’s wife, when Oliver had finished his supper: which she had regarded in silent horror, and with fearful auguries of his future appetite: “have you done?” Return to Original English Version

aunts /ænts/ — tias. Now, if, during this brief period, Oliver had been surrounded by careful grandmothers, anxious aunts, experienced nurses, and doctors of profound wisdom, he would most inevitably and indubitably have been killed in no time. Return to Original English Version

auspicious /ɔːˈspɪʃəs/ — auspicioso; de bom agouro. It chanced one morning, while Oliver’s affairs were in this auspicious and comfortable state, that Mr. Gamfield, chimney-sweep, went his way down the High Street, deeply cogitating in his mind his ways and means of paying certain arrears of rent, for which his landlord had become rather pressing. Return to Original English Version

availed /əˈveɪld/ — valeu-se de; aproveitou. Having availed himself of the expiring light of the candle to tie up in a handkerchief the few articles of wearing apparel he had, sat himself down upon a bench, to wait for morning. Return to Original English Version

avidity /əˈvɪdəti/ — avidez. I wish he could have witnessed the horrible avidity with which Oliver tore the bits asunder with all the ferocity of famine. Return to Original English Version

avowed /əˈvaʊd/ — declarado; confesso. Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Return to Original English Version

awakens /əˈweɪkənz/ — desperta; suscita; reaviva. Mr. Bumble walked on with long strides; little Oliver, firmly grasping his gold-laced cuff, trotted beside him, inquiring at the end of every quarter of a mile whether they were “nearly there.” To these interrogations Mr. Bumble returned very brief and snappish replies; for the temporary blandness which gin-and-water awakens in some bosoms had by this time evaporated; and he was once again a beadle. Return to Original English Version

aweer /əˈwɪər/ — ciente. Are you aweer, Mrs. Mann, that you are, as I may say, a porochial delegate, and a stipendiary?” Return to Original English Version

bade /beɪd/ — ordenou; pediu; despediu-se. Mr. Bumble regarded Oliver’s piteous and helpless look, with some astonishment, for a few seconds; hemmed three or four times in a husky manner; and after muttering something about “that troublesome cough,” bade Oliver dry his eyes and be a good boy. Return to Original English Version

badged /bædʒd/ — marcado; identificado. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none. Return to Original English Version

balustrade /ˌbæləˈstreɪd/ — balaustrada. This seemed to be some watchword or signal that all was right; for the light of a feeble candle gleamed on the wall at the remote end of the passage; and a man’s face peeped out, from where a balustrade of the old kitchen staircase had been broken away. Return to Original English Version

beak /biːk/ — bico; esporão, proa pontiaguda. But,” he added, noticing Oliver’s look of surprise, “I suppose you don’t know what a beak is, my flash com-pan-i-on.” Return to Original English Version

beak's /biːks/ — do juiz; do magistrado. Beak’s order, eh? Return to Original English Version

bed's /bedz/ — da cama. As the young woman spoke, he rose, and advancing to the bed’s head, said, with more kindness than might have been expected of him: Return to Original English Version

bedstead /ˈbɛdstɛd/ — armação de cama; catre. As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, “Let me see the child, and die.” Return to Original English Version

befall /bɪˈfɔːl/ — acontecer; suceder a. Although I am not disposed to maintain that being born in a workhouse, is in itself the most fortunate and enviable circumstance that can possibly befall a human being, I do mean to say that in this particular instance, it was the best thing for Oliver Twist that could by possibility have occurred. Return to Original English Version

beggar /ˈbɛɡər/ — mendigo. Wrapped in the blanket which had hitherto formed his only covering, he might have been the child of a nobleman or a beggar; it would have been hard for the haughtiest stranger to have assigned him his proper station in society. Return to Original English Version

beheld /bɪˈhɛld/ — viu; contemplou. All this was very pleasant and improving to see; and Oliver beheld it with great admiration. Return to Original English Version

benefactor /ˈbɛnəˌfæktər/ — benfeitor. Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Return to Original English Version

benevolent /bɪˈnɛvələnt/ — benevolente; bondoso. Oliver, having had by this time as much of the outer coat of dirt which encrusted his face and hands, removed, as could be scrubbed off in one washing, was led into the room by his benevolent protectress. Return to Original English Version

benignly /bɪˈnaɪnli/ — benignamente; bondosamente. “Certainly, my boy; certainly,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat: smiling benignly, and patting Noah’s head, which was about three inches higher than his own. Return to Original English Version

bestowal /bɪˈstoʊəl/ — concessão; entrega. The liberality of Mrs. Sowerberry to Oliver, had consisted of a profuse bestowal upon him of all the dirty odds and ends which nobody else would eat; so there was a great deal of meekness and self-devotion in her voluntarily remaining under Mr. Bumble’s heavy accusation, of which, to do her justice, she was wholly innocent, in thought, word, or deed. Return to Original English Version

bestowed /bɪˈstoʊd/ — concedeu; outorgou. Now, Mr. Bumble was a fat man, and a choleric; so, instead of responding to this open-hearted salutation in a kindred spirit, he gave the little wicket a tremendous shake, and then bestowed upon it a kick which could have emanated from no leg but a beadle’s. Return to Original English Version

bestowing /bɪˈstoʊɪŋ/ — concedendo; outorgando. Although Oliver had enough to occupy his attention in keeping sight of his leader, he could not help bestowing a few hasty glances on either side of the way, as he passed along. Return to Original English Version

bethinking /bɪˈθɪŋkɪŋ/ — refletindo; lembrando-se. “No, no,” said Mrs. Sowerberry: bethinking herself of Oliver’s old friend. Return to Original English Version

bethought /bɪˈθɔːt/ — lembrou-se; pôs-se a pensar (passado de bethink). His heart beat quickly when he bethought himself of this; and he half resolved to turn back. Return to Original English Version

betokened /bɪˈtoʊkənd/ — indicava; pressagiava. His step was elastic, and his face betokened inward pleasantry, as he advanced to Mr. Bumble, and shook him cordially by the hand. Return to Original English Version

betook /bɪˈtʊk/ — dirigiu-se; pôs-se a. And the cocked hat and cane having been, by this time, adjusted to their owner’s satisfaction, Mr. Bumble and Noah Claypole betook themselves with all speed to the undertaker’s shop. Return to Original English Version

bewailing /bɪˈweɪlɪŋ/ — lamentando. The crazy old woman was too much occupied in bewailing the loss of her cloak (which the undertaker had taken off), to pay him any attention; so they threw a can of cold water over him; and when he came to, saw him safely out of the churchyard, locked the gate, and departed on their different ways. Return to Original English Version

bier /bɪr/ — esquife; padiola funerária. So, they put the bier on the brink of the grave; and the two mourners waited patiently in the damp clay, with a cold rain drizzling down, while the ragged boys whom the spectacle had attracted into the churchyard played a noisy game at hide-and-seek among the tombstones, or varied their amusements by jumping backwards and forwards over the coffin. Return to Original English Version

biographer /baɪˈɒɡrəfər/ — biógrafo; biógrafa. That Oliver Twist was moved to resignation by the example of these good people, I cannot, although I am his biographer, undertake to affirm with any degree of confidence; but I can most distinctly say, that for many months he continued meekly to submit to the domination and ill-treatment of Noah Claypole: who used him far worse than before, now that his jealousy was roused by seeing the new boy promoted to the black stick and hat-band, while he, the old one, remained stationary in the muffin-cap and leathers. Return to Original English Version

bisness /ˈbɪznəs/ — negócio. “If the parish vould like him to learn a right pleasant trade, in a good ’spectable chimbley-sweepin’ bisness,” said Mr. Gamfield, “I wants a ’prentis, and I am ready to take him.” Return to Original English Version

blackin /ˈblækɪn/ — graxa de sapato. Good, strong, wholesome medicine, as was given with great success to two Irish labourers and a coal-heaver, only a week before - sent ’em for nothing, with a blackin’-bottle in, - and he sends back word that she shan’t take it, sir!” Return to Original English Version

blacking /ˈblækɪŋ/ — graxa preta. He had gone out to dinner; but his ’prentice (which is a very clever lad) sent ’em some medicine in a blacking-bottle, offhand.” Return to Original English Version

blandness /ˈblændnəs/ — suavidade; afabilidade; insipidez. Mr. Bumble walked on with long strides; little Oliver, firmly grasping his gold-laced cuff, trotted beside him, inquiring at the end of every quarter of a mile whether they were “nearly there.” To these interrogations Mr. Bumble returned very brief and snappish replies; for the temporary blandness which gin-and-water awakens in some bosoms had by this time evaporated; and he was once again a beadle. Return to Original English Version

bleak /bliːk/ — desolado; inóspito; sombrio. Another night passed in the bleak damp air, made him worse; when he set forward on his journey next morning he could hardly crawl along. Return to Original English Version

blight /blaɪt/ — praga; flagelo; deterioração. The sole places that seemed to prosper amid the general blight of the place, were the public-houses; and in them, the lowest orders of Irish were wrangling with might and main. Return to Original English Version

bloodshot /ˈblʌdʃɑːt/ — injetado de sangue; avermelhado. The man’s face was thin and very pale; his hair and beard were grizzly; his eyes were bloodshot. Return to Original English Version

blubbered /ˈblʌbərd/ — choramingou; soluçou. “He’ll murder me!” blubbered Noah. Return to Original English Version

bluchers /ˈbluːtʃərz/ — sapatos Blücher; botinas de amarrar. He was, altogether, as roystering and swaggering a young gentleman as ever stood four feet six, or something less, in the bluchers. Return to Original English Version

boisterous /ˈbɔɪstərəs/ — barulhento; turbulento. The latter part of this speech, was hailed by a boisterous shout from all the hopeful pupils of the merry old gentleman. Return to Original English Version

bolted /ˈboʊltɪd/ — disparou; trancou com ferrolho; engoliu depressa. That I should have forgotten that the gate was bolted on the inside, on account of them dear children! Return to Original English Version

bondage /ˈbɑːndɪdʒ/ — escravidão; servidão; cativeiro. In pursuance of this determination, little Oliver, to his excessive astonishment, was released from bondage, and ordered to put himself into a clean shirt. Return to Original English Version

bony /ˈboʊni/ — ossuda; magra; esquelética. Withdrawing his other hand from Mr. Bumble’s he covered his face with both; and wept until the tears sprung out from between his chin and bony fingers. Return to Original English Version

bosoms /ˈbʊzəmz/ — peitos; seios. Mr. Bumble walked on with long strides; little Oliver, firmly grasping his gold-laced cuff, trotted beside him, inquiring at the end of every quarter of a mile whether they were “nearly there.” To these interrogations Mr. Bumble returned very brief and snappish replies; for the temporary blandness which gin-and-water awakens in some bosoms had by this time evaporated; and he was once again a beadle. Return to Original English Version

bounding /ˈbaʊndɪŋ/ — saltando; pulando; correndo aos saltos. At such time, a mortal knows just enough of what his mind is doing, to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers, its bounding from earth and spurning time and space, when freed from the restraint of its corporeal associate. Return to Original English Version

bran /bræn/ — farelo. Assisting Oliver to rise, the young gentleman took him to an adjacent chandler’s shop, where he purchased a sufficiency of ready-dressed ham and a half-quartern loaf, or, as he himself expressed it, “a fourpenny bran!” the ham being kept clean and preserved from dust, by the ingenious expedient of making a hole in the loaf by pulling out a portion of the crumb, and stuffing it therein. Return to Original English Version

brats /bræts/ — pirralhos; crianças malcriadas. “(Susan, take Oliver and them two brats upstairs, and wash ’em directly.) - My heart alive! Return to Original English Version

breeches /ˈbrɪtʃɪz/ — calções; bombachas. For some time, Mr. Bumble drew Oliver along, without notice or remark; for the beadle carried his head very erect, as a beadle always should: and, it being a windy day, little Oliver was completely enshrouded by the skirts of Mr. Bumble’s coat as they blew open, and disclosed to great advantage his flapped waistcoat and drab plush knee-breeches. Return to Original English Version

bridewell /ˈbraɪdwɛl/ — cadeia; casa de correção. “And it’s a great deal better, Work’us, that she died when she did, or else she’d have been hard labouring in Bridewell, or transported, or hung; which is more likely than either, isn’t it?” Return to Original English Version

briefest /ˈbriːfəst/ — o mais breve. As the Jew uttered these words, his bright dark eyes, which had been staring vacantly before him, fell on Oliver’s face; the boy’s eyes were fixed on his in mute curiousity; and although the recognition was only for an instant - for the briefest space of time that can possibly be conceived - it was enough to show the old man that he had been observed. Return to Original English Version

briskly /ˈbrɪskli/ — rapidamente; com energia; a passo firme. Although Oliver did as he was desired, at once; and passed the back of his unoccupied hand briskly across his eyes, he left a tear in them when he looked up at his conductor. Return to Original English Version

browed /braʊd/ — de fronte (baixa, alta). He was a snub-nosed, flat-browed, common-faced boy enough; and as dirty a juvenile as one would wish to see; but he had about him all the airs and manners of a man. Return to Original English Version

buffeted /ˈbʌfɪtɪd/ — fustigado; sacudido. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none. Return to Original English Version

calico /ˈkælɪkoʊ/ — chita; algodão estampado. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none. Return to Original English Version

captivating /ˈkæptɪveɪtɪŋ/ — cativante. “Now don’t you be offended at what I’m a going to say,” observed Mrs. Mann, with captivating sweetness. Return to Original English Version

cautiously /ˈkɔːʃəsli/ — cautelosamente. There was neither knocker nor bell-handle at the open door where Oliver and his master stopped; so, groping his way cautiously through the dark passage, and bidding Oliver keep close to him and not be afraid, the undertaker mounted to the top of the first flight of stairs. Return to Original English Version

cessation /seˈseɪʃən/ — cessação; interrupção. Mr. Sowerberry was much tickled at this: as of course he ought to be; and laughed a long time without cessation. Return to Original English Version

chafed /tʃeɪft/ — irritou; roçou; incomodou. They chafed her breast, hands, and temples; but the blood had stopped forever. Return to Original English Version

chanced /tʃænst/ — aconteceu por acaso; calhou de. It chanced one morning, while Oliver’s affairs were in this auspicious and comfortable state, that Mr. Gamfield, chimney-sweep, went his way down the High Street, deeply cogitating in his mind his ways and means of paying certain arrears of rent, for which his landlord had become rather pressing. Return to Original English Version

chandler's /ˈtʃændlərz/ — do fornecedor de navios. Assisting Oliver to rise, the young gentleman took him to an adjacent chandler’s shop, where he purchased a sufficiency of ready-dressed ham and a half-quartern loaf, or, as he himself expressed it, “a fourpenny bran!” the ham being kept clean and preserved from dust, by the ingenious expedient of making a hole in the loaf by pulling out a portion of the crumb, and stuffing it therein. Return to Original English Version

char /tʃɑːr/ — carvão; carbonizar. Char - lotte!” Return to Original English Version

chattered /ˈtʃætərd/ — tagarelou; matraqueou. Crimson with fury, Oliver started up; overthrew the chair and table; seized Noah by the throat; shook him, in the violence of his rage, till his teeth chattered in his head; and collecting his whole force into one heavy blow, felled him to the ground. Return to Original English Version

childishness /ˈtʃaɪldɪʃnəs/ — infantilidade; puerilidade. There was a still greater obstacle in Oliver’s youth and childishness. Return to Original English Version

chilled /tʃɪld/ — gelado; enregelado; resfriado. He was alone in a strange place; and we all know how chilled and desolate the best of us will sometimes feel in such a situation. Return to Original English Version

chimbley /ˈtʃɪmbli/ — chaminé. “If the parish vould like him to learn a right pleasant trade, in a good ’spectable chimbley-sweepin’ bisness,” said Mr. Gamfield, “I wants a ’prentis, and I am ready to take him.” Return to Original English Version

choleric /ˈkɑːlərɪk/ — colérico; irascível. Now, Mr. Bumble was a fat man, and a choleric; so, instead of responding to this open-hearted salutation in a kindred spirit, he gave the little wicket a tremendous shake, and then bestowed upon it a kick which could have emanated from no leg but a beadle’s. Return to Original English Version

chuckled /ˈtʃʌkəld/ — riu baixinho. As the wretched creature mumbled and chuckled in her hideous merriment, the undertaker turned to go away. Return to Original English Version

churchwarden /ˈtʃɜːrtʃwɔːrdən/ — administrador paroquial; guardião da igreja. Although this invitation was accompanied with a curtsey that might have softened the heart of a churchwarden, it by no means mollified the beadle. Return to Original English Version

churchwardens /ˈtʃɜːrtʃwɔːrdənz/ — administradores paroquiais; guardiões da igreja. If he could have known that he was an orphan, left to the tender mercies of churchwardens and overseers, perhaps he would have cried the louder. Return to Original English Version

circumference /sərˈkʌmfərəns/ — circunferência; perímetro. Oliver Twist’s ninth birthday found him a pale thin child, somewhat diminutive in stature, and decidedly small in circumference. Return to Original English Version

civilities /sɪˈvɪlətiz/ — cortesias; gentilezas. These civilities would probably be extended much farther, but for a liberal exercise of the Jew’s toasting-fork on the heads and shoulders of the affectionate youths who offered them. Return to Original English Version

clasp /klæsp/ — fecho; broche; apertar; abraçar. For a second or two, Oliver glanced up the street, and down the street, and over the way: impressed with the belief that the unknown, who had addressed him through the key-hole, had walked a few paces off, to warm himself; for nobody did he see but a big charity-boy, sitting on a post in front of the house, eating a slice of bread and butter: which he cut into wedges, the size of his mouth, with a clasp-knife, and then consumed with great dexterity. Return to Original English Version

clenching /ˈklentʃɪŋ/ — cerrando; apertando com força. “I tell you,” said the man: clenching his hands, and stamping furiously on the floor, - “I tell you I won’t have her put into the ground. Return to Original English Version

clinging /ˈklɪŋɪŋ/ — agarrando-se; aderente. “No, no, sir,” sobbed Oliver, clinging to the hand which held the well-known cane; “no, no, sir; I will be good indeed; indeed, indeed I will, sir! Return to Original English Version

closeted /ˈklɑːzɪtɪd/ — fechado em conversa reservada. Mr. Sowerberry was closeted with the board for five minutes; and it was arranged that Oliver should go to him that evening “upon liking” - a phrase which means, in the case of a parish apprentice, that if the master find, upon a short trial, that he can get enough work out of a boy without putting too much food into him, he shall have him for a term of years, to do what he likes with. Return to Original English Version

clung /klʌŋ/ — agarrava-se; apegava-se. He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to the copper. Return to Original English Version

clutching /ˈklʌtʃɪŋ/ — agarrando; apertando. I wish some well-fed philosopher, whose meat and drink turn to gall within him; whose blood is ice, whose heart is iron; could have seen Oliver Twist clutching at the dainty viands that the dog had neglected. Return to Original English Version

coarse /kɔːrs/ — áspero; grosseiro. Oliver, whose eyes had glistened at the mention of meat, and who was trembling with eagerness to devour it, replied in the negative; and a plateful of coarse broken victuals was set before him. Return to Original English Version

cogitating /ˈkɑːdʒəteɪtɪŋ/ — refletindo; meditando. It chanced one morning, while Oliver’s affairs were in this auspicious and comfortable state, that Mr. Gamfield, chimney-sweep, went his way down the High Street, deeply cogitating in his mind his ways and means of paying certain arrears of rent, for which his landlord had become rather pressing. Return to Original English Version

coldness /ˈkoʊldnəs/ — frieza. Spirits were produced, in consequence of one of the young ladies complaining of a coldness in her inside; and the conversation took a very convivial and improving turn. Return to Original English Version

commiseration /kəˌmɪzəˈreɪʃən/ — comiseração; compaixão. Noah, whose top waistcoat-button might have been somewhere on a level with the crown of Oliver’s head, rubbed his eyes with the inside of his wrists while this commiseration was bestowed upon him, and performed some affecting tears and sniffs. Return to Original English Version

compel /kəmˈpɛl/ — obrigar; forçar. “Oho!” said the board, looking very knowing; “we are the fellows to set this to rights; we’ll stop it all, in no time.” So, they established the rule, that all poor people should have the alternative (for they would compel nobody, not they), of being starved by a gradual process in the house, or by a quick one out of it. Return to Original English Version

complacently /kəmˈpleɪsəntli/ — satisfeito consigo; com ar contente. Mr. Bumble wiped from his forehead the perspiration which his walk had engendered, glanced complacently at the cocked hat, and smiled. Return to Original English Version

complimentary /ˌkɑːmplɪˈmentəri/ — elogioso; lisonjeiro; de cortesia. For the rest of the day, he was shut up in the back kitchen, in company with a pump and a slice of bread; and at night, Mrs. Sowerberry, after making various remarks outside the door, by no means complimentary to the memory of his mother, looked into the room, and, amidst the jeers and pointings of Noah and Charlotte, ordered him upstairs to his dismal bed. Return to Original English Version

compose /kəmˈpoʊz/ — compor; acalmar. “Compose yourself, Bumble, and answer me distinctly. Return to Original English Version

compromising /ˈkɑːmprəmaɪzɪŋ/ — comprometedor. Mrs. Sowerberry, who had a good deal of taste in the undertaking way, was much struck by the novelty of this idea; but, as it would have been compromising her dignity to have said so, under existing circumstances, she merely inquired, with much sharpness, why such an obvious suggestion had not presented itself to her husband’s mind before? Return to Original English Version

conceiving /kənˈsiːvɪŋ/ — concebendo; imaginando. When Noah saw that the intelligence he communicated perfectly paralysed Mr. Bumble, he imparted additional effect thereunto, by bewailing his dreadful wounds ten times louder than before; and when he observed a gentleman in a white waistcoat crossing the yard, he was more tragic in his lamentations than ever: rightly conceiving it highly expedient to attract the notice, and rouse the indignation, of the gentleman aforesaid. Return to Original English Version

concise /kənˈsaɪs/ — conciso. For a long time after it was ushered into this world of sorrow and trouble, by the parish surgeon, it remained a matter of considerable doubt whether the child would survive to bear any name at all; in which case it is somewhat more than probable that these memoirs would never have appeared; or, if they had, that being comprised within a couple of pages, they would have possessed the inestimable merit of being the most concise and faithful specimen of biography, extant in the literature of any age or country. Return to Original English Version

conclave /ˈkɑːnkleɪv/ — conclave; reunião secreta. The board were sitting in solemn conclave, when Mr. Bumble rushed into the room in great excitement, and addressing the gentleman in the high chair, said, Return to Original English Version

concurrent /kənˈkɜːrənt/ — simultâneo. The houses on either side were high and large, but very old, and tenanted by people of the poorest class: as their neglected appearance would have sufficiently denoted, without the concurrent testimony afforded by the squalid looks of the few men and women who, with folded arms and bodies half doubled, occasionally skulked along. Return to Original English Version

condescended /ˌkɑːndɪˈsendɪd/ — dignou-se; condescendeu. Oliver, having taken down the shutters, and broken a pane of glass in his effort to stagger away beneath the weight of the first one to a small court at the side of the house in which they were kept during the day, was graciously assisted by Noah: who having consoled him with the assurance that “he’d catch it,” condescended to help him. Return to Original English Version

condescending /ˌkɑːndɪˈsɛndɪŋ/ — dignando-se; tendo a bondade de. “Ay, my man,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat, with a condescending smile. Return to Original English Version

confinement /kənˈfaɪnmənt/ — confinamento; parto. Oliver was ordered into instant confinement; and a bill was next morning pasted on the outside of the gate, offering a reward of five pounds to anybody who would take Oliver Twist off the hands of the parish. Return to Original English Version

consigned /kənˈsaɪnd/ — entregue; destinado. So, she appropriated the greater part of the weekly stipend to her own use, and consigned the rising parochial generation to even a shorter allowance than was originally provided for them. Return to Original English Version

consolatory /kənˈsɑːlətɔːri/ — consolador; que conforta. Apparently this consolatory perspective of a mother’s prospects failed in producing its due effect. Return to Original English Version

consoled /kənˈsoʊld/ — consolou; confortou. Oliver, having taken down the shutters, and broken a pane of glass in his effort to stagger away beneath the weight of the first one to a small court at the side of the house in which they were kept during the day, was graciously assisted by Noah: who having consoled him with the assurance that “he’d catch it,” condescended to help him. Return to Original English Version

construed /kənˈstruːd/ — interpretou. Mr. Sowerberry rightly construed this, as an acquiescence in his proposition; it was speedily determined, therefore, that Oliver should be at once initiated into the mysteries of the trade; and, with this view, that he should accompany his master on the very next occasion of his services being required. Return to Original English Version

contemplation /ˌkɑːntəmˈpleɪʃən/ — contemplação; meditação. This affords charming food for contemplation. Return to Original English Version

contemptuously /kənˈtɛmptʃuəsli/ — com desdém; desdenhosamente. “They haven’t no more philosophy nor political economy about ’em than that,” said the beadle, snapping his fingers contemptuously. Return to Original English Version

contented /kənˈtɛntɪd/ — satisfeito; contentou-se. And so far from being denied the advantages of religious consolation, he was kicked into the same apartment every evening at prayer-time, and there permitted to listen to, and console his mind with, a general supplication of the boys, containing a special clause, therein inserted by authority of the board, in which they entreated to be made good, virtuous, contented, and obedient, and to be guarded from the sins and vices of Oliver Twist: whom the supplication distinctly set forth to be under the exclusive patronage and protection of the powers of wickedness, and an article direct from the manufactory of the very Devil himself. Return to Original English Version

contradictory /ˌkɒntrəˈdɪktəri/ — contraditório. Oliver stared innocently in Mr. Bumble’s face at this somewhat contradictory style of address; but that gentleman prevented his offering any remark thereupon, by leading him at once into an adjoining room: the door of which was open. Return to Original English Version

contrived /kənˈtraɪvd/ — deu um jeito de; forjado; artificioso. Unfortunately for the experimental philosophy of the female to whose protecting care Oliver Twist was delivered over, a similar result usually attended the operation of _her_ system; for at the very moment when the child had contrived to exist upon the smallest possible portion of the weakest possible food, it did perversely happen in eight and a half cases out of ten, either that it sickened from want and cold, or fell into the fire from neglect, or got half-smothered by accident; in any one of which cases, the miserable little being was usually summoned into another world, and there gathered to the fathers it had never known in this. Return to Original English Version

controverted /ˈkɒntrəvɜːrtɪd/ — contestou; contestado. Nobody controverted the prophetic gentleman’s opinion. Return to Original English Version

converse /kənˈvɜːrs/ — conversar; falar. The board then proceeded to converse among themselves for a few minutes, but in so low a tone, that the words “saving of expenditure,” “looked well in the accounts,” “have a printed report published,” were alone audible. Return to Original English Version

conversing /kənˈvɜːrsɪŋ/ — conversando. For instance; when Sowerberry had an order for the burial of some rich old lady or gentleman, who was surrounded by a great number of nephews and nieces, who had been perfectly inconsolable during the previous illness, and whose grief had been wholly irrepressible even on the most public occasions, they would be as happy among themselves as need be - quite cheerful and contented - conversing together with as much freedom and gaiety, as if nothing whatever had happened to disturb them. Return to Original English Version

conveyed /kənˈveɪd/ — transmitiu; deu a entender. Mr. Bumble, was at once instructed that Oliver Twist and his indentures were to be conveyed before the magistrate, for signature and approval, that very afternoon. Return to Original English Version

convivial /kənˈvɪviəl/ — jovial; de festa; folgazão. Spirits were produced, in consequence of one of the young ladies complaining of a coldness in her inside; and the conversation took a very convivial and improving turn. Return to Original English Version

cook's /ˈkʊks/ — do cozinheiro; da cozinheira. The master, in his cook’s uniform, stationed himself at the copper; his pauper assistants ranged themselves behind him; the gruel was served out; and a long grace was said over the short commons. Return to Original English Version

coolly /ˈkuːlli/ — friamente; com calma; com indiferença. “A regular right-down bad ’un, Work’us,” replied Noah, coolly. Return to Original English Version

coppice /ˈkɑːpɪs/ — bosque manejado; mata jovem. They crossed from the Angel into St. John’s Road; struck down the small street which terminates at Sadler’s Wells Theatre; through Exmouth Street and Coppice Row; down the little court by the side of the workhouse; across the classic ground which once bore the name of Hockley-in-the-Hole; thence into Little Saffron Hill; and so into Saffron Hill the Great: along which the Dodger scudded at a rapid pace, directing Oliver to follow close at his heels. Return to Original English Version

cordially /ˈkɔːrdʒəli/ — cordialmente. His step was elastic, and his face betokened inward pleasantry, as he advanced to Mr. Bumble, and shook him cordially by the hand. Return to Original English Version

corduroy /ˈkɔːrdərɔɪ/ — veludo cotelê. He had turned the cuffs back, half-way up his arm, to get his hands out of the sleeves: apparently with the ultimate view of thrusting them into the pockets of his corduroy trousers; for there he kept them. Return to Original English Version

corporeal /kɔːrˈpɔːriəl/ — corpóreo; material. At such time, a mortal knows just enough of what his mind is doing, to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers, its bounding from earth and spurning time and space, when freed from the restraint of its corporeal associate. Return to Original English Version

corpulent /ˈkɔːrpjələnt/ — corpulento; obeso. “For a coffin first, and a porochial funeral afterwards,” replied Mr. Bumble, fastening the strap of the leathern pocket-book: which, like himself, was very corpulent. Return to Original English Version

countenance /ˈkaʊntənəns/ — semblante; rosto; compostura. Oliver was about to say that he would go along with anybody with great readiness, when, glancing upward, he caught sight of Mrs. Mann, who had got behind the beadle’s chair, and was shaking her fist at him with a furious countenance. Return to Original English Version

coverlet /ˈkʌvərlət/ — colcha. As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, “Let me see the child, and die.” Return to Original English Version

covey /ˈkʌvi/ — bando; grupo apertado. “Hullo, my covey! Return to Original English Version

cravat /krəˈvæt/ — gravata antiga; lenço de pescoço. Having unloosened the cravat of the man who still remained extended on the ground, she tottered towards the undertaker. Return to Original English Version

crevices /ˈkrevɪsɪz/ — fendas; frestas. With the first ray of light that struggled through the crevices in the shutters, Oliver arose, and again unbarred the door. Return to Original English Version

crouching /ˈkraʊtʃɪŋ/ — agachado; encolhido. He only cried bitterly all day; and, when the long, dismal night came on, spread his little hands before his eyes to shut out the darkness, and crouching in the corner, tried to sleep: ever and anon waking with a start and tremble, and drawing himself closer and closer to the wall, as if to feel even its cold hard surface were a protection in the gloom and loneliness which surrounded him. Return to Original English Version

crumb /krʌm/ — migalha. Assisting Oliver to rise, the young gentleman took him to an adjacent chandler’s shop, where he purchased a sufficiency of ready-dressed ham and a half-quartern loaf, or, as he himself expressed it, “a fourpenny bran!” the ham being kept clean and preserved from dust, by the ingenious expedient of making a hole in the loaf by pulling out a portion of the crumb, and stuffing it therein. Return to Original English Version

cudgelling /ˈkʌdʒəlɪŋ/ — espancando com um porrete; espancamento. Mr. Gamfield’s most sanguine estimate of his finances could not raise them within full five pounds of the desired amount; and, in a species of arithmetical desperation, he was alternately cudgelling his brains and his donkey, when passing the workhouse, his eyes encountered the bill on the gate. Return to Original English Version

cuffed /kʌft/ — algemou; golpeou. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none. Return to Original English Version

cuffs /kʌfs/ — punhos de manga; algemas; tapas. Wipe your eyes with the cuffs of your jacket, and don’t cry into your gruel; that’s a very foolish action, Oliver.” It certainly was, for there was quite enough water in it already. Return to Original English Version

culprits /ˈkʌlprɪts/ — culpados. Upon this, the parish authorities magnanimously and humanely resolved, that Oliver should be “farmed,” or, in other words, that he should be dispatched to a branch-workhouse some three miles off, where twenty or thirty other juvenile offenders against the poor-laws, rolled about the floor all day, without the inconvenience of too much food or too much clothing, under the parental superintendence of an elderly female, who received the culprits at and for the consideration of sevenpence-halfpenny per small head per week. Return to Original English Version

cultivate /ˈkʌltɪveɪt/ — cultivar. Under this impression, he secretly resolved to cultivate the good opinion of the old gentleman as quickly as possible; and, if he found the Dodger incorrigible, as he more than half suspected he should, to decline the honour of his farther acquaintance. Return to Original English Version

cur /kɜːr/ — vira-lata; canalha. The gentleman’s notice was very soon attracted; for he had not walked three paces, when he turned angrily round, and inquired what that young cur was howling for, and why Mr. Bumble did not favour him with something which would render the series of vocular exclamations so designated, an involuntary process? Return to Original English Version

curiousity /kjʊriˈɒsɪti/ — curiosidade. As the Jew uttered these words, his bright dark eyes, which had been staring vacantly before him, fell on Oliver’s face; the boy’s eyes were fixed on his in mute curiousity; and although the recognition was only for an instant - for the briefest space of time that can possibly be conceived - it was enough to show the old man that he had been observed. Return to Original English Version

curtsey /ˈkɜːrtsi/ — reverência; fazer uma reverência. Although this invitation was accompanied with a curtsey that might have softened the heart of a churchwarden, it by no means mollified the beadle. Return to Original English Version

daffy /ˈdæfi/ — amalucado. “Why, it’s what I’m obliged to keep a little of in the house, to put into the blessed infants’ Daffy, when they ain’t well, Mr. Bumble,” replied Mrs. Mann as she opened a corner cupboard, and took down a bottle and glass. Return to Original English Version

dainty /ˈdeɪnti/ — delicado. I dare say the boy isn’t too dainty to eat ’em - are you, boy?” Return to Original English Version

damped /dæmpt/ — umedecido; abafado; atenuado. “That’s acause they damped the straw afore they lit it in the chimbley to make ’em come down again,” said Gamfield; “that’s all smoke, and no blaze; vereas smoke ain’t o’ no use at all in making a boy come down, for it only sinds him to sleep, and that’s wot he likes. Return to Original English Version

darned /dɑːrnd/ — maldito (eufemismo). Mr. Sowerberry was a tall gaunt, large-jointed man, attired in a suit of threadbare black, with darned cotton stockings of the same colour, and shoes to answer. Return to Original English Version

darting /ˈdɑːrtɪŋ/ — disparando; lançando; movendo-se rapidamente. “Well!” exclaimed Mr. Bumble, stopping short, and darting at his little charge a look of intense malignity. Return to Original English Version

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daunted /ˈdɔːntɪd/ — intimidado; desanimado. When they were all wearied out, and could tear and beat no longer, they dragged Oliver, struggling and shouting, but nothing daunted, into the dust-cellar, and there locked him up. Return to Original English Version

decidedly /dɪˈsaɪdɪdli/ — decididamente. The fact is, that there was considerable difficulty in inducing Oliver to take upon himself the office of respiration, - a troublesome practice, but one which custom has rendered necessary to our easy existence; and for some time he lay gasping on a little flock mattress, rather unequally poised between this world and the next: the balance being decidedly in favour of the latter. Return to Original English Version

deferential /ˌdɛfəˈrɛnʃəl/ — deferente; respeitoso. Mr. and Mrs. Sowerberry - the shop being shut up - were taking their supper in the little back-parlour, when Mr. Sowerberry, after several deferential glances at his wife, said, Return to Original English Version

deferentially /ˌdɛfəˈrɛnʃəli/ — com deferência; respeitosamente. “My dear,” said Mr. Sowerberry, deferentially, “this is the boy from the workhouse that I told you of.” Oliver bowed again. Return to Original English Version

defied /dɪˈfaɪd/ — desafiava. His breast heaved; his attitude was erect; his eye bright and vivid; his whole person changed, as he stood glaring over the cowardly tormentor who now lay crouching at his feet; and defied him with an energy he had never known before. Return to Original English Version

dejected /dɪˈdʒektɪd/ — abatido; desanimado. A minute ago, the boy had looked the quiet child, mild, dejected creature that harsh treatment had made him. Return to Original English Version

deliberation /dɪˌlɪbəˈreɪʃən/ — deliberação. “You needn’t mind sending up to me, if the child cries, nurse,” said the surgeon, putting on his gloves with great deliberation. Return to Original English Version

demeanour /dɪˈmiːnər/ — comportamento; porte. As Oliver accompanied his master in most of his adult expeditions too, in order that he might acquire that equanimity of demeanour and full command of nerve which was essential to a finished undertaker, he had many opportunities of observing the beautiful resignation and fortitude with which some strong-minded people bear their trials and losses. Return to Original English Version

denominated /dɪˈnɑːmɪneɪtɪd/ — denominado; chamado de. Get downstairs, little bag o’ bones.” With this, the undertaker’s wife opened a side door, and pushed Oliver down a steep flight of stairs into a stone cell, damp and dark: forming the ante-room to the coal-cellar, and denominated “kitchen”; wherein sat a slatternly girl, in shoes down at heel, and blue worsted stockings very much out of repair. Return to Original English Version

denoted /dɪˈnoʊtɪd/ — indicou; denotado. The houses on either side were high and large, but very old, and tenanted by people of the poorest class: as their neglected appearance would have sufficiently denoted, without the concurrent testimony afforded by the squalid looks of the few men and women who, with folded arms and bodies half doubled, occasionally skulked along. Return to Original English Version

densely /ˈdensli/ — densamente. They walked on, for some time, through the most crowded and densely inhabited part of the town; and then, striking down a narrow street more dirty and miserable than any they had yet passed through, paused to look for the house which was the object of their search. Return to Original English Version

depositing /dɪˈpɑːzɪtɪŋ/ — depositando; pousando. “Lor bless her dear heart, no!” interposed the nurse, hastily depositing in her pocket a green glass bottle, the contents of which she had been tasting in a corner with evident satisfaction. Return to Original English Version

desisted /dɪˈzɪstɪd/ — desistiu; cessou. When he began to undo the chain, the legs desisted, and a voice began. Return to Original English Version

desolate /ˈdɛsələt/ — desolado; ermo. He was alone in a strange place; and we all know how chilled and desolate the best of us will sometimes feel in such a situation. Return to Original English Version

desolation /ˌdesəˈleɪʃən/ — desolação; devastação; solidão. The sun was rising in all its splendid beauty; but the light only served to show the boy his own lonesomeness and desolation, as he sat, with bleeding feet and covered with dust, upon a door-step. Return to Original English Version

despairing /dɪˈspɛrɪŋ/ — desesperado; de desespero. At length he put it down, as if despairing of success; and, leaning back in his chair, muttered: Return to Original English Version

despatched /dɪˈspætʃt/ — despachou; mandou embora. Mr. Bumble had been despatched to make various preliminary inquiries, with the view of finding out some captain or other who wanted a cabin-boy without any friends; and was returning to the workhouse to communicate the result of his mission; when he encountered at the gate, no less a person than Mr. Sowerberry, the parochial undertaker. Return to Original English Version

despised /dɪˈspaɪzd/ — desprezava. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none. Return to Original English Version

destitute /ˈdestɪtuːt/ — indigente; desprovido de. The hungry and destitute situation of the infant orphan was duly reported by the workhouse authorities to the parish authorities. Return to Original English Version

devotional /dɪˈvoʊʃənəl/ — devocional; de devoção. But these impertinences were speedily checked by the evidence of the surgeon, and the testimony of the beadle; the former of whom had always opened the body and found nothing inside (which was very probable indeed), and the latter of whom invariably swore whatever the parish wanted; which was very self-devotional. Return to Original English Version

devour /dɪˈvaʊər/ — devorar. Oliver, whose eyes had glistened at the mention of meat, and who was trembling with eagerness to devour it, replied in the negative; and a plateful of coarse broken victuals was set before him. Return to Original English Version

devoured /dɪˈvaʊərd/ — devorado. The boys polished them with their spoons till they shone again; and when they had performed this operation (which never took very long, the spoons being nearly as large as the bowls), they would sit staring at the copper, with such eager eyes, as if they could have devoured the very bricks of which it was composed; employing themselves, meanwhile, in sucking their fingers most assiduously, with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon. Return to Original English Version

dexterity /dekˈsterəti/ — destreza; habilidade. For a second or two, Oliver glanced up the street, and down the street, and over the way: impressed with the belief that the unknown, who had addressed him through the key-hole, had walked a few paces off, to warm himself; for nobody did he see but a big charity-boy, sitting on a post in front of the house, eating a slice of bread and butter: which he cut into wedges, the size of his mouth, with a clasp-knife, and then consumed with great dexterity. Return to Original English Version

diem /ˈdiːɛm/ — dia. Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation for three months: at last they got so voracious and wild with hunger, that one boy, who was tall for his age, and hadn’t been used to that sort of thing (for his father had kept a small cook-shop), hinted darkly to his companions, that unless he had another basin of gruel _per diem_, he was afraid he might some night happen to eat the boy who slept next him, who happened to be a weakly youth of tender age. Return to Original English Version

diff'erence /ˈdɪfrəns/ — diferença. I’ll split the diff’erence, gen’l’men,” urged Gamfield. Return to Original English Version

dignitary /ˈdɪɡnɪteri/ — dignitário. He heard the news of his destination, in perfect silence; and, having had his luggage put into his hand - which was not very difficult to carry, inasmuch as it was all comprised within the limits of a brown paper parcel, about half a foot square by three inches deep - he pulled his cap over his eyes; and once more attaching himself to Mr. Bumble’s coat cuff, was led away by that dignitary to a new scene of suffering. Return to Original English Version

diminutive /dɪˈmɪnjətɪv/ — diminuto. Oliver Twist’s ninth birthday found him a pale thin child, somewhat diminutive in stature, and decidedly small in circumference. Return to Original English Version

dined /daɪnd/ — jantou. As for society, he was carried every other day into the hall where the boys dined, and there sociably flogged as a public warning and example. Return to Original English Version

discern /dɪˈsɜːrn/ — discernir; distinguir. But the magistrate was half blind and half childish, so he couldn’t reasonably be expected to discern what other people did. Return to Original English Version

disengaged /ˌdɪsɪnˈɡeɪdʒd/ — desprendeu; soltou; desocupado. Anything you like!” He disengaged himself from the old woman’s grasp; and, drawing Oliver after him, hurried away. Return to Original English Version

dismal /ˈdɪzməl/ — sombrio; desolador. He only cried bitterly all day; and, when the long, dismal night came on, spread his little hands before his eyes to shut out the darkness, and crouching in the corner, tried to sleep: ever and anon waking with a start and tremble, and drawing himself closer and closer to the wall, as if to feel even its cold hard surface were a protection in the gloom and loneliness which surrounded him. Return to Original English Version

dismally /ˈdɪzməli/ — tristemente; lugubremente. He felt frightened at first, for the wind moaned dismally over the empty fields, and he was cold and hungry, and more alone than he had ever felt before. Return to Original English Version

dismay /dɪsˈmeɪ/ — consternação; espanto. Mr. Bumble!” cried Noah, with well-affected dismay, and in tones so loud and agitated, that they not only caught the ear of Mr. Bumble himself, who happened to be hard by, but alarmed him so much that he rushed into the yard without his cocked hat, - which is a very curious and remarkable circumstance, as showing that even a beadle, acted upon a sudden and powerful impulse, may be afflicted with a momentary visitation of loss of self-possession, and forgetfulness of personal dignity. Return to Original English Version

dissipated /ˈdɪsəpeɪtɪd/ — dissipado; desfeito. Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Return to Original English Version

dissolute /ˈdɪsəluːt/ — dissoluto; devasso. Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Return to Original English Version

distorting /dɪˈstɔːrtɪŋ/ — distorcendo; deformando. “Aha!” said the Jew, shrugging up his shoulders, and distorting every feature with a hideous grin. Return to Original English Version

diurnal /daɪˈɜːrnəl/ — diurno. No chance-child was he, for he could trace his genealogy all the way back to his parents, who lived hard by; his mother being a washerwoman, and his father a drunken soldier, discharged with a wooden leg, and a diurnal pension of twopence-halfpenny and an unstateable fraction. Return to Original English Version

diverged /daɪˈvɜːrdʒd/ — divergiu; separou-se. Covered ways and yards, which here and there diverged from the main street, disclosed little knots of houses, where drunken men and women were positively wallowing in filth; and from several of the door-ways, great ill-looking fellows were cautiously emerging, bound, to all appearance, on no very well-disposed or harmless errands. Return to Original English Version

doats /doʊts/ — adora; é muito apegado a. “He doats on it, your worship,” replied Bumble; giving Oliver a sly pinch, to intimate that he had better not say he didn’t. Return to Original English Version

doggedly /ˈdɑːɡɪdli/ — obstinadamente; com tenacidade. “When I says I will, I means I will,” replied Mr. Gamfield doggedly. Return to Original English Version

domiciled /ˈdɒmɪsaɪld/ — domiciliado. The parish authorities inquired with dignity of the workhouse authorities, whether there was no female then domiciled in “the house” who was in a situation to impart to Oliver Twist, the consolation and nourishment of which he stood in need. Return to Original English Version

doubtless /ˈdaʊtləs/ — sem dúvida; provavelmente. This unexpected offer of shelter was too tempting to be resisted; especially as it was immediately followed up, by the assurance that the old gentleman referred to, would doubtless provide Oliver with a comfortable place, without loss of time. Return to Original English Version

downwards /ˈdaʊnwərdz/ — para baixo. “Yes, I think it rather pretty,” said the beadle, glancing proudly downwards at the large brass buttons which embellished his coat. Return to Original English Version

dozed /doʊzd/ — cochilou; dormitou. The old gentleman with the spectacles gradually dozed off, over the little bit of parchment; and there was a short pause, after Oliver had been stationed by Mr. Bumble in front of the desk. Return to Original English Version

drab /dræb/ — pardacento; sem graça. For some time, Mr. Bumble drew Oliver along, without notice or remark; for the beadle carried his head very erect, as a beadle always should: and, it being a windy day, little Oliver was completely enshrouded by the skirts of Mr. Bumble’s coat as they blew open, and disclosed to great advantage his flapped waistcoat and drab plush knee-breeches. Return to Original English Version

draughts /drɑːfts/ — damas; correntes de ar. Oliver walked twenty miles that day; and all that time tasted nothing but the crust of dry bread, and a few draughts of water, which he begged at the cottage-doors by the road-side. Return to Original English Version

drawbacks /ˈdrɔːbæks/ — desvantagens; inconvenientes. “Well, well,” said Mr. Bumble, “every trade has its drawbacks. Return to Original English Version

drizzling /ˈdrɪzlɪŋ/ — garoando; de garoa. So, they put the bier on the brink of the grave; and the two mourners waited patiently in the damp clay, with a cold rain drizzling down, while the ragged boys whom the spectacle had attracted into the churchyard played a noisy game at hide-and-seek among the tombstones, or varied their amusements by jumping backwards and forwards over the coffin. Return to Original English Version

drowsy /ˈdraʊzi/ — sonolento; entorpecido. There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you, than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed, and your senses wrapt in perfect unconsciousness. Return to Original English Version

drubbing /ˈdrʌbɪŋ/ — surra. The flood of tears, however, left him no resource; so he at once gave him a drubbing, which satisfied even Mrs. Sowerberry herself, and rendered Mr. Bumble’s subsequent application of the parochial cane, rather unnecessary. Return to Original English Version

drudge /drʌdʒ/ — trabalhador explorado; pessoa sobrecarregada. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none. Return to Original English Version

duly /ˈduːli/ — devidamente; no tempo certo. The hungry and destitute situation of the infant orphan was duly reported by the workhouse authorities to the parish authorities. Return to Original English Version

eatable /ˈiːtəbəl/ — comestível. There being nothing eatable within his reach, Oliver replied in the affirmative. Return to Original English Version

ecstasies /ˈekstəsiz/ — êxtases. Is that you, Mr. Bumble, sir?” said Mrs. Mann, thrusting her head out of the window in well-affected ecstasies of joy. Return to Original English Version

edifying /ˈedɪfaɪɪŋ/ — edificante; moralizante. “Yer don’t know who I am, I suppose, Work’us?” said the charity-boy, in continuation: descending from the top of the post, meanwhile, with edifying gravity. Return to Original English Version

effectual /ɪˈfektʃuəl/ — eficaz; que produz efeito. Charlotte’s fist was by no means a light one; but, lest it should not be effectual in calming Oliver’s wrath, Mrs. Sowerberry plunged into the kitchen, and assisted to hold him with one hand, while she scratched his face with the other. Return to Original English Version

effectually /ɪˈfektʃuəli/ — eficazmente; de fato. The more the case presented itself to the board, in this point of view, the more manifold the advantages of the step appeared; so, they came to the conclusion that the only way of providing for Oliver effectually, was to send him to sea without delay. Return to Original English Version

ejaculated /ɪˈdʒækjəleɪtɪd/ — exclamou de repente; bradou. “Never did, sir!” ejaculated the beadle. Return to Original English Version

elicit /ɪˈlɪsɪt/ — suscitar; obter (resposta). An answer so different from the one he had expected to elicit, and was in the habit of receiving, staggered Mr. Bumble not a little. Return to Original English Version

eloquence /ˈeləkwəns/ — eloquência. “Come,” said Mr. Bumble, somewhat less pompously, for it was gratifying to his feelings to observe the effect his eloquence had produced; “Come, Oliver! Return to Original English Version

elysium /ɪˈlɪziəm/ — paraíso. It was a regular place of public entertainment for the poorer classes; a tavern where there was nothing to pay; a public breakfast, dinner, tea, and supper all the year round; a brick and mortar elysium, where it was all play and no work. Return to Original English Version

emanated /ˈeməneɪtɪd/ — emanou; provinha de. Now, Mr. Bumble was a fat man, and a choleric; so, instead of responding to this open-hearted salutation in a kindred spirit, he gave the little wicket a tremendous shake, and then bestowed upon it a kick which could have emanated from no leg but a beadle’s. Return to Original English Version

embellished /ɪmˈbelɪʃt/ — embelezado; ornamentado. “Yes, I think it rather pretty,” said the beadle, glancing proudly downwards at the large brass buttons which embellished his coat. Return to Original English Version

emboldened /ɪmˈboʊldənd/ — encorajou; deu ânimo a. “Yer know, Work’us,” continued Noah, emboldened by Oliver’s silence, and speaking in a jeering tone of affected pity: of all tones the most annoying: “Yer know, Work’us, it can’t be helped now; and of course yer couldn’t help it then; and I am very sorry for it; and I’m sure we all are, and pity yer very much. Return to Original English Version

embraces /ɪmˈbreɪsɪz/ — abraça; abarca; abrange. Mrs. Mann gave him a thousand embraces, and what Oliver wanted a great deal more, a piece of bread and butter, lest he should seem too hungry when he got to the workhouse. Return to Original English Version

encrusted /ɪnˈkrʌstɪd/ — incrustaram; revestiram. Oliver, having had by this time as much of the outer coat of dirt which encrusted his face and hands, removed, as could be scrubbed off in one washing, was led into the room by his benevolent protectress. Return to Original English Version

encumbered /ɪnˈkʌmbərd/ — atravancado; onerado. Mr. Gamfield smiled, too, as he perused the document; for five pounds was just the sum he had been wishing for; and, as to the boy with which it was encumbered, Mr. Gamfield, knowing what the dietary of the workhouse was, well knew he would be a nice small pattern, just the very thing for register stoves. Return to Original English Version

engendered /ɪnˈdʒendərd/ — gerou; engendrado. Mr. Bumble wiped from his forehead the perspiration which his walk had engendered, glanced complacently at the cocked hat, and smiled. Return to Original English Version

enshrouded /ɪnˈʃraʊdɪd/ — envolto; encoberto. For some time, Mr. Bumble drew Oliver along, without notice or remark; for the beadle carried his head very erect, as a beadle always should: and, it being a windy day, little Oliver was completely enshrouded by the skirts of Mr. Bumble’s coat as they blew open, and disclosed to great advantage his flapped waistcoat and drab plush knee-breeches. Return to Original English Version

ensued /ɪnˈsuːd/ — seguiu-se; sobreveio. One day, Oliver and Noah had descended into the kitchen at the usual dinner-hour, to banquet upon a small joint of mutton - a pound and a half of the worst end of the neck; when Charlotte being called out of the way, there ensued a brief interval of time, which Noah Claypole, being hungry and vicious, considered he could not possibly devote to a worthier purpose than aggravating and tantalising young Oliver Twist. Return to Original English Version

entreated /ɪnˈtriːtɪd/ — suplicou; implorou. And so far from being denied the advantages of religious consolation, he was kicked into the same apartment every evening at prayer-time, and there permitted to listen to, and console his mind with, a general supplication of the boys, containing a special clause, therein inserted by authority of the board, in which they entreated to be made good, virtuous, contented, and obedient, and to be guarded from the sins and vices of Oliver Twist: whom the supplication distinctly set forth to be under the exclusive patronage and protection of the powers of wickedness, and an article direct from the manufactory of the very Devil himself. Return to Original English Version

entreating /ɪnˈtriːtɪŋ/ — suplicando; implorando. At length, he began to languish for fresh air, and took many occasions of earnestly entreating the old gentleman to allow him to go out to work with his two companions. Return to Original English Version

enveloped /ɪnˈveləpt/ — envolvido; embuçado. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none. Return to Original English Version

enviable /ˈenviəbəl/ — invejável. Although I am not disposed to maintain that being born in a workhouse, is in itself the most fortunate and enviable circumstance that can possibly befall a human being, I do mean to say that in this particular instance, it was the best thing for Oliver Twist that could by possibility have occurred. Return to Original English Version

epithets /ˈɛpɪθɛts/ — epítetos; qualificativos. The shop-boys in the neighbourhood had long been in the habit of branding Noah in the public streets, with the ignominious epithets of “leathers,” “charity,” and the like; and Noah had borne them without reply. Return to Original English Version

equanimity /ˌekwəˈnɪməti/ — equanimidade; serenidade. As Oliver accompanied his master in most of his adult expeditions too, in order that he might acquire that equanimity of demeanour and full command of nerve which was essential to a finished undertaker, he had many opportunities of observing the beautiful resignation and fortitude with which some strong-minded people bear their trials and losses. Return to Original English Version

ere /ɛr/ — antes que (forma arcaica de before). He had diminished the distance between himself and London by full four miles more, before he recollected how much he must undergo ere he could hope to reach his place of destination. Return to Original English Version

evaporated /ɪˈvæpəreɪtɪd/ — evaporou; evaporado. Mr. Bumble walked on with long strides; little Oliver, firmly grasping his gold-laced cuff, trotted beside him, inquiring at the end of every quarter of a mile whether they were “nearly there.” To these interrogations Mr. Bumble returned very brief and snappish replies; for the temporary blandness which gin-and-water awakens in some bosoms had by this time evaporated; and he was once again a beadle. Return to Original English Version

evinced /ɪˈvɪnst/ — evidenciou; manifestado. When little Oliver was taken before “the gentlemen” that evening; and informed that he was to go, that night, as general house-lad to a coffin-maker’s; and that if he complained of his situation, or ever came back to the parish again, he would be sent to sea, there to be drowned, or knocked on the head, as the case might be, he evinced so little emotion, that they by common consent pronounced him a hardened young rascal, and ordered Mr. Bumble to remove him forthwith. Return to Original English Version

exaggerations /ɪɡˌzædʒəˈreɪʃənz/ — exageros. Oliver’s offence having been explained to him, with such exaggerations as the ladies thought best calculated to rouse his ire, he unlocked the cellar-door in a twinkling, and dragged his rebellious apprentice out, by the collar. Return to Original English Version

exclaimed /ɪkˈskleɪmd/ — exclamaram; gritaram. “Well!” exclaimed Mr. Bumble, stopping short, and darting at his little charge a look of intense malignity. Return to Original English Version

exclamations /ˌekskləˈmeɪʃənz/ — exclamações. The gentleman’s notice was very soon attracted; for he had not walked three paces, when he turned angrily round, and inquired what that young cur was howling for, and why Mr. Bumble did not favour him with something which would render the series of vocular exclamations so designated, an involuntary process? Return to Original English Version

exertions /ɪɡˈzɜːrʃənz/ — esforços. Notwithstanding the most superlative, and, I may say, supernat’ral exertions on the part of this parish,” said Bumble, “we have never been able to discover who is his father, or what was his mother’s settlement, name, or condition.” Return to Original English Version

exmouth /ˈɛksməθ/ — Exmouth. They crossed from the Angel into St. John’s Road; struck down the small street which terminates at Sadler’s Wells Theatre; through Exmouth Street and Coppice Row; down the little court by the side of the workhouse; across the classic ground which once bore the name of Hockley-in-the-Hole; thence into Little Saffron Hill; and so into Saffron Hill the Great: along which the Dodger scudded at a rapid pace, directing Oliver to follow close at his heels. Return to Original English Version

expatiate /ɪkˈspeɪʃieɪt/ — discorrer longamente. Whenever the Dodger or Charley Bates came home at night, empty-handed, he would expatiate with great vehemence on the misery of idle and lazy habits; and would enforce upon them the necessity of an active life, by sending them supperless to bed. Return to Original English Version

expectancy /ɪkˈspektənsi/ — expectativa. In great families, when an advantageous place cannot be obtained, either in possession, reversion, remainder, or expectancy, for the young man who is growing up, it is a very general custom to send him to sea. Return to Original English Version

expediency /ɪkˈspiːdiənsi/ — conveniência; oportunismo. The board, in imitation of so wise and salutary an example, took counsel together on the expediency of shipping off Oliver Twist, in some small trading vessel bound to a good unhealthy port. Return to Original English Version

expedient /ɪkˈspiːdiənt/ — conveniente; expediente; recurso. As they drew near to their destination, however, Mr. Bumble thought it expedient to look down, and see that the boy was in good order for inspection by his new master: which he accordingly did, with a fit and becoming air of gracious patronage. Return to Original English Version

expeditions /ˌekspəˈdɪʃənz/ — expedições. As Oliver accompanied his master in most of his adult expeditions too, in order that he might acquire that equanimity of demeanour and full command of nerve which was essential to a finished undertaker, he had many opportunities of observing the beautiful resignation and fortitude with which some strong-minded people bear their trials and losses. Return to Original English Version

expiration /ˌekspəˈreɪʃən/ — expiração; término. At the expiration of which time Mr. Bumble thrust in his head, unadorned with the cocked hat, and said aloud: Return to Original English Version

expiring /ɪkˈspaɪərɪŋ/ — expirante; agonizante. Having availed himself of the expiring light of the candle to tie up in a handkerchief the few articles of wearing apparel he had, sat himself down upon a bench, to wait for morning. Return to Original English Version

expressive /ɪkˈspresɪv/ — expressivo. Oliver had been too often subjected to the process to which the very expressive monosyllable just recorded bears reference, to entertain the smallest doubt that the owner of the voice, whoever he might be, would redeem his pledge, most honourably. Return to Original English Version

expressively /ɪkˈspresɪvli/ — expressivamente. Oh, Lor!” And here, Noah nodded his head expressively; and curled up as much of his small red nose as muscular action could collect together, for the occasion. Return to Original English Version

exquisitely /ɪkˈskwɪzɪtli/ — primorosamente; requintadamente. Master Bates saw something so exquisitely ludicrous in this reply, that he burst into another laugh; which laugh, meeting the coffee he was drinking, and carrying it down some wrong channel, very nearly terminated in his premature suffocation. Return to Original English Version

extant /ˈɛkstənt/ — ainda existente; que subsiste. For a long time after it was ushered into this world of sorrow and trouble, by the parish surgeon, it remained a matter of considerable doubt whether the child would survive to bear any name at all; in which case it is somewhat more than probable that these memoirs would never have appeared; or, if they had, that being comprised within a couple of pages, they would have possessed the inestimable merit of being the most concise and faithful specimen of biography, extant in the literature of any age or country. Return to Original English Version

extraneous /ɪkˈstreɪniəs/ — alheio; estranho ao assunto. As Mr. Gamfield did happen to labour under the slight imputation of having bruised three or four boys to death already, it occurred to him that the board had, perhaps, in some unaccountable freak, taken it into their heads that this extraneous circumstance ought to influence their proceedings. Return to Original English Version

eyelids /ˈaɪlɪdz/ — pálpebras. “Don’t fret your eyelids on that score,” said the young gentleman. Return to Original English Version

facedest /ˈfeɪsɪdɪst/ — mais descarado. “Well! of all the artful and designing orphans that ever I see, Oliver, you are one of the most bare-facedest.” Return to Original English Version

facetious /fəˈsiːʃəs/ — jocoso; gracejador. But, making Oliver cry, Noah attempted to be more facetious still; and in his attempt, did what many sometimes do to this day, when they want to be funny. Return to Original English Version

farmed /fɑːrmd/ — cultivado; explorado como fazenda. Upon this, the parish authorities magnanimously and humanely resolved, that Oliver should be “farmed,” or, in other words, that he should be dispatched to a branch-workhouse some three miles off, where twenty or thirty other juvenile offenders against the poor-laws, rolled about the floor all day, without the inconvenience of too much food or too much clothing, under the parental superintendence of an elderly female, who received the culprits at and for the consideration of sevenpence-halfpenny per small head per week. Return to Original English Version

farmer's /ˈfɑːrmərz/ — do fazendeiro; do agricultor. If he begged at a farmer’s house, ten to one but they threatened to set the dog on him; and when he showed his nose in a shop, they talked about the beadle - which brought Oliver’s heart into his mouth, - very often the only thing he had there, for many hours together. Return to Original English Version

farthing /ˈfɑːrðɪŋ/ — antiga moeda de um quarto de pêni. “Not a farthing more,” was the firm reply of Mr. Limbkins. Return to Original English Version

fastenings /ˈfæsənɪŋz/ — fechos; travas. Having gazed cautiously round him, and listened intently, he gently undid the fastenings of the door, and looked abroad. Return to Original English Version

fatten /ˈfætən/ — engordar; cevar. At this tremendous sight, Oliver began to cry very piteously: thinking, not unnaturally, that the board must have determined to kill him for some useful purpose, or they never would have begun to fatten him up in that way. Return to Original English Version

feeble /ˈfiːbəl/ — fraco; débil. This seemed to be some watchword or signal that all was right; for the light of a feeble candle gleamed on the wall at the remote end of the passage; and a man’s face peeped out, from where a balustrade of the old kitchen staircase had been broken away. Return to Original English Version

feebly /ˈfiːbli/ — debilmente; fracamente. As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, “Let me see the child, and die.” Return to Original English Version

feint /feɪnt/ — finta; golpe fingido. Young as he was, however, he had sense enough to make a feint of feeling great regret at going away. Return to Original English Version

felled /feld/ — derrubou; abatido. Crimson with fury, Oliver started up; overthrew the chair and table; seized Noah by the throat; shook him, in the violence of his rage, till his teeth chattered in his head; and collecting his whole force into one heavy blow, felled him to the ground. Return to Original English Version

ferocity /fəˈrɑːsəti/ — ferocidade. I wish he could have witnessed the horrible avidity with which Oliver tore the bits asunder with all the ferocity of famine. Return to Original English Version

fictitious /fɪkˈtɪʃəs/ — fictício; imaginário. Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter. Return to Original English Version

fiercer /ˈfɪərsər/ — mais feroz. “Are you sure?” cried the Jew: with a still fiercer look than before: and a threatening attitude. Return to Original English Version

filth /fɪlθ/ — imundície; sujeira. Covered ways and yards, which here and there diverged from the main street, disclosed little knots of houses, where drunken men and women were positively wallowing in filth; and from several of the door-ways, great ill-looking fellows were cautiously emerging, bound, to all appearance, on no very well-disposed or harmless errands. Return to Original English Version

flannel /ˈflænəl/ — flanela. He was dressed in a greasy flannel gown, with his throat bare; and seemed to be dividing his attention between the frying-pan and the clothes-horse, over which a great number of silk handkerchiefs were hanging. Return to Original English Version

flapped /flæpt/ — bateu as asas; agitou-se; adejou. For some time, Mr. Bumble drew Oliver along, without notice or remark; for the beadle carried his head very erect, as a beadle always should: and, it being a windy day, little Oliver was completely enshrouded by the skirts of Mr. Bumble’s coat as they blew open, and disclosed to great advantage his flapped waistcoat and drab plush knee-breeches. Return to Original English Version

flightly /ˈflaɪti/ — frívolo; volúvel. Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Return to Original English Version

flinging /ˈflɪŋɪŋ/ — arremessando. Kiss me,” said the child, climbing up the low gate, and flinging his little arms round Oliver’s neck. Return to Original English Version

flog /flɑːɡ/ — açoitar; chicotear. This suggested itself as the very best thing that could possibly be done with him: the probability being, that the skipper would flog him to death, in a playful mood, some day after dinner, or would knock his brains out with an iron bar; both pastimes being, as is pretty generally known, very favourite and common recreations among gentleman of that class. Return to Original English Version

flogged /flɑːɡd/ — açoitou; chicoteou. As for society, he was carried every other day into the hall where the boys dined, and there sociably flogged as a public warning and example. Return to Original English Version

flounced /flaʊnst/ — saiu bufando; moveu-se com estardalhaço. Thus saying, Mr. Bumble put on his cocked hat wrong side first, in a fever of parochial excitement; and flounced out of the shop. Return to Original English Version

flung /flʌŋ/ — arremessou; lançou. As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, “Let me see the child, and die.” Return to Original English Version

flushed /flʌʃt/ — corado; ruborizado. As the atrocity presented itself to Mr. Bumble’s mind in full force, he struck the counter sharply with his cane, and became flushed with indignation. Return to Original English Version

fluttered /ˈflʌtərd/ — esvoaçavam; adejavam. It was rather expensive at first, in consequence of the increase in the undertaker’s bill, and the necessity of taking in the clothes of all the paupers, which fluttered loosely on their wasted, shrunken forms, after a week or two’s gruel. Return to Original English Version

fol /ˈfɑːloʊ/ — fol (parte de follow). “Tol de rol lol lol, right fol lairy, Work’us,” said Noah, as a tear rolled down Oliver’s cheek. Return to Original English Version

fondlings /ˈfɑːndlɪŋz/ — queridinhos; carícias. We name our fondlings in alphabetical order. Return to Original English Version

fondness /ˈfɑːndnəs/ — afeição; gosto por. Oliver thought the old gentleman must be a decided miser to live in such a dirty place, with so many watches; but, thinking that perhaps his fondness for the Dodger and the other boys, cost him a good deal of money, he only cast a deferential look at the Jew, and asked if he might get up. Return to Original English Version

foolery /ˈfuːləri/ — tolice. Foolery!” interposed the beadle. Return to Original English Version

footpath /ˈfʊtpæθ/ — trilha; vereda; caminho para pedestres. He took the same route; and arriving at a footpath across the fields, which he knew, after some distance, led out again into the road; struck into it, and walked quickly on. Return to Original English Version

forerd /fəˈrɜːd/ — para a frente / adiante. “Why, a beak’s a madgst’rate; and when you walk by a beak’s order, it’s not straight forerd, but always agoing up, and niver a coming down agin. Return to Original English Version

forgetfulness /fərˈɡetfəlnəs/ — esquecimento; falta de memória. Mr. Bumble!” cried Noah, with well-affected dismay, and in tones so loud and agitated, that they not only caught the ear of Mr. Bumble himself, who happened to be hard by, but alarmed him so much that he rushed into the yard without his cocked hat, - which is a very curious and remarkable circumstance, as showing that even a beadle, acted upon a sudden and powerful impulse, may be afflicted with a momentary visitation of loss of self-possession, and forgetfulness of personal dignity. Return to Original English Version

forthwith /ˌfɔːrθˈwɪθ/ — imediatamente; sem demora. Oliver had not been within the walls of the workhouse a quarter of an hour, and had scarcely completed the demolition of a second slice of bread, when Mr. Bumble, who had handed him over to the care of an old woman, returned; and, telling him it was a board night, informed him that the board had said he was to appear before it forthwith. Return to Original English Version

fortitude /ˈfɔːrtɪtuːd/ — fortaleza de ânimo; coragem serena. As Oliver accompanied his master in most of his adult expeditions too, in order that he might acquire that equanimity of demeanour and full command of nerve which was essential to a finished undertaker, he had many opportunities of observing the beautiful resignation and fortitude with which some strong-minded people bear their trials and losses. Return to Original English Version

fourpenny /ˈfɔːrpəni/ — de quatro pence. Assisting Oliver to rise, the young gentleman took him to an adjacent chandler’s shop, where he purchased a sufficiency of ready-dressed ham and a half-quartern loaf, or, as he himself expressed it, “a fourpenny bran!” the ham being kept clean and preserved from dust, by the ingenious expedient of making a hole in the loaf by pulling out a portion of the crumb, and stuffing it therein. Return to Original English Version

fret /frɛt/ — afligir-se; impacientar-se. “Don’t fret your eyelids on that score,” said the young gentleman. Return to Original English Version

frightful /ˈfraɪtfəl/ — terrível; assustador. An unfinished coffin on black tressels, which stood in the middle of the shop, looked so gloomy and death-like that a cold tremble came over him, every time his eyes wandered in the direction of the dismal object: from which he almost expected to see some frightful form slowly rear its head, to drive him mad with terror. Return to Original English Version

fro /froʊ/ — para trás; de um lado para outro. By degrees, the shutters were opened; the window-blinds were drawn up; and people began passing to and fro. Return to Original English Version

frying /ˈfraɪɪŋ/ — fritando; ardendo. In a frying-pan, which was on the fire, and which was secured to the mantelshelf by a string, some sausages were cooking; and standing over them, with a toasting-fork in his hand, was a very old shrivelled Jew, whose villainous-looking and repulsive face was obscured by a quantity of matted red hair. Return to Original English Version

ful /fl/ — ful (sufixo de beautiful). “Oh, you little un-grate-ful, mur-de-rous, hor-rid villain!” And between every syllable, Charlotte gave Oliver a blow with all her might: accompanying it with a scream, for the benefit of society. Return to Original English Version

fulfilment /fʊlˈfɪlmənt/ — realização. Oliver having “caught it,” in fulfilment of Noah’s prediction, followed that young gentleman down the stairs to breakfast. Return to Original English Version

fullest /ˈfʊlɪst/ — mais completo. Noah stopped to make no reply, but started off at his fullest speed; and very much it astonished the people who were out walking, to see a charity-boy tearing through the streets pell-mell, with no cap on his head, and a clasp-knife at his eye. Return to Original English Version

functionary /ˈfʌŋkʃəneri/ — funcionário; encarregado. He needn’t have taken the trouble to shrink from Mr. Bumble’s glance, however; for that functionary, on whom the prediction of the gentleman in the white waistcoat had made a very strong impression, thought that now the undertaker had got Oliver upon trial the subject was better avoided, until such time as he should be firmly bound for seven years, and all danger of his being returned upon the hands of the parish should be thus effectually and legally overcome. Return to Original English Version

gadso /ˈɡædzoʊ/ — ora essa!. “Gadso!” said the undertaker: taking Mr. Bumble by the gilt-edged lappel of his official coat; “that’s just the very thing I wanted to speak to you about. Return to Original English Version

gaiety /ˈɡeɪəti/ — alegria; jovialidade. For instance; when Sowerberry had an order for the burial of some rich old lady or gentleman, who was surrounded by a great number of nephews and nieces, who had been perfectly inconsolable during the previous illness, and whose grief had been wholly irrepressible even on the most public occasions, they would be as happy among themselves as need be - quite cheerful and contented - conversing together with as much freedom and gaiety, as if nothing whatever had happened to disturb them. Return to Original English Version

gall /ɡɔːl/ — irritar profundamente. I wish some well-fed philosopher, whose meat and drink turn to gall within him; whose blood is ice, whose heart is iron; could have seen Oliver Twist clutching at the dainty viands that the dog had neglected. Return to Original English Version

garb /ɡɑːrb/ — traje; vestimenta. Wives, again, put on weeds for their husbands, as if, so far from grieving in the garb of sorrow, they had made up their minds to render it as becoming and attractive as possible. Return to Original English Version

gaunt /ɡɔːnt/ — magro e abatido. Mr. Sowerberry was a tall gaunt, large-jointed man, attired in a suit of threadbare black, with darned cotton stockings of the same colour, and shoes to answer. Return to Original English Version

gazed /ɡeɪzd/ — contemplou; olhou fixamente. She imprinted her cold white lips passionately on its forehead; passed her hands over her face; gazed wildly round; shuddered; fell back - and died. Return to Original English Version

gazing /ˈɡeɪzɪŋ/ — contemplando; olhando fixamente. He had been crouching on the step for some time: wondering at the great number of public-houses (every other house in Barnet was a tavern, large or small), gazing listlessly at the coaches as they passed through, and thinking how strange it seemed that they could do, with ease, in a few hours, what it had taken him a whole week of courage and determination beyond his years to accomplish: when he was roused by observing that a boy, who had passed him carelessly some minutes before, had returned, and was now surveying him most earnestly from the opposite side of the way. Return to Original English Version

gen'l'men /ˈdʒɛntəlmən/ — cavalheiros, senhores. Boys is wery obstinit, and wery lazy, Gen’l’men, and there’s nothink like a good hot blaze to make ’em come down vith a run. Return to Original English Version

genealogy /ˌdʒiːniˈælədʒi/ — genealogia. No chance-child was he, for he could trace his genealogy all the way back to his parents, who lived hard by; his mother being a washerwoman, and his father a drunken soldier, discharged with a wooden leg, and a diurnal pension of twopence-halfpenny and an unstateable fraction. Return to Original English Version

ghastly /ˈɡæstli/ — cadavérico. “She was my daughter,” said the old woman, nodding her head in the direction of the corpse; and speaking with an idiotic leer, more ghastly than even the presence of death in such a place. Return to Original English Version

gilt /ɡɪlt/ — dourado; com fios de ouro. “Gadso!” said the undertaker: taking Mr. Bumble by the gilt-edged lappel of his official coat; “that’s just the very thing I wanted to speak to you about. Return to Original English Version

glancing /ˈɡlænsɪŋ/ — olhando rapidamente. Oliver was about to say that he would go along with anybody with great readiness, when, glancing upward, he caught sight of Mrs. Mann, who had got behind the beadle’s chair, and was shaking her fist at him with a furious countenance. Return to Original English Version

glaring /ˈɡlerɪŋ/ — fulgurante; ofuscante; gritante. His breast heaved; his attitude was erect; his eye bright and vivid; his whole person changed, as he stood glaring over the cowardly tormentor who now lay crouching at his feet; and defied him with an energy he had never known before. Return to Original English Version

gleam /ɡliːm/ — brilho; lampejo. What?” interposed Mr. Bumble: with a gleam of pleasure in his metallic eyes. Return to Original English Version

gleamed /ɡliːmd/ — reluziu; brilhou. This seemed to be some watchword or signal that all was right; for the light of a feeble candle gleamed on the wall at the remote end of the passage; and a man’s face peeped out, from where a balustrade of the old kitchen staircase had been broken away. Return to Original English Version

glimmering /ˈɡlɪmərɪŋ/ — brilhando fracamente. At such time, a mortal knows just enough of what his mind is doing, to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers, its bounding from earth and spurning time and space, when freed from the restraint of its corporeal associate. Return to Original English Version

glistened /ˈɡlɪsənd/ — reluzia; reluziu. Oliver, whose eyes had glistened at the mention of meat, and who was trembling with eagerness to devour it, replied in the negative; and a plateful of coarse broken victuals was set before him. Return to Original English Version

gloom /ɡluːm/ — escuridão; tristeza. With the slice of bread in his hand, and the little brown-cloth parish cap on his head, Oliver was then led away by Mr. Bumble from the wretched home where one kind word or look had never lighted the gloom of his infant years. Return to Original English Version

glut /ɡlʌt/ — fartura em excesso. Charlotte treated him ill, because Noah did; and Mrs. Sowerberry was his decided enemy, because Mr. Sowerberry was disposed to be his friend; so, between these three on one side, and a glut of funerals on the other, Oliver was not altogether as comfortable as the hungry pig was, when he was shut up, by mistake, in the grain department of a brewery. Return to Original English Version

grandmothers /ˈɡrænmʌðərz/ — avós. Now, if, during this brief period, Oliver had been surrounded by careful grandmothers, anxious aunts, experienced nurses, and doctors of profound wisdom, he would most inevitably and indubitably have been killed in no time. Return to Original English Version

grasped /ɡræst/ — compreendeu. Mr. Bumble grasped the undertaker by the arm, and led him into the building. Return to Original English Version

grasping /ˈɡræspɪŋ/ — ávidos; sempre a agarrar. “Do you think this respectful or proper conduct, Mrs. Mann,” inquired Mr. Bumble, grasping his cane, “to keep the parish officers a waiting at your garden-gate, when they come here upon porochial business with the porochial orphans? Return to Original English Version

gratified /ˈɡrætɪfaɪd/ — satisfeito; contente. “Well, well,” said the beadle, evidently gratified with the compliment; “perhaps I may be. Return to Original English Version

gratifying /ˈɡrætɪfaɪɪŋ/ — gratificante. “Come,” said Mr. Bumble, somewhat less pompously, for it was gratifying to his feelings to observe the effect his eloquence had produced; “Come, Oliver! Return to Original English Version

grating /ˈɡreɪtɪŋ/ — grade; grelha; áspero ao ouvido. He saw the Jew with his half-closed eyes; heard his low whistling; and recognised the sound of the spoon grating against the saucepan’s sides: and yet the self-same senses were mentally engaged, at the same time, in busy action with almost everybody he had ever known. Return to Original English Version

greasy /ˈɡriːsi/ — gorduroso; ensebado. He was dressed in a greasy flannel gown, with his throat bare; and seemed to be dividing his attention between the frying-pan and the clothes-horse, over which a great number of silk handkerchiefs were hanging. Return to Original English Version

greenland /ˈɡriːnlənd/ — Groenlândia. “Greenland. Return to Original English Version

grieving /ˈɡriːvɪŋ/ — de luto; sofrendo a perda. Wives, again, put on weeds for their husbands, as if, so far from grieving in the garb of sorrow, they had made up their minds to render it as becoming and attractive as possible. Return to Original English Version

grizzly /ˈɡrɪzli/ — grisalho; de pelo acinzentado. The man’s face was thin and very pale; his hair and beard were grizzly; his eyes were bloodshot. Return to Original English Version

groping /ˈɡroʊpɪŋ/ — tateando; procurando às cegas. There was neither knocker nor bell-handle at the open door where Oliver and his master stopped; so, groping his way cautiously through the dark passage, and bidding Oliver keep close to him and not be afraid, the undertaker mounted to the top of the first flight of stairs. Return to Original English Version

grovelling /ˈɡrʌvəlɪŋ/ — rastejando; servil. “Juries,” said Mr. Bumble, grasping his cane tightly, as was his wont when working into a passion: “juries is ineddicated, vulgar, grovelling wretches.” Return to Original English Version

grub /ɡrʌb/ — comida (informal); bóia. But come,” said the young gentleman; “you want grub, and you shall have it. Return to Original English Version

gruel /ˈɡruːəl/ — mingau ralo. Give it a little gruel if it is.” He put on his hat, and, pausing by the bed-side on his way to the door, added, “She was a good-looking girl, too; where did she come from?” Return to Original English Version

gruff /ɡrʌf/ — ríspido; áspero. “I hope you say your prayers every night,” said another gentleman in a gruff voice; “and pray for the people who feed you, and take care of you - like a Christian.” Return to Original English Version

guardianship /ˈɡɑːrdiənʃɪp/ — tutela; guarda. Perhaps these were reasons for the old gentleman’s giving his assent; but, whether they were or no, he told Oliver he might go, and placed him under the joint guardianship of Charley Bates, and his friend the Dodger. Return to Original English Version

gymnastic /dʒɪmˈnæstɪk/ — ginástico. He had hardly achieved this very unusual gymnastic performance, when Mr. Bumble brought him, with his own hands, a basin of gruel, and the holiday allowance of two ounces and a quarter of bread. Return to Original English Version

hailed /heɪld/ — chamou; saudou; era natural de. The latter part of this speech, was hailed by a boisterous shout from all the hopeful pupils of the merry old gentleman. Return to Original English Version

halfpence /ˈheɪpəns/ — meios pence; moedas de meio penny. When the outsides saw this, they put their halfpence back into their pockets again, declaring that he was an idle young dog, and didn’t deserve anything; and the coach rattled away and left only a cloud of dust behind. Return to Original English Version

halfpenny's /ˈheɪpəniz/ — de meio penny. Sevenpence-halfpenny’s worth per week is a good round diet for a child; a great deal may be got for sevenpence-halfpenny, quite enough to overload its stomach, and make it uncomfortable. Return to Original English Version

haste /heɪst/ — pressa; urgência. There’s your tea; take it away to that box, and drink it there, and make haste, for they’ll want you to mind the shop. Return to Original English Version

hastily /ˈheɪstɪli/ — às pressas; apressadamente. “Lor bless her dear heart, no!” interposed the nurse, hastily depositing in her pocket a green glass bottle, the contents of which she had been tasting in a corner with evident satisfaction. Return to Original English Version

hasty /ˈheɪsti/ — apressado; precipitado; impulsivo. Although Oliver had enough to occupy his attention in keeping sight of his leader, he could not help bestowing a few hasty glances on either side of the way, as he passed along. Return to Original English Version

haughtiest /ˈhɔːtiəst/ — mais altivo; mais arrogante. Wrapped in the blanket which had hitherto formed his only covering, he might have been the child of a nobleman or a beggar; it would have been hard for the haughtiest stranger to have assigned him his proper station in society. Return to Original English Version

heaps /hiːps/ — montes; montinhos. There were a good many small shops; but the only stock in trade appeared to be heaps of children, who, even at that time of night, were crawling in and out at the doors, or screaming from the inside. Return to Original English Version

heaved /hiːvd/ — arfou; ergueu-se. His breast heaved; his attitude was erect; his eye bright and vivid; his whole person changed, as he stood glaring over the cowardly tormentor who now lay crouching at his feet; and defied him with an energy he had never known before. Return to Original English Version

heaver /ˈkoʊlˌhiːvər/ — carregador de carvão. Good, strong, wholesome medicine, as was given with great success to two Irish labourers and a coal-heaver, only a week before - sent ’em for nothing, with a blackin’-bottle in, - and he sends back word that she shan’t take it, sir!” Return to Original English Version

heed /hiːd/ — prestar atenção; levar em conta. He took little heed of this at first; but the boy remained in the same attitude of close observation so long, that Oliver raised his head, and returned his steady look. Return to Original English Version

hem /hɛm/ — bainha. “Hem!” said Mr. Bumble. Return to Original English Version

hemmed /hɛmd/ — embainhado; com bainha feita. Mr. Bumble regarded Oliver’s piteous and helpless look, with some astonishment, for a few seconds; hemmed three or four times in a husky manner; and after muttering something about “that troublesome cough,” bade Oliver dry his eyes and be a good boy. Return to Original English Version

hextricate /ˈhɛkstrɪkeɪt/ — livrar-se. It’s humane too, gen’l’men, acause, even if they’ve stuck in the chimbley, roasting their feet makes ’em struggle to hextricate theirselves.” Return to Original English Version

hideous /ˈhɪdiəs/ — horrendo; repulsivo. The very rats, which here and there lay putrefying in its rottenness, were hideous with famine. Return to Original English Version

hitherto /ˌhɪðərˈtuː/ — até agora; até então. Wrapped in the blanket which had hitherto formed his only covering, he might have been the child of a nobleman or a beggar; it would have been hard for the haughtiest stranger to have assigned him his proper station in society. Return to Original English Version

hob /hɒb/ — chapa do fogão; apoio junto ao fogo. When the coffee was done, the Jew drew the saucepan to the hob. Return to Original English Version

hockley /ˈhɒkli/ — Hockley. They crossed from the Angel into St. John’s Road; struck down the small street which terminates at Sadler’s Wells Theatre; through Exmouth Street and Coppice Row; down the little court by the side of the workhouse; across the classic ground which once bore the name of Hockley-in-the-Hole; thence into Little Saffron Hill; and so into Saffron Hill the Great: along which the Dodger scudded at a rapid pace, directing Oliver to follow close at his heels. Return to Original English Version

hoisted /ˈhɔɪstɪd/ — içou; levantou. An old black cloak had been thrown over the rags of the old woman and the man; and the bare coffin having been screwed down, was hoisted on the shoulders of the bearers, and carried into the street. Return to Original English Version

honourably /ˈɒnərəbli/ — honradamente. Oliver had been too often subjected to the process to which the very expressive monosyllable just recorded bears reference, to entertain the smallest doubt that the owner of the voice, whoever he might be, would redeem his pledge, most honourably. Return to Original English Version

hoof /hʊf/ — casco. At length, Charley Bates expressed his opinion that it was time to pad the hoof. Return to Original English Version

hor /hɔːr/ — hor- (parte de 'horrível'). “Oh, you little un-grate-ful, mur-de-rous, hor-rid villain!” And between every syllable, Charlotte gave Oliver a blow with all her might: accompanying it with a scream, for the benefit of society. Return to Original English Version

houseless /ˈhaʊsləs/ — sem teto; sem morada. Some houses which had become insecure from age and decay, were prevented from falling into the street, by huge beams of wood reared against the walls, and firmly planted in the road; but even these crazy dens seemed to have been selected as the nightly haunts of some houseless wretches, for many of the rough boards which supplied the place of door and window, were wrenched from their positions, to afford an aperture wide enough for the passage of a human body. Return to Original English Version

huddle /ˈhʌdəl/ — amontoar-se; agrupar-se bem junto. Oliver was awakened in the morning, by a loud kicking at the outside of the shop-door: which, before he could huddle on his clothes, was repeated, in an angry and impetuous manner, about twenty-five times. Return to Original English Version

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huddled /ˈhʌdəld/ — amontoadas; apertadas umas nas outras. Several rough beds made of old sacks, were huddled side by side on the floor. Return to Original English Version

hullo /həˈloʊ/ — Olá!; Ora!. “Hullo, my covey! Return to Original English Version

humanely /hjuːˈmeɪnli/ — humanamente; com humanidade. Upon this, the parish authorities magnanimously and humanely resolved, that Oliver should be “farmed,” or, in other words, that he should be dispatched to a branch-workhouse some three miles off, where twenty or thirty other juvenile offenders against the poor-laws, rolled about the floor all day, without the inconvenience of too much food or too much clothing, under the parental superintendence of an elderly female, who received the culprits at and for the consideration of sevenpence-halfpenny per small head per week. Return to Original English Version

husky /ˈhʌski/ — husky; rouco; robusto. Mr. Bumble regarded Oliver’s piteous and helpless look, with some astonishment, for a few seconds; hemmed three or four times in a husky manner; and after muttering something about “that troublesome cough,” bade Oliver dry his eyes and be a good boy. Return to Original English Version

hysterical /hɪˈsterɪkəl/ — histérico. “I am nobody; don’t consult me, pray. _I_ don’t want to intrude upon your secrets.” As Mrs. Sowerberry said this, she gave an hysterical laugh, which threatened violent consequences. Return to Original English Version

idiotic /ˌɪdiˈɑːtɪk/ — idiota; estúpido. “She was my daughter,” said the old woman, nodding her head in the direction of the corpse; and speaking with an idiotic leer, more ghastly than even the presence of death in such a place. Return to Original English Version

ignominious /ˌɪɡnəˈmɪniəs/ — ignominioso; vexatório. The shop-boys in the neighbourhood had long been in the habit of branding Noah in the public streets, with the ignominious epithets of “leathers,” “charity,” and the like; and Noah had borne them without reply. Return to Original English Version

imitation /ˌɪmɪˈteɪʃən/ — imitação; cópia. The board, in imitation of so wise and salutary an example, took counsel together on the expediency of shipping off Oliver Twist, in some small trading vessel bound to a good unhealthy port. Return to Original English Version

impart /ɪmˈpɑːrt/ — transmitir; conferir; comunicar. The parish authorities inquired with dignity of the workhouse authorities, whether there was no female then domiciled in “the house” who was in a situation to impart to Oliver Twist, the consolation and nourishment of which he stood in need. Return to Original English Version

imparted /ɪmˈpɑːrtɪd/ — transmitiu; comunicou; conferiu. When Noah saw that the intelligence he communicated perfectly paralysed Mr. Bumble, he imparted additional effect thereunto, by bewailing his dreadful wounds ten times louder than before; and when he observed a gentleman in a white waistcoat crossing the yard, he was more tragic in his lamentations than ever: rightly conceiving it highly expedient to attract the notice, and rouse the indignation, of the gentleman aforesaid. Return to Original English Version

impartially /ɪmˈpɑːrʃəli/ — imparcialmente. It shows us what a beautiful thing human nature may be made to be; and how impartially the same amiable qualities are developed in the finest lord and the dirtiest charity-boy. Return to Original English Version

imperfectly /ɪmˈpɜːrfɪktli/ — imperfeitamente; de modo incompleto. As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, “Let me see the child, and die.” Return to Original English Version

impertinences /ɪmˈpɜːrtɪnənsɪz/ — impertinências; insolências. But these impertinences were speedily checked by the evidence of the surgeon, and the testimony of the beadle; the former of whom had always opened the body and found nothing inside (which was very probable indeed), and the latter of whom invariably swore whatever the parish wanted; which was very self-devotional. Return to Original English Version

impetuous /ɪmˈpetʃuəs/ — impetuoso; arrebatado. Oliver was awakened in the morning, by a loud kicking at the outside of the shop-door: which, before he could huddle on his clothes, was repeated, in an angry and impetuous manner, about twenty-five times. Return to Original English Version

impious /ˈɪmpiəs/ — ímpio; irreverente. For a week after the commission of the impious and profane offence of asking for more, Oliver remained a close prisoner in the dark and solitary room to which he had been consigned by the wisdom and mercy of the board. Return to Original English Version

implanted /ɪmˈplæntɪd/ — implantado; incutido. But nature or inheritance had implanted a good sturdy spirit in Oliver’s breast. Return to Original English Version

implicitly /ɪmˈplɪsɪtli/ — implicitamente; sem reservas. He had a wild, hungry eye; and they implicitly believed him. Return to Original English Version

imprecation /ˌɪmprɪˈkeɪʃən/ — imprecação; praga. Mr. Gamfield growled a fierce imprecation on the donkey generally, but more particularly on his eyes; and, running after him, bestowed a blow on his head, which would inevitably have beaten in any skull but a donkey’s. Return to Original English Version

impregnated /ɪmˈpreɡneɪtɪd/ — impregnado. The street was very narrow and muddy, and the air was impregnated with filthy odours. Return to Original English Version

imprinted /ɪmˈprɪntɪd/ — impresso; gravado. She imprinted her cold white lips passionately on its forehead; passed her hands over her face; gazed wildly round; shuddered; fell back - and died. Return to Original English Version

improbable /ɪmˈprɑːbəbəl/ — improvável; inverossímil. There was not so great a necessity for hurrying as Mr. Sowerberry had anticipated, however; for when they reached the obscure corner of the churchyard in which the nettles grew, and where the parish graves were made, the clergyman had not arrived; and the clerk, who was sitting by the vestry-room fire, seemed to think it by no means improbable that it might be an hour or so, before he came. Return to Original English Version

impudent /ˈɪmpjədənt/ — atrevido; insolente. Work’us, don’t be impudent. _Your_ mother, too! Return to Original English Version

imputation /ˌɪmpjuˈteɪʃən/ — imputação; atribuição de culpa. As Mr. Gamfield did happen to labour under the slight imputation of having bruised three or four boys to death already, it occurred to him that the board had, perhaps, in some unaccountable freak, taken it into their heads that this extraneous circumstance ought to influence their proceedings. Return to Original English Version

inadvertently /ˌɪnədˈvɜːrtəntli/ — por descuido; sem intenção. Occasionally, when there was some more than usually interesting inquest upon a parish child who had been overlooked in turning up a bedstead, or inadvertently scalded to death when there happened to be a washing - though the latter accident was very scarce, anything approaching to a washing being of rare occurrence in the farm - the jury would take it into their heads to ask troublesome questions, or the parishioners would rebelliously affix their signatures to a remonstrance. Return to Original English Version

inasmuch /ˌɪnəzˈmʌtʃ/ — visto que; na medida em que. Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter. Return to Original English Version

inaudible /ɪnˈɔːdəbəl/ — inaudível; imperceptível ao ouvido. At this point of Mr. Bumble’s discourse, Oliver, just hearing enough to know that some allusion was being made to his mother, recommenced kicking, with a violence that rendered every other sound inaudible. Return to Original English Version

incarceration /ɪnˌkɑːrsəˈreɪʃən/ — encarceramento. Let it not be supposed by the enemies of “the system,” that, during the period of his solitary incarceration, Oliver was denied the benefit of exercise, the pleasure of society, or the advantages of religious consolation. Return to Original English Version

inconsolable /ˌɪnkənˈsoʊləbəl/ — inconsolável. For instance; when Sowerberry had an order for the burial of some rich old lady or gentleman, who was surrounded by a great number of nephews and nieces, who had been perfectly inconsolable during the previous illness, and whose grief had been wholly irrepressible even on the most public occasions, they would be as happy among themselves as need be - quite cheerful and contented - conversing together with as much freedom and gaiety, as if nothing whatever had happened to disturb them. Return to Original English Version

incorrigible /ɪnˈkɒrɪdʒəbəl/ — incorrigível. Under this impression, he secretly resolved to cultivate the good opinion of the old gentleman as quickly as possible; and, if he found the Dodger incorrigible, as he more than half suspected he should, to decline the honour of his farther acquaintance. Return to Original English Version

incredulous /ɪnˈkrɛdʒələs/ — incrédulo; sem acreditar. “I beg your worship’s pardon,” said Mr. Bumble, incredulous of having heard aright. Return to Original English Version

indentures /ɪnˈdentʃər/ — contratos de aprendizagem; escrituras. Mr. Bumble, was at once instructed that Oliver Twist and his indentures were to be conveyed before the magistrate, for signature and approval, that very afternoon. Return to Original English Version

indescribable /ˌɪndɪˈskraɪbəbəl/ — indescritível. The oldest inhabitants recollected no period at which measles had been so prevalent, or so fatal to infant existence; and many were the mournful processions which little Oliver headed, in a hat-band reaching down to his knees, to the indescribable admiration and emotion of all the mothers in the town. Return to Original English Version

indignant /ɪnˈdɪɡnənt/ — indignado; revoltado. So saying, he smiled, approvingly: to calm the rising wrath of the indignant parish officer. Return to Original English Version

indignation /ˌɪndɪɡˈneɪʃən/ — indignação. As Mr. Sowerberry said this, with the becoming indignation of an ill-used man; and as Mr. Bumble felt that it rather tended to convey a reflection on the honour of the parish; the latter gentleman thought it advisable to change the subject. Return to Original English Version

individual's /ˌɪndɪˈvɪdʒuəl/ — do indivíduo; da pessoa. It appears, at first sight not unreasonable to suppose, that, if he had entertained a becoming feeling of respect for the prediction of the gentleman in the white waistcoat, he would have established that sage individual’s prophetic character, once and for ever, by tying one end of his pocket-handkerchief to a hook in the wall, and attaching himself to the other. Return to Original English Version

indubitably /ɪnˈduːbɪtəbli/ — indubitavelmente; sem dúvida. Now, if, during this brief period, Oliver had been surrounded by careful grandmothers, anxious aunts, experienced nurses, and doctors of profound wisdom, he would most inevitably and indubitably have been killed in no time. Return to Original English Version

inducing /ɪnˈduːsɪŋ/ — induzindo; levando a. The fact is, that there was considerable difficulty in inducing Oliver to take upon himself the office of respiration, - a troublesome practice, but one which custom has rendered necessary to our easy existence; and for some time he lay gasping on a little flock mattress, rather unequally poised between this world and the next: the balance being decidedly in favour of the latter. Return to Original English Version

industrious /ɪnˈdʌstriəs/ — trabalhador; diligente. This made him wonder more and more; for it was plain from the replies of the two boys that they had both been there; and Oliver naturally wondered how they could possibly have found time to be so very industrious. Return to Original English Version

ineddicated /ɪnˈɛdɪkeɪtɪd/ — sem instrução; sem educação. “Juries,” said Mr. Bumble, grasping his cane tightly, as was his wont when working into a passion: “juries is ineddicated, vulgar, grovelling wretches.” Return to Original English Version

inestimable /ɪnˈestɪməbəl/ — inestimável; inapreciável. For a long time after it was ushered into this world of sorrow and trouble, by the parish surgeon, it remained a matter of considerable doubt whether the child would survive to bear any name at all; in which case it is somewhat more than probable that these memoirs would never have appeared; or, if they had, that being comprised within a couple of pages, they would have possessed the inestimable merit of being the most concise and faithful specimen of biography, extant in the literature of any age or country. Return to Original English Version

inflaming /ɪnˈfleɪmɪŋ/ — inflamando; intensificando. “Bless him!” interposed Mrs. Mann, inflaming her left eye with the corner of her apron. Return to Original English Version

ingenious /ɪnˈdʒiːniəs/ — engenhoso; inventivo. “You’ll make your fortune, Mr. Sowerberry,” said the beadle, as he thrust his thumb and forefinger into the proffered snuff-box of the undertaker: which was an ingenious little model of a patent coffin. Return to Original English Version

injunctions /ɪnˈdʒʌŋkʃənz/ — ordens; determinações; liminares. On their way to the magistrate, Mr. Bumble instructed Oliver that all he would have to do, would be to look very happy, and say, when the gentleman asked him if he wanted to be apprenticed, that he should like it very much indeed; both of which injunctions Oliver promised to obey: the rather as Mr. Bumble threw in a gentle hint, that if he failed in either particular, there was no telling what would be done to him. Return to Original English Version

inquest /ˈɪŋkwest/ — inquérito sobre uma morte. Occasionally, when there was some more than usually interesting inquest upon a parish child who had been overlooked in turning up a bedstead, or inadvertently scalded to death when there happened to be a washing - though the latter accident was very scarce, anything approaching to a washing being of rare occurrence in the farm - the jury would take it into their heads to ask troublesome questions, or the parishioners would rebelliously affix their signatures to a remonstrance. Return to Original English Version

inquire /ɪnˈkwaɪər/ — perguntar; indagar. Some few stopped to gaze at Oliver for a moment or two, or turned round to stare at him as they hurried by; but none relieved him, or troubled themselves to inquire how he came there. Return to Original English Version

inquired /ɪnˈkwaɪərd/ — perguntou; indagou. The parish authorities inquired with dignity of the workhouse authorities, whether there was no female then domiciled in “the house” who was in a situation to impart to Oliver Twist, the consolation and nourishment of which he stood in need. Return to Original English Version

inquiring /ɪnˈkwaɪərɪŋ/ — indagando; inquiridor. Mr. Bumble walked on with long strides; little Oliver, firmly grasping his gold-laced cuff, trotted beside him, inquiring at the end of every quarter of a mile whether they were “nearly there.” To these interrogations Mr. Bumble returned very brief and snappish replies; for the temporary blandness which gin-and-water awakens in some bosoms had by this time evaporated; and he was once again a beadle. Return to Original English Version

inseparable /ɪnˈsepərəbəl/ — inseparável. The relief was inseparable from the workhouse and the gruel; and that frightened people. Return to Original English Version

insides /ˈɪnsaɪdz/ — as partes de dentro. “Not so heavy as they might be,” said the Jew, after looking at the insides carefully; “but very neat and nicely made. Return to Original English Version

inspecting /ɪnˈspɛktɪŋ/ — encarregado de inspeções. “Well,” said the Jew, inspecting them closely; “they’re very good ones, very. Return to Original English Version

intently /ɪnˈtɛntli/ — atentamente; fixamente. Having gazed cautiously round him, and listened intently, he gently undid the fastenings of the door, and looked abroad. Return to Original English Version

interduces /ˌɪntərˈduːsɪz/ — apresenta. “I’ve got to be in London tonight; and I know a ’spectable old gentleman as lives there, wot’ll give you lodgings for nothink, and never ask for the change - that is, if any gentleman he knows interduces you. Return to Original English Version

interment /ɪnˈtɜːrmənt/ — sepultamento. It was observable, too, that ladies and gentlemen who were in passions of anguish during the ceremony of interment, recovered almost as soon as they reached home, and became quite composed before the tea-drinking was over. Return to Original English Version

interposed /ˌɪntərˈpoʊzd/ — interveio; interrompeu. “Lor bless her dear heart, no!” interposed the nurse, hastily depositing in her pocket a green glass bottle, the contents of which she had been tasting in a corner with evident satisfaction. Return to Original English Version

interrogations /ɪnˌtɛrəˈɡeɪʃənz/ — interrogações; perguntas. Mr. Bumble walked on with long strides; little Oliver, firmly grasping his gold-laced cuff, trotted beside him, inquiring at the end of every quarter of a mile whether they were “nearly there.” To these interrogations Mr. Bumble returned very brief and snappish replies; for the temporary blandness which gin-and-water awakens in some bosoms had by this time evaporated; and he was once again a beadle. Return to Original English Version

intimation /ˌɪntɪˈmeɪʃən/ — insinuação; indício; aviso velado. The stone by which he was seated, bore, in large characters, an intimation that it was just seventy miles from that spot to London. Return to Original English Version

intrude /ɪnˈtruːd/ — intrometer-se; importunar. “I am nobody; don’t consult me, pray. _I_ don’t want to intrude upon your secrets.” As Mrs. Sowerberry said this, she gave an hysterical laugh, which threatened violent consequences. Return to Original English Version

invariably /ɪnˈveriəbli/ — invariavelmente; sempre. But these impertinences were speedily checked by the evidence of the surgeon, and the testimony of the beadle; the former of whom had always opened the body and found nothing inside (which was very probable indeed), and the latter of whom invariably swore whatever the parish wanted; which was very self-devotional. Return to Original English Version

invoked /ɪnˈvoʊkt/ — invocou. The blessing was from a young child’s lips, but it was the first that Oliver had ever heard invoked upon his head; and through the struggles and sufferings, and troubles and changes, of his after life, he never once forgot it. Return to Original English Version

involuntarily /ɪnˈvɑːləntərəli/ — involuntariamente; sem querer. Oliver shuddered as he cast his eyes toward the place, and crept involuntarily closer to his master; for though it was covered up, the boy felt that it was a corpse. Return to Original English Version

involuntary /ɪnˈvɑlənˌtɛri/ — involuntário. The gentleman’s notice was very soon attracted; for he had not walked three paces, when he turned angrily round, and inquired what that young cur was howling for, and why Mr. Bumble did not favour him with something which would render the series of vocular exclamations so designated, an involuntary process? Return to Original English Version

inward /ˈɪnwərd/ — para dentro; interior; íntimo. His step was elastic, and his face betokened inward pleasantry, as he advanced to Mr. Bumble, and shook him cordially by the hand. Return to Original English Version

inwented /ɪnˈwɛntɪd/ — inventou. The beadle drew himself up with great pride, and said, “I inwented it.” Return to Original English Version

ire /ˈaɪər/ — ira; cólera. Oliver’s offence having been explained to him, with such exaggerations as the ladies thought best calculated to rouse his ire, he unlocked the cellar-door in a twinkling, and dragged his rebellious apprentice out, by the collar. Return to Original English Version

ironical /aɪˈrɑːnɪkəl/ — irônico. The young gentleman smiled, as if to intimate that the latter fragments of discourse were playfully ironical; and finished the beer as he did so. Return to Original English Version

irrepressible /ˌɪrɪˈprɛsəbəl/ — irreprimível; incontido. For instance; when Sowerberry had an order for the burial of some rich old lady or gentleman, who was surrounded by a great number of nephews and nieces, who had been perfectly inconsolable during the previous illness, and whose grief had been wholly irrepressible even on the most public occasions, they would be as happy among themselves as need be - quite cheerful and contented - conversing together with as much freedom and gaiety, as if nothing whatever had happened to disturb them. Return to Original English Version

irresolute /ɪˈrezəluːt/ — irresoluto; indeciso. Standing, then in an irresolute attitude for a few minutes, as if he did not well know how to employ himself, he turned round and looked at Oliver, and called him by his name. Return to Original English Version

jeering /ˈdʒɪrɪŋ/ — zombeteiro; escarnecendo. “Yer know, Work’us,” continued Noah, emboldened by Oliver’s silence, and speaking in a jeering tone of affected pity: of all tones the most annoying: “Yer know, Work’us, it can’t be helped now; and of course yer couldn’t help it then; and I am very sorry for it; and I’m sure we all are, and pity yer very much. Return to Original English Version

jeers /dʒɪrz/ — zombarias; vaias; zomba. For the rest of the day, he was shut up in the back kitchen, in company with a pump and a slice of bread; and at night, Mrs. Sowerberry, after making various remarks outside the door, by no means complimentary to the memory of his mother, looked into the room, and, amidst the jeers and pointings of Noah and Charlotte, ordered him upstairs to his dismal bed. Return to Original English Version

jocosity /dʒoʊˈkɑsəti/ — jocosidade; gracejo. His features were not naturally intended to wear a smiling aspect, but he was in general rather given to professional jocosity. Return to Original English Version

jogged /dʒɑɡd/ — trotou; deu um leve empurrão. The donkey was in a state of profound abstraction: wondering, probably, whether he was destined to be regaled with a cabbage-stalk or two when he had disposed of the two sacks of soot with which the little cart was laden; so, without noticing the word of command, he jogged onward. Return to Original English Version

jointed /ˈdʒɔɪntɪd/ — articulado; com juntas. Mr. Sowerberry was a tall gaunt, large-jointed man, attired in a suit of threadbare black, with darned cotton stockings of the same colour, and shoes to answer. Return to Original English Version

jove /dʒoʊv/ — Júpiter (em By Jove!, Puxa!). “By Jove!” exclaimed the gentleman in the white waistcoat, stopping short. Return to Original English Version

joyously /ˈdʒɔɪəsli/ — jubilosamente; com alegria. Having witnessed the little dispute between Mr. Gamfield and the donkey, he smiled joyously when that person came up to read the bill, for he saw at once that Mr. Gamfield was exactly the sort of master Oliver Twist wanted. Return to Original English Version

juncture /ˈdʒʌŋktʃər/ — conjuntura; momento crítico. Sowerberry returned at this juncture. Return to Original English Version

kennel /ˈkenəl/ — canil; casinha de cão. The kennel was stagnant and filthy. Return to Original English Version

kindred /ˈkɪndrɪd/ — afim; semelhante; aparentado. Now, Mr. Bumble was a fat man, and a choleric; so, instead of responding to this open-hearted salutation in a kindred spirit, he gave the little wicket a tremendous shake, and then bestowed upon it a kick which could have emanated from no leg but a beadle’s. Return to Original English Version

knack /næk/ — jeito; dom especial. His hat was stuck on the top of his head so lightly, that it threatened to fall off every moment - and would have done so, very often, if the wearer had not had a knack of every now and then giving his head a sudden twitch, which brought it back to its old place again. Return to Original English Version

knuckles /ˈnʌkəlz/ — nós dos dedos; juntas da mão. Stumbling against a door on the landing, he rapped at it with his knuckles. Return to Original English Version

labourers /see source pronunciation/ — termo lexical. Good, strong, wholesome medicine, as was given with great success to two Irish labourers and a coal-heaver, only a week before - sent ’em for nothing, with a blackin’-bottle in, - and he sends back word that she shan’t take it, sir!” Return to Original English Version

labouring /ˈleɪbərɪŋ/ — esforçando-se; batalhando. “And it’s a great deal better, Work’us, that she died when she did, or else she’d have been hard labouring in Bridewell, or transported, or hung; which is more likely than either, isn’t it?” Return to Original English Version

laced /see source pronunciation/ — termo lexical. Mr. Bumble walked on with long strides; little Oliver, firmly grasping his gold-laced cuff, trotted beside him, inquiring at the end of every quarter of a mile whether they were “nearly there.” To these interrogations Mr. Bumble returned very brief and snappish replies; for the temporary blandness which gin-and-water awakens in some bosoms had by this time evaporated; and he was once again a beadle. Return to Original English Version

ladle /ˈleɪdl/ — concha de sopa. The master aimed a blow at Oliver’s head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arm; and shrieked aloud for the beadle. Return to Original English Version

ladled /ˈleɪdəld/ — serviu com concha. The room in which the boys were fed, was a large stone hall, with a copper at one end: out of which the master, dressed in an apron for the purpose, and assisted by one or two women, ladled the gruel at mealtimes. Return to Original English Version

lain /leɪn/ — jazido; estado deitado. But his heart was heavy, notwithstanding; and he wished, as he crept into his narrow bed, that that were his coffin, and that he could be lain in a calm and lasting sleep in the churchyard ground, with the tall grass waving gently above his head, and the sound of the old deep bell to soothe him in his sleep. Return to Original English Version

lairy /ˈlɛri/ — espalhafatoso; exibido (gíria britânica). “Tol de rol lol lol, right fol lairy, Work’us,” said Noah, as a tear rolled down Oliver’s cheek. Return to Original English Version

lamentations /ˌlæmenˈteɪʃənz/ — lamentações; prantos. When Noah saw that the intelligence he communicated perfectly paralysed Mr. Bumble, he imparted additional effect thereunto, by bewailing his dreadful wounds ten times louder than before; and when he observed a gentleman in a white waistcoat crossing the yard, he was more tragic in his lamentations than ever: rightly conceiving it highly expedient to attract the notice, and rouse the indignation, of the gentleman aforesaid. Return to Original English Version

landlady's /ˈlændˌleɪdiz/ — da senhoria. In others, he would stand about the inn-yards, and look mournfully at every one who passed: a proceeding which generally terminated in the landlady’s ordering one of the post-boys who were lounging about, to drive that strange boy out of the place, for she was sure he had come to steal something. Return to Original English Version

languish /ˈlæŋɡwɪʃ/ — definhar; enfraquecer aos poucos. At length, he began to languish for fresh air, and took many occasions of earnestly entreating the old gentleman to allow him to go out to work with his two companions. Return to Original English Version

lappel /ləˈpɛl/ — lapela. “Gadso!” said the undertaker: taking Mr. Bumble by the gilt-edged lappel of his official coat; “that’s just the very thing I wanted to speak to you about. Return to Original English Version

lapse /læps/ — intervalo; decurso (de tempo); deslize. At length, after a lapse of something more than an hour, Mr. Bumble, and Sowerberry, and the clerk, were seen running towards the grave. Return to Original English Version

lash /læʃ/ — chicotada; chicote; amarrar firme. He had listened to their taunts with a look of contempt; he had borne the lash without a cry: for he felt that pride swelling in his heart which would have kept down a shriek to the last, though they had roasted him alive. Return to Original English Version

leathern /ˈleðərn/ — de couro, arcaico. “And now about business,” said the beadle, taking out a leathern pocket-book. Return to Original English Version

leathers /ˈlɛðərz/ — artigos de couro; sapatos de couro. The shop-boys in the neighbourhood had long been in the habit of branding Noah in the public streets, with the ignominious epithets of “leathers,” “charity,” and the like; and Noah had borne them without reply. Return to Original English Version

leer /lɪr/ — olhar malicioso; esgar. “I hope I am, sir,” said Mr. Gamfield, with an ugly leer. Return to Original English Version

leetle /ˈliːtl/ — pequenininho (forma infantil). “Just a leetle drop, with a little cold water, and a lump of sugar.” Return to Original English Version

liberality /ˌlɪbəˈræləti/ — liberalidade; generosidade. The liberality of Mrs. Sowerberry to Oliver, had consisted of a profuse bestowal upon him of all the dirty odds and ends which nobody else would eat; so there was a great deal of meekness and self-devotion in her voluntarily remaining under Mr. Bumble’s heavy accusation, of which, to do her justice, she was wholly innocent, in thought, word, or deed. Return to Original English Version

lingered /ˈlɪŋərɛd/ — demorar-se; permanecer. Mr. Gamfield having lingered behind, to give the donkey another blow on the head, and another wrench of the jaw, as a caution not to run away in his absence, followed the gentleman with the white waistcoat into the room where Oliver had first seen him. Return to Original English Version

lingering /ˈlɪŋərɪŋ/ — demorar-se; permanecer. Oliver brushed away two or three tears that were lingering in his eyes; and seeing no board but the table, fortunately bowed to that. Return to Original English Version

listlessly /ˈlɪstləsli/ — apaticamente. He had been crouching on the step for some time: wondering at the great number of public-houses (every other house in Barnet was a tavern, large or small), gazing listlessly at the coaches as they passed through, and thinking how strange it seemed that they could do, with ease, in a few hours, what it had taken him a whole week of courage and determination beyond his years to accomplish: when he was roused by observing that a boy, who had passed him carelessly some minutes before, had returned, and was now surveying him most earnestly from the opposite side of the way. Return to Original English Version

livered /ˈlɪvərɛd/ — termo inglês: livered. Five of ’em strung up in a row, and none left to play booty, or turn white-livered!” Return to Original English Version

lodges /ˈlɑːdʒɪz/ — cabanas; pavilhões; malocas. “We only heard of the family the night before last,” said the beadle; “and we shouldn’t have known anything about them, then, only a woman who lodges in the same house made an application to the porochial committee for them to send the porochial surgeon to see a woman as was very bad. Return to Original English Version

lodgings /ˈlɑːdʒɪŋz/ — aposentos alugados; moradia alugada. “Got any lodgings?” Return to Original English Version

lonesomeness /ˈloʊnsəmnəs/ — solidão. The sun was rising in all its splendid beauty; but the light only served to show the boy his own lonesomeness and desolation, as he sat, with bleeding feet and covered with dust, upon a door-step. Return to Original English Version

lor /lɔː/ — nossa!; meu Deus!. “Lor bless her dear heart, no!” interposed the nurse, hastily depositing in her pocket a green glass bottle, the contents of which she had been tasting in a corner with evident satisfaction. Return to Original English Version

lotte /ʃɑːrˈlɒt/ — Charlotte. Char - lotte!” Return to Original English Version

lounging /ˈlaʊndʒɪŋ/ — vadiando; recostado à toa. Mr. Limbkins was standing in front of the desk on one side; and Mr. Gamfield, with a partially washed face, on the other; while two or three bluff-looking men, in top-boots, were lounging about. Return to Original English Version

ludicrous /ˈluːdɪkrəs/ — ridículo; absurdo. Master Bates saw something so exquisitely ludicrous in this reply, that he burst into another laugh; which laugh, meeting the coffee he was drinking, and carrying it down some wrong channel, very nearly terminated in his premature suffocation. Return to Original English Version

lumbering /ˈlʌmbərɪŋ/ — desajeitado e pesado. It is difficult for a large-headed, small-eyed youth, of lumbering make and heavy countenance, to look dignified under any circumstances; but it is more especially so, when superadded to these personal attractions are a red nose and yellow smalls. Return to Original English Version

lustily /ˈlʌstɪli/ — vigorosamente; com força. Oliver cried lustily. Return to Original English Version

luxuriant /lʌɡˈʒʊriənt/ — exuberante; viçoso; luxuriante. It cannot be expected that this system of farming would produce any very extraordinary or luxuriant crop. Return to Original English Version

ly /li/ — ly (sufixo de briefly). Mr. Bumble, how glad I am to see you, sure-ly!” Return to Original English Version

madgst'rate /ˈmædʒstreɪt/ — magistrado. “Why, a beak’s a madgst’rate; and when you walk by a beak’s order, it’s not straight forerd, but always agoing up, and niver a coming down agin. Return to Original English Version

magnanimously /mæɡˈnænɪməsli/ — magnanimamente. Upon this, the parish authorities magnanimously and humanely resolved, that Oliver should be “farmed,” or, in other words, that he should be dispatched to a branch-workhouse some three miles off, where twenty or thirty other juvenile offenders against the poor-laws, rolled about the floor all day, without the inconvenience of too much food or too much clothing, under the parental superintendence of an elderly female, who received the culprits at and for the consideration of sevenpence-halfpenny per small head per week. Return to Original English Version

magpie /ˈmæɡpaɪ/ — pega (ave). I’m at low-water-mark myself - only one bob and a magpie; but, as far as it goes, I’ll fork out and stump. Return to Original English Version

maker's /ˈmeɪkərz/ — do fabricante; do criador. When little Oliver was taken before “the gentlemen” that evening; and informed that he was to go, that night, as general house-lad to a coffin-maker’s; and that if he complained of his situation, or ever came back to the parish again, he would be sent to sea, there to be drowned, or knocked on the head, as the case might be, he evinced so little emotion, that they by common consent pronounced him a hardened young rascal, and ordered Mr. Bumble to remove him forthwith. Return to Original English Version

malignity /məˈlɪɡnəti/ — malignidade; má vontade. “Well!” exclaimed Mr. Bumble, stopping short, and darting at his little charge a look of intense malignity. Return to Original English Version

manifold /ˈmænɪfoʊld/ — múltiplo. The more the case presented itself to the board, in this point of view, the more manifold the advantages of the step appeared; so, they came to the conclusion that the only way of providing for Oliver effectually, was to send him to sea without delay. Return to Original English Version

mantelshelf /ˈmæntəl ʃelf/ — prateleira da lareira. In a frying-pan, which was on the fire, and which was secured to the mantelshelf by a string, some sausages were cooking; and standing over them, with a toasting-fork in his hand, was a very old shrivelled Jew, whose villainous-looking and repulsive face was obscured by a quantity of matted red hair. Return to Original English Version

manufactory /ˌmænjəˈfæktəri/ — fábrica. And so far from being denied the advantages of religious consolation, he was kicked into the same apartment every evening at prayer-time, and there permitted to listen to, and console his mind with, a general supplication of the boys, containing a special clause, therein inserted by authority of the board, in which they entreated to be made good, virtuous, contented, and obedient, and to be guarded from the sins and vices of Oliver Twist: whom the supplication distinctly set forth to be under the exclusive patronage and protection of the powers of wickedness, and an article direct from the manufactory of the very Devil himself. Return to Original English Version

marvellously /ˈmɑːrvələsli/ — maravilhosamente. It would have been _very_ like a Christian, and a marvellously good Christian too, if Oliver had prayed for the people who fed and took care of _him_. Return to Original English Version

matrimonial /ˌmætrɪˈmoʊniəl/ — matrimonial; conjugal. This is a very common and much-approved matrimonial course of treatment, which is often very effective. Return to Original English Version

matrimony /ˈmætrɪmoʊni/ — matrimônio. If he had hesitated for one instant to punish Oliver most severely, it must be quite clear to every experienced reader that he would have been, according to all precedents in disputes of matrimony established, a brute, an unnatural husband, an insulting creature, a base imitation of a man, and various other agreeable characters too numerous for recital within the limits of this chapter. Return to Original English Version

matted /ˈmætɪd/ — emaranhado; embaraçado; empastado. In a frying-pan, which was on the fire, and which was secured to the mantelshelf by a string, some sausages were cooking; and standing over them, with a toasting-fork in his hand, was a very old shrivelled Jew, whose villainous-looking and repulsive face was obscured by a quantity of matted red hair. Return to Original English Version

meagre /ˈmiːɡər/ — escasso; magro; parco. There had been no handkerchiefs to work upon, for two or three days, and the dinners had been rather meagre. Return to Original English Version

meanest /ˈmiːnɪst/ — o mais cruel; o mais mesquinho. But, now that fortune had cast in his way a nameless orphan, at whom even the meanest could point the finger of scorn, he retorted on him with interest. Return to Original English Version

meditated /ˈmɛdɪteɪtɪd/ — pensou em; ponderou. As this consideration forced itself upon him, he slackened his pace a little, and meditated upon his means of getting there. Return to Original English Version

meekly /ˈmiːkli/ — humildemente; mansamente. Oliver lingered no longer, but meekly followed his new mistress. Return to Original English Version

meekness /ˈmiːknəs/ — mansidão; humildade. The liberality of Mrs. Sowerberry to Oliver, had consisted of a profuse bestowal upon him of all the dirty odds and ends which nobody else would eat; so there was a great deal of meekness and self-devotion in her voluntarily remaining under Mr. Bumble’s heavy accusation, of which, to do her justice, she was wholly innocent, in thought, word, or deed. Return to Original English Version

melancholy /ˈmɛlənkəli/ — melancolia; tristeza pensativa. “There’s an expression of melancholy in his face, my dear,” resumed Mr. Sowerberry, “which is very interesting. Return to Original English Version

mell /mel/ — em pell-mell, à desfilada; em desordem. Noah stopped to make no reply, but started off at his fullest speed; and very much it astonished the people who were out walking, to see a charity-boy tearing through the streets pell-mell, with no cap on his head, and a clasp-knife at his eye. Return to Original English Version

menaced /ˈmɛnəst/ — ameaçava; apontava contra. The terrified children cried bitterly; but the old woman, who had hitherto remained as quiet as if she had been wholly deaf to all that passed, menaced them into silence. Return to Original English Version

mercies /ˈmɜːrsiz/ — misericórdias; graças. If he could have known that he was an orphan, left to the tender mercies of churchwardens and overseers, perhaps he would have cried the louder. Return to Original English Version

merriment /ˈmerimənt/ — alegria ruidosa; folguedo. As the wretched creature mumbled and chuckled in her hideous merriment, the undertaker turned to go away. Return to Original English Version

mildly /ˈmaɪldli/ — levemente; brandamente. Oliver mildly replied, that he had always heard a bird’s mouth described by the term in question. Return to Original English Version

millingtary /ˈmɪlɪŋtəri/ — militar. “Or the millingtary,” suggested Mr. Claypole. Return to Original English Version

millstone /ˈmɪlstoʊn/ — pedra circular usada para moer grãos. A porochial ’prentis, who is at present a dead-weight; a millstone, as I may say, round the porochial throat? Return to Original English Version

mingled /ˈmɪŋɡəld/ — misturou-se; misturava-se. But, as it chanced to be immediately under his nose, it followed, as a matter of course, that he looked all over his desk for it, without finding it; and happening in the course of his search to look straight before him, his gaze encountered the pale and terrified face of Oliver Twist: who, despite all the admonitory looks and pinches of Bumble, was regarding the repulsive countenance of his future master, with a mingled expression of horror and fear, too palpable to be mistaken, even by a half-blind magistrate. Return to Original English Version

mirth /mɜːrθ/ — riso; hilaridade. The gentleman in the white waistcoat appeared very much amused by this explanation; but his mirth was speedily checked by a look from Mr. Limbkins. Return to Original English Version

missis /ˈmɪsɪz/ — senhora; patroa; esposa. “Charlotte! missis! Return to Original English Version

misty /ˈmɪsti/ — enevoado; embaçado; nebuloso. There being nobody by, however, but a pauper old woman, who was rendered rather misty by an unwonted allowance of beer; and a parish surgeon who did such matters by contract; Oliver and Nature fought out the point between them. Return to Original English Version

mollified /ˈmɑːlɪfaɪd/ — apaziguado; abrandado. Although this invitation was accompanied with a curtsey that might have softened the heart of a churchwarden, it by no means mollified the beadle. Return to Original English Version

moment's /ˈmoʊmənts/ — de um momento. Mrs. Mann raised her hands in astonishment; but added, after a moment’s reflection, “How comes he to have any name at all, then?” Return to Original English Version

momentary /ˈmoʊmənˌtɛri/ — momentâneo. Mr. Bumble!” cried Noah, with well-affected dismay, and in tones so loud and agitated, that they not only caught the ear of Mr. Bumble himself, who happened to be hard by, but alarmed him so much that he rushed into the yard without his cocked hat, - which is a very curious and remarkable circumstance, as showing that even a beadle, acted upon a sudden and powerful impulse, may be afflicted with a momentary visitation of loss of self-possession, and forgetfulness of personal dignity. Return to Original English Version

monosyllable /ˈmɑːnəsɪləbəl/ — monossílabo. Oliver had been too often subjected to the process to which the very expressive monosyllable just recorded bears reference, to entertain the smallest doubt that the owner of the voice, whoever he might be, would redeem his pledge, most honourably. Return to Original English Version

monstrous /ˈmɒnstrəs/ — monstruoso. At this, the charity-boy looked monstrous fierce; and said that Oliver would want one before long, if he cut jokes with his superiors in that way. Return to Original English Version

morrice /ˈmɒrɪs/ — Morrice. Morrice!” Return to Original English Version

motionless /ˈmoʊʃənləs/ — imóvel; sem se mexer. For a long time, Oliver remained motionless in this attitude. Return to Original English Version

mouldering /ˈmoʊldərɪŋ/ — em decomposição; esboroando-se. A great many of the tenements had shop-fronts; but these were fast closed, and mouldering away; only the upper rooms being inhabited. Return to Original English Version

mournful /ˈmɔːrnfəl/ — lastimoso; pesaroso; fúnebre. The oldest inhabitants recollected no period at which measles had been so prevalent, or so fatal to infant existence; and many were the mournful processions which little Oliver headed, in a hat-band reaching down to his knees, to the indescribable admiration and emotion of all the mothers in the town. Return to Original English Version

mournfully /ˈmɔːrnfəli/ — tristemente; com pesar. In others, he would stand about the inn-yards, and look mournfully at every one who passed: a proceeding which generally terminated in the landlady’s ordering one of the post-boys who were lounging about, to drive that strange boy out of the place, for she was sure he had come to steal something. Return to Original English Version

muffin /ˈmʌfɪn/ — muffin; bolinho. That Oliver Twist was moved to resignation by the example of these good people, I cannot, although I am his biographer, undertake to affirm with any degree of confidence; but I can most distinctly say, that for many months he continued meekly to submit to the domination and ill-treatment of Noah Claypole: who used him far worse than before, now that his jealousy was roused by seeing the new boy promoted to the black stick and hat-band, while he, the old one, remained stationary in the muffin-cap and leathers. Return to Original English Version

mur /mɜːr/ — assassino, terrível. “Oh, you little un-grate-ful, mur-de-rous, hor-rid villain!” And between every syllable, Charlotte gave Oliver a blow with all her might: accompanying it with a scream, for the benefit of society. Return to Original English Version

musn't /ˈmʌsənt/ — não deve; não pode. “You musn’t say you saw me, Dick,” said Oliver. Return to Original English Version

mutes /mjuːts/ — pessoas mudas. Coffin-plates, elm-chips, bright-headed nails, and shreds of black cloth, lay scattered on the floor; and the wall behind the counter was ornamented with a lively representation of two mutes in very stiff neckcloths, on duty at a large private door, with a hearse drawn by four black steeds, approaching in the distance. Return to Original English Version

natures /ˈneɪtʃərz/ — naturezas. Excitable natures, Mrs. Sowerberry! Return to Original English Version

necessaries /ˈnesəseriz/ — artigos indispensáveis; apetrechos. “The jury brought it in, ‘Died from exposure to the cold, and want of the common necessaries of life,’ didn’t they?” Return to Original English Version

neckcloths /ˈnekklɒθs/ — lenços de pescoço. Coffin-plates, elm-chips, bright-headed nails, and shreds of black cloth, lay scattered on the floor; and the wall behind the counter was ornamented with a lively representation of two mutes in very stiff neckcloths, on duty at a large private door, with a hearse drawn by four black steeds, approaching in the distance. Return to Original English Version

needn't /ˈniːdənt/ — não preciso; não é preciso. “You needn’t mind sending up to me, if the child cries, nurse,” said the surgeon, putting on his gloves with great deliberation. Return to Original English Version

nettles /ˈnɛtəlz/ — urtigas. There was not so great a necessity for hurrying as Mr. Sowerberry had anticipated, however; for when they reached the obscure corner of the churchyard in which the nettles grew, and where the parish graves were made, the clergyman had not arrived; and the clerk, who was sitting by the vestry-room fire, seemed to think it by no means improbable that it might be an hour or so, before he came. Return to Original English Version

newyear's /ˌnuː ˈjɪərz/ — de Ano Novo. The board presented it to me on Newyear’s morning, Mr. Sowerberry. Return to Original English Version

nightfall /ˈnaɪtfɔːl/ — anoitecer; cair da noite. As John Dawkins objected to their entering London before nightfall, it was nearly eleven o’clock when they reached the turnpike at Islington. Return to Original English Version

nightly /ˈnaɪtli/ — noturno; todas as noites. Some houses which had become insecure from age and decay, were prevented from falling into the street, by huge beams of wood reared against the walls, and firmly planted in the road; but even these crazy dens seemed to have been selected as the nightly haunts of some houseless wretches, for many of the rough boards which supplied the place of door and window, were wrenched from their positions, to afford an aperture wide enough for the passage of a human body. Return to Original English Version

nimbly /ˈnɪmbli/ — agilmente; com destreza. All this time, the two boys followed him closely about: getting out of his sight, so nimbly, every time he turned round, that it was impossible to follow their motions. Return to Original English Version

niver /ˈnɪvər/ — nunca. “Why, a beak’s a madgst’rate; and when you walk by a beak’s order, it’s not straight forerd, but always agoing up, and niver a coming down agin. Return to Original English Version

nobleman /ˈnoʊbəlmən/ — nobre; fidalgo. Wrapped in the blanket which had hitherto formed his only covering, he might have been the child of a nobleman or a beggar; it would have been hard for the haughtiest stranger to have assigned him his proper station in society. Return to Original English Version

nosed /noʊzd/ — farejou; bisbilhotou. He was a snub-nosed, flat-browed, common-faced boy enough; and as dirty a juvenile as one would wish to see; but he had about him all the airs and manners of a man. Return to Original English Version

noses /ˈnoʊzɪz/ — narizes. To the performance of this feat, however, there was one obstacle: namely, that pocket-handkerchiefs being decided articles of luxury, had been, for all future times and ages, removed from the noses of paupers by the express order of the board, in council assembled: solemnly given and pronounced under their hands and seals. Return to Original English Version

nothink /ˈnʌθɪŋk/ — nada. Boys is wery obstinit, and wery lazy, Gen’l’men, and there’s nothink like a good hot blaze to make ’em come down vith a run. Return to Original English Version

notwithstanding /ˌnɑːtwɪθˈstændɪŋ/ — não obstante; apesar de. “And notwithstanding a offered reward of ten pound, which was afterwards increased to twenty pound. Return to Original English Version

nourishment /ˈnɜːrɪʃmənt/ — alimento; nutrição; sustento. The parish authorities inquired with dignity of the workhouse authorities, whether there was no female then domiciled in “the house” who was in a situation to impart to Oliver Twist, the consolation and nourishment of which he stood in need. Return to Original English Version

nudged /nʌdʒd/ — cutucou de leve; empurrou com o cotovelo. The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbors nudged him. Return to Original English Version

oakum /ˈoʊkəm/ — estopa. “So you’ll begin to pick oakum tomorrow morning at six o’clock,” added the surly one in the white waistcoat. Return to Original English Version

obedient /oʊˈbiːdiənt/ — obediente; submisso. And so far from being denied the advantages of religious consolation, he was kicked into the same apartment every evening at prayer-time, and there permitted to listen to, and console his mind with, a general supplication of the boys, containing a special clause, therein inserted by authority of the board, in which they entreated to be made good, virtuous, contented, and obedient, and to be guarded from the sins and vices of Oliver Twist: whom the supplication distinctly set forth to be under the exclusive patronage and protection of the powers of wickedness, and an article direct from the manufactory of the very Devil himself. Return to Original English Version

obeisance /oʊˈbeɪsəns/ — reverência; mesura. Oliver roused himself, and made his best obeisance. Return to Original English Version

obliging /əˈblaɪdʒɪŋ/ — prestativo; solícito. “Then I’ll whop yer when I get in,” said the voice; “you just see if I don’t, that’s all, my work’us brat!” and having made this obliging promise, the voice began to whistle. Return to Original English Version

obscured /əbˈskjʊrd/ — obscureceu; encoberto. In a frying-pan, which was on the fire, and which was secured to the mantelshelf by a string, some sausages were cooking; and standing over them, with a toasting-fork in his hand, was a very old shrivelled Jew, whose villainous-looking and repulsive face was obscured by a quantity of matted red hair. Return to Original English Version

observable /əbˈzɜːrvəbəl/ — observável; perceptível. It was observable, too, that ladies and gentlemen who were in passions of anguish during the ceremony of interment, recovered almost as soon as they reached home, and became quite composed before the tea-drinking was over. Return to Original English Version

obstinate /ˈɒbstɪnət/ — teimoso. Bumble shook his head, as he replied, “Obstinate people, Mr. Sowerberry; very obstinate. Return to Original English Version

obstinit /ˈɒbstɪnɪt/ — teimoso. Boys is wery obstinit, and wery lazy, Gen’l’men, and there’s nothink like a good hot blaze to make ’em come down vith a run. Return to Original English Version

occurance /əˈkɜːrəns/ — ocorrência. “Your master’s not at home; there’s not a man in the house, and he’ll kick that door down in ten minutes.” Oliver’s vigorous plunges against the bit of timber in question, rendered this occurance highly probable. Return to Original English Version

odours /ˈoʊdərz/ — odores (grafia britânica). The street was very narrow and muddy, and the air was impregnated with filthy odours. Return to Original English Version

offhand /ˌɔːfˈhænd/ — despreocupado; de improviso. He had gone out to dinner; but his ’prentice (which is a very clever lad) sent ’em some medicine in a blacking-bottle, offhand.” Return to Original English Version

officiously /əˈfɪʃəsli/ — de modo intrometido. Mrs. Mann ushered the beadle into a small parlour with a brick floor; placed a seat for him; and officiously deposited his cocked hat and cane on the table before him. Return to Original English Version

oho /oʊˈhoʊ/ — Oh-oh!; Ora vejam!. “Oho!” said the board, looking very knowing; “we are the fellows to set this to rights; we’ll stop it all, in no time.” So, they established the rule, that all poor people should have the alternative (for they would compel nobody, not they), of being starved by a gradual process in the house, or by a quick one out of it. Return to Original English Version

oratorical /ˌɒrəˈtɒrɪkəl/ — oratórico. Mr. Bumble had a great idea of his oratorical powers and his importance. Return to Original English Version

ordinarily /ˌɔːrdəˈnɛrəli/ — normalmente; em circunstâncias comuns. He had a penny too - a gift of Sowerberry’s after some funeral in which he had acquitted himself more than ordinarily well - in his pocket. Return to Original English Version

ornamented /ˈɔːrnəmɛntɪd/ — ornamentado; enfeitado. Coffin-plates, elm-chips, bright-headed nails, and shreds of black cloth, lay scattered on the floor; and the wall behind the counter was ornamented with a lively representation of two mutes in very stiff neckcloths, on duty at a large private door, with a hearse drawn by four black steeds, approaching in the distance. Return to Original English Version

outsides /ˈaʊtsaɪdz/ — lado de fora. When the outsides saw this, they put their halfpence back into their pockets again, declaring that he was an idle young dog, and didn’t deserve anything; and the coach rattled away and left only a cloud of dust behind. Return to Original English Version

overfed /ˌoʊvərˈfɛd/ — empanturrados; sobrealimentados. He wants the stick, now and then: it’ll do him good; and his board needn’t come very expensive, for he hasn’t been overfed since he was born. Return to Original English Version

overseer's /ˌɑʊvərsɪrz/ — excesso de seer. “She was brought here last night,” replied the old woman, “by the overseer’s order. Return to Original English Version

overseers /ˈoʊvərsiːərz/ — feitores. If he could have known that he was an orphan, left to the tender mercies of churchwardens and overseers, perhaps he would have cried the louder. Return to Original English Version

overtaken /ˌɑʊvərtækɛn/ — alcançar e ultrapassar. Though he was nearly five miles away from the town, he ran, and hid behind the hedges, by turns, till noon, fearing that he might be pursued and overtaken. Return to Original English Version

overthrew /ˌoʊvərˈθruː/ — derrubou; destronou. Crimson with fury, Oliver started up; overthrew the chair and table; seized Noah by the throat; shook him, in the violence of his rage, till his teeth chattered in his head; and collecting his whole force into one heavy blow, felled him to the ground. Return to Original English Version

paleness /ˈpeɪlnəs/ — palidez. “He has likewise attempted, sir, to murder the female servant,” said Mr. Bumble, with a face of ashy paleness. Return to Original English Version

palpable /ˈpælpəbəl/ — palpável; evidente. But, as it chanced to be immediately under his nose, it followed, as a matter of course, that he looked all over his desk for it, without finding it; and happening in the course of his search to look straight before him, his gaze encountered the pale and terrified face of Oliver Twist: who, despite all the admonitory looks and pinches of Bumble, was regarding the repulsive countenance of his future master, with a mingled expression of horror and fear, too palpable to be mistaken, even by a half-blind magistrate. Return to Original English Version

palpitating /ˈpælpɪteɪtɪŋ/ — palpitante. There the boy remained, with a palpitating heart, for half an hour. Return to Original English Version

paralysed /ˈpærəlaɪzd/ — paralisado. The assistants were paralysed with wonder; the boys with fear. Return to Original English Version

parishioners /pəˈrɪʃənərz/ — paroquianos. Occasionally, when there was some more than usually interesting inquest upon a parish child who had been overlooked in turning up a bedstead, or inadvertently scalded to death when there happened to be a washing - though the latter accident was very scarce, anything approaching to a washing being of rare occurrence in the farm - the jury would take it into their heads to ask troublesome questions, or the parishioners would rebelliously affix their signatures to a remonstrance. Return to Original English Version

parley /ˈpɑːrli/ — negociação. The accounts of his ferocity as related by Mrs. Sowerberry and Charlotte, were of so startling a nature, that Mr. Bumble judged it prudent to parley, before opening the door. Return to Original English Version

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parlour /ˈpɑːrlər/ — sala de visitas (grafia britânica). Mrs. Mann ushered the beadle into a small parlour with a brick floor; placed a seat for him; and officiously deposited his cocked hat and cane on the table before him. Return to Original English Version

parochial /pəˈroʊkiəl/ — paroquial. So, she appropriated the greater part of the weekly stipend to her own use, and consigned the rising parochial generation to even a shorter allowance than was originally provided for them. Return to Original English Version

parson /ˈpɑːrsən/ — pároco; vigário. Never told the old parson where they were. Return to Original English Version

pasted /ˈpeɪstɪd/ — colou. Oliver was ordered into instant confinement; and a bill was next morning pasted on the outside of the gate, offering a reward of five pounds to anybody who would take Oliver Twist off the hands of the parish. Return to Original English Version

pastimes /ˈpæstaɪmz/ — passatempos. This suggested itself as the very best thing that could possibly be done with him: the probability being, that the skipper would flog him to death, in a playful mood, some day after dinner, or would knock his brains out with an iron bar; both pastimes being, as is pretty generally known, very favourite and common recreations among gentleman of that class. Return to Original English Version

patchwork /ˈpætʃwɜːrk/ — trabalho de retalhos. As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, “Let me see the child, and die.” Return to Original English Version

patron's /ˈpeɪtrənz/ — do protetor; da benfeitora. Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Return to Original English Version

patronage /ˈpeɪtrənɪdʒ/ — condescendência. And so far from being denied the advantages of religious consolation, he was kicked into the same apartment every evening at prayer-time, and there permitted to listen to, and console his mind with, a general supplication of the boys, containing a special clause, therein inserted by authority of the board, in which they entreated to be made good, virtuous, contented, and obedient, and to be guarded from the sins and vices of Oliver Twist: whom the supplication distinctly set forth to be under the exclusive patronage and protection of the powers of wickedness, and an article direct from the manufactory of the very Devil himself. Return to Original English Version

peculiarly /pɪˈkjuːljərli/ — particularmente; de modo especial. “My dear - ” He was going to say more; but, Mrs. Sowerberry looking up, with a peculiarly unpropitious aspect, he stopped short. Return to Original English Version

peeped /piːpt/ — espiou. Oliver stopped, and peeped into the garden. Return to Original English Version

pell /pel/ — parte da expressão pell-mell (em desordem). Noah stopped to make no reply, but started off at his fullest speed; and very much it astonished the people who were out walking, to see a charity-boy tearing through the streets pell-mell, with no cap on his head, and a clasp-knife at his eye. Return to Original English Version

periodical /ˌpɪəriˈɒdɪkəl/ — periódico. Besides, the board made periodical pilgrimages to the farm, and always sent the beadle the day before, to say they were going. Return to Original English Version

perspiration /ˌpɜːrspəˈreɪʃən/ — transpiração; suor. Mr. Bumble wiped from his forehead the perspiration which his walk had engendered, glanced complacently at the cocked hat, and smiled. Return to Original English Version

perused /pəˈruːzd/ — leu atentamente; examinado. Mr. Gamfield smiled, too, as he perused the document; for five pounds was just the sum he had been wishing for; and, as to the boy with which it was encumbered, Mr. Gamfield, knowing what the dietary of the workhouse was, well knew he would be a nice small pattern, just the very thing for register stoves. Return to Original English Version

perusing /pəˈruːzɪŋ/ — lendo atentamente; percorrendo com os olhos. Behind a desk, sat two old gentleman with powdered heads: one of whom was reading the newspaper; while the other was perusing, with the aid of a pair of tortoise-shell spectacles, a small piece of parchment which lay before him. Return to Original English Version

pervade /pərˈveɪd/ — impregnar. As for exercise, it was nice cold weather, and he was allowed to perform his ablutions every morning under the pump, in a stone yard, in the presence of Mr. Bumble, who prevented his catching cold, and caused a tingling sensation to pervade his frame, by repeated applications of the cane. Return to Original English Version

perversely /pərˈvɜːrsli/ — perversamente; por pura contrariedade. Unfortunately for the experimental philosophy of the female to whose protecting care Oliver Twist was delivered over, a similar result usually attended the operation of _her_ system; for at the very moment when the child had contrived to exist upon the smallest possible portion of the weakest possible food, it did perversely happen in eight and a half cases out of ten, either that it sickened from want and cold, or fell into the fire from neglect, or got half-smothered by accident; in any one of which cases, the miserable little being was usually summoned into another world, and there gathered to the fathers it had never known in this. Return to Original English Version

pettishly /ˈpetɪʃli/ — com irritação birrenta. I dare say he will,” replied the lady pettishly, “on our victuals and our drink. Return to Original English Version

pewter /ˈpjuːtər/ — estanho; peltre. There was a deal table before the fire: upon which were a candle, stuck in a ginger-beer bottle, two or three pewter pots, a loaf and butter, and a plate. Return to Original English Version

pilgrimages /ˈpɪlgrəmɪʤɪz/ — visitas repetidas. Besides, the board made periodical pilgrimages to the farm, and always sent the beadle the day before, to say they were going. Return to Original English Version

pinioned /ˈpɪnjənd/ — com os braços presos. The master aimed a blow at Oliver’s head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arm; and shrieked aloud for the beadle. Return to Original English Version

piously /ˈpaɪəsli/ — piedosamente. “Dear, dear!” ejaculated Mrs. Sowerberry, piously raising her eyes to the kitchen ceiling: “this comes of being liberal!” Return to Original English Version

piteous /ˈpɪtiəs/ — lastimoso; de dar dó. Mr. Bumble regarded Oliver’s piteous and helpless look, with some astonishment, for a few seconds; hemmed three or four times in a husky manner; and after muttering something about “that troublesome cough,” bade Oliver dry his eyes and be a good boy. Return to Original English Version

piteously /ˈpɪtiəsli/ — lastimosamente; de modo comovente. At this tremendous sight, Oliver began to cry very piteously: thinking, not unnaturally, that the board must have determined to kill him for some useful purpose, or they never would have begun to fatten him up in that way. Return to Original English Version

placid /ˈplæsɪd/ — plácido; sereno. Nor a drop,” said Mr. Bumble, waving his right hand in a dignified, but placid manner. Return to Original English Version

plateful /ˈpleɪtfʊl/ — prato cheio. Oliver, whose eyes had glistened at the mention of meat, and who was trembling with eagerness to devour it, replied in the negative; and a plateful of coarse broken victuals was set before him. Return to Original English Version

pleasantry /ˈplezəntri/ — gracejo; amabilidade. His step was elastic, and his face betokened inward pleasantry, as he advanced to Mr. Bumble, and shook him cordially by the hand. Return to Original English Version

plummy /ˈplʌmi/ — frutado; rico; excelente. “Plummy and slam!” was the reply. Return to Original English Version

plunged /plʌndʒd/ — lançaram-se; precipitaram-se. Charlotte’s fist was by no means a light one; but, lest it should not be effectual in calming Oliver’s wrath, Mrs. Sowerberry plunged into the kitchen, and assisted to hold him with one hand, while she scratched his face with the other. Return to Original English Version

plunges /ˈplʌndʒɪz/ — corcoveios; arrancadas. “Your master’s not at home; there’s not a man in the house, and he’ll kick that door down in ten minutes.” Oliver’s vigorous plunges against the bit of timber in question, rendered this occurance highly probable. Return to Original English Version

plush /plʌʃ/ — pelúcia. For some time, Mr. Bumble drew Oliver along, without notice or remark; for the beadle carried his head very erect, as a beadle always should: and, it being a windy day, little Oliver was completely enshrouded by the skirts of Mr. Bumble’s coat as they blew open, and disclosed to great advantage his flapped waistcoat and drab plush knee-breeches. Return to Original English Version

poached /poʊtʃ/ — escalfado. Never poached upon old Fagin! Return to Original English Version

pointings /pɔɪntɪŋ/ — apontamentos. For the rest of the day, he was shut up in the back kitchen, in company with a pump and a slice of bread; and at night, Mrs. Sowerberry, after making various remarks outside the door, by no means complimentary to the memory of his mother, looked into the room, and, amidst the jeers and pointings of Noah and Charlotte, ordered him upstairs to his dismal bed. Return to Original English Version

poised /pɔɪzd/ — erguida; suspensa no ar. The fact is, that there was considerable difficulty in inducing Oliver to take upon himself the office of respiration, - a troublesome practice, but one which custom has rendered necessary to our easy existence; and for some time he lay gasping on a little flock mattress, rather unequally poised between this world and the next: the balance being decidedly in favour of the latter. Return to Original English Version

pommelled /ˈpʌməld/ — espancado; moído de pancada. In this favourable position of affairs, Noah rose from the ground, and pommelled him behind. Return to Original English Version

pomposity /pɒmˈpɒsəti/ — pomposidade. “Don’t make your eyes red, Oliver, but eat your food and be thankful,” said Mr. Bumble, in a tone of impressive pomposity. Return to Original English Version

pompously /ˈpɑːmpəsli/ — pomposamente; com solenidade. “Come,” said Mr. Bumble, somewhat less pompously, for it was gratifying to his feelings to observe the effect his eloquence had produced; “Come, Oliver! Return to Original English Version

pooh /puː/ — ora essa; bah. “Pooh! pooh! nonsense!” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. Return to Original English Version

poor's /pʊərz/ — dos pobres. “Oh!” replied the undertaker; “why, you know, Mr. Bumble, I pay a good deal towards the poor’s rates.” Return to Original English Version

pored /pɔːrd/ — debruçou-se sobre; estudou longamente. There seemed to be some very minute inscription on it; for the Jew laid it flat upon the table, and shading it with his hand, pored over it, long and earnestly. Return to Original English Version

porochial /pəˈroʊkiəl/ — paroquial. “Do you think this respectful or proper conduct, Mrs. Mann,” inquired Mr. Bumble, grasping his cane, “to keep the parish officers a waiting at your garden-gate, when they come here upon porochial business with the porochial orphans? Return to Original English Version

porringer /ˈpɒrɪndʒər/ — tigela pequena. Of this festive composition each boy had one porringer, and no more - except on occasions of great public rejoicing, when he had two ounces and a quarter of bread besides. Return to Original English Version

precedents /ˈpresɪdənts/ — precedentes. If he had hesitated for one instant to punish Oliver most severely, it must be quite clear to every experienced reader that he would have been, according to all precedents in disputes of matrimony established, a brute, an unnatural husband, an insulting creature, a base imitation of a man, and various other agreeable characters too numerous for recital within the limits of this chapter. Return to Original English Version

precepts /ˈpriːsepts/ — preceitos. Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Return to Original English Version

precursor /priːˈkɜːrsər/ — precursor. Oliver’s colour rose as he said this; he breathed quickly; and there was a curious working of the mouth and nostrils, which Mr. Claypole thought must be the immediate precursor of a violent fit of crying. Return to Original English Version

prefixed /ˈpriːfɪkst/ — colocado antes. Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter. Return to Original English Version

prelude /ˈpreljuːd/ — prelúdio. With this view he gave a kick at the outside, by way of prelude; and, then, applying his mouth to the keyhole, said, in a deep and impressive tone: Return to Original English Version

prentice /ˈprentɪs/ — aprendiz (forma popular). “You’re a going to be made a ’prentice of, Oliver.” Return to Original English Version

prentis /əˈprɛntɪs/ — aprendiz, colocar como aprendiz. “This here boy, sir, wot the parish wants to ’prentis,” said Mr. Gamfield. Return to Original English Version

presentiment /prɪˈzɛntɪmənt/ — pressentimento. I felt a strange presentiment from the very first, that that audacious young savage would come to be hung!” Return to Original English Version

presuming /prɪˈzuːmɪŋ/ — presumindo; supondo; atrevido. Be this as it may, however, it _was_ his ninth birthday; and he was keeping it in the coal-cellar with a select party of two other young gentleman, who, after participating with him in a sound thrashing, had been locked up for atrociously presuming to be hungry, when Mrs. Mann, the good lady of the house, was unexpectedly startled by the apparition of Mr. Bumble, the beadle, striving to undo the wicket of the garden-gate. Return to Original English Version

profane /prəˈfeɪn/ — profanar; profano. For a week after the commission of the impious and profane offence of asking for more, Oliver remained a close prisoner in the dark and solitary room to which he had been consigned by the wisdom and mercy of the board. Return to Original English Version

proffered /ˈprɑːfərd/ — oferecido; estendido. “You’ll make your fortune, Mr. Sowerberry,” said the beadle, as he thrust his thumb and forefinger into the proffered snuff-box of the undertaker: which was an ingenious little model of a patent coffin. Return to Original English Version

profuse /prəˈfjuːs/ — profuso; abundante; pródigo. The liberality of Mrs. Sowerberry to Oliver, had consisted of a profuse bestowal upon him of all the dirty odds and ends which nobody else would eat; so there was a great deal of meekness and self-devotion in her voluntarily remaining under Mr. Bumble’s heavy accusation, of which, to do her justice, she was wholly innocent, in thought, word, or deed. Return to Original English Version

promptness /ˈprɒmptnəs/ — prontidão. “Ah, there’s promptness,” said the undertaker. Return to Original English Version

prophetic /prʌfɛtɪk/ — profético. Nobody controverted the prophetic gentleman’s opinion. Return to Original English Version

prosper /ˈprɑːspər/ — prosperar. The sole places that seemed to prosper amid the general blight of the place, were the public-houses; and in them, the lowest orders of Irish were wrangling with might and main. Return to Original English Version

protectress /prəˈtɛktrəs/ — protetora. Oliver, having had by this time as much of the outer coat of dirt which encrusted his face and hands, removed, as could be scrubbed off in one washing, was led into the room by his benevolent protectress. Return to Original English Version

protruded /proʊˈtruːdɪd/ — sobressaía; projetava-se. The old woman’s face was wrinkled; her two remaining teeth protruded over her under lip; and her eyes were bright and piercing. Return to Original English Version

protégé /ˈproʊtəʒeɪ/ — protegido. This led to a more friendly and confidential dialogue; from which Oliver discovered that his friend’s name was Jack Dawkins, and that he was a peculiar pet and _protégé_ of the elderly gentleman before mentioned. Return to Original English Version

prudent /prudʌnt/ — prudente. Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter. Return to Original English Version

pursuance /pərˈsuːəns/ — cumprimento; execução de. In pursuance of this determination, little Oliver, to his excessive astonishment, was released from bondage, and ordered to put himself into a clean shirt. Return to Original English Version

putrefying /ˈpjuːtrɪfaɪɪŋ/ — apodrecendo. The very rats, which here and there lay putrefying in its rottenness, were hideous with famine. Return to Original English Version

quartered /ˈkwɔːrtərd/ — dividido em quatro; alojado. That same evening, the gentleman in the white waistcoat most positively and decidedly affirmed, not only that Oliver would be hung, but that he would be drawn and quartered into the bargain. Return to Original English Version

quartern /ˈkwɔːtən/ — quarta parte (medida antiga). The next day, (the family having been meanwhile relieved with a half-quartern loaf and a piece of cheese, left with them by Mr. Bumble himself,) Oliver and his master returned to the miserable abode; where Mr. Bumble had already arrived, accompanied by four men from the workhouse, who were to act as bearers. Return to Original English Version

queerest /ˈkwɪrɪst/ — os mais esquisitos; os mais estranhos. The boy who addressed this inquiry to the young wayfarer, was about his own age: but one of the queerest looking boys that Oliver had even seen. Return to Original English Version

quickest /ˈkwɪkəst/ — o mais rápido. “Though I must say,” continued the undertaker, resuming the current of observations which the beadle had interrupted: “though I must say, Mr. Bumble, that I have to contend against one very great disadvantage: which is, that all the stout people go off the quickest. Return to Original English Version

quivered /ˈkwɪv.ərd/ — tremeu. He trembled very much though; for, even in his terror, Oliver could see that the knife quivered in the air. Return to Original English Version

rampacious /ræmˈpeɪʃəs/ — indomável; turbulento. Everybody knows the story of another experimental philosopher who had a great theory about a horse being able to live without eating, and who demonstrated it so well, that he had got his own horse down to a straw a day, and would unquestionably have rendered him a very spirited and rampacious animal on nothing at all, if he had not died, four-and-twenty hours before he was to have had his first comfortable bait of air. Return to Original English Version

rapidity /rəˈpɪdəti/ — rapidez; celeridade. At last, the Dodger trod upon his toes, or ran upon his boot accidently, while Charley Bates stumbled up against him behind; and in that one moment they took from him, with the most extraordinary rapidity, snuff-box, note-case, watch-guard, chain, shirt-pin, pocket-handkerchief, even the spectacle-case. Return to Original English Version

rapped /ræp/ — dar uma batida leve. Stumbling against a door on the landing, he rapped at it with his knuckles. Return to Original English Version

raps /ræp/ — batidas leves. Liberal terms, Mr. Sowerberry, liberal terms?” As Mr. Bumble spoke, he raised his cane to the bill above him, and gave three distinct raps upon the words “five pounds”: which were printed thereon in Roman capitals of gigantic size. Return to Original English Version

rattled /ˈrætəld/ — sacudiu; fez chocalhar. When the outsides saw this, they put their halfpence back into their pockets again, declaring that he was an idle young dog, and didn’t deserve anything; and the coach rattled away and left only a cloud of dust behind. Return to Original English Version

raving /ˈreɪvɪŋ/ — delirante; furioso. The undertaker offered no reply to this raving; but producing a tape from his pocket, knelt down for a moment by the side of the body. Return to Original English Version

reared rɪrd — ergueu. Some houses which had become insecure from age and decay, were prevented from falling into the street, by huge beams of wood reared against the walls, and firmly planted in the road; but even these crazy dens seemed to have been selected as the nightly haunts of some houseless wretches, for many of the rough boards which supplied the place of door and window, were wrenched from their positions, to afford an aperture wide enough for the passage of a human body. Return to Original English Version

rebelliously /rɪˈbeljəsli/ — de modo rebelde. Occasionally, when there was some more than usually interesting inquest upon a parish child who had been overlooked in turning up a bedstead, or inadvertently scalded to death when there happened to be a washing - though the latter accident was very scarce, anything approaching to a washing being of rare occurrence in the farm - the jury would take it into their heads to ask troublesome questions, or the parishioners would rebelliously affix their signatures to a remonstrance. Return to Original English Version

recital /rɪˈsaɪtəl/ — narrativa; relato detalhado. If he had hesitated for one instant to punish Oliver most severely, it must be quite clear to every experienced reader that he would have been, according to all precedents in disputes of matrimony established, a brute, an unnatural husband, an insulting creature, a base imitation of a man, and various other agreeable characters too numerous for recital within the limits of this chapter. Return to Original English Version

reclosed riːˈkloʊzd — fechou novamente. He softly reclosed the door. Return to Original English Version

recollect /ˌrekəˈlekt/ — recordar; recompor-se. “I recollect,” said the undertaker. Return to Original English Version

recollected /ˌrekəˈlektɪd/ — recordou-se; recompôs-se. The oldest inhabitants recollected no period at which measles had been so prevalent, or so fatal to infant existence; and many were the mournful processions which little Oliver headed, in a hat-band reaching down to his knees, to the indescribable admiration and emotion of all the mothers in the town. Return to Original English Version

recollection /ˌrekəˈlekʃən/ — recordação; lembrança. He took the hint at once, for the fist had been too often impressed upon his body not to be deeply impressed upon his recollection. Return to Original English Version

recommenced /ˌriːkəˈmenst/ — recomeçou. At this point of Mr. Bumble’s discourse, Oliver, just hearing enough to know that some allusion was being made to his mother, recommenced kicking, with a violence that rendered every other sound inaudible. Return to Original English Version

recreations ˌrɛkriˈeɪʃənz — diversões. This suggested itself as the very best thing that could possibly be done with him: the probability being, that the skipper would flog him to death, in a playful mood, some day after dinner, or would knock his brains out with an iron bar; both pastimes being, as is pretty generally known, very favourite and common recreations among gentleman of that class. Return to Original English Version

regaled /rɪˈɡeɪld/ — regalou; entreteve com fartura. The donkey was in a state of profound abstraction: wondering, probably, whether he was destined to be regaled with a cabbage-stalk or two when he had disposed of the two sacks of soot with which the little cart was laden; so, without noticing the word of command, he jogged onward. Return to Original English Version

rejoicing rɪˈdʒɔɪsɪŋ — alegrando-se. Of this festive composition each boy had one porringer, and no more - except on occasions of great public rejoicing, when he had two ounces and a quarter of bread besides. Return to Original English Version

rejoined riːˈdʒɔɪnd — reuniu-se. “So do I,” rejoined the undertaker. Return to Original English Version

relieving /rɪˈliːvɪŋ/ — aliviando; rendendo a guarda. “And they made it a special verdict, I think,” said the undertaker, “by adding some words to the effect, that if the relieving officer had - ” Return to Original English Version

relish ˈrɛlɪʃ — acompanhamento saboroso. There is only one thing I should like better; and that would be to see the Philosopher making the same sort of meal himself, with the same relish. Return to Original English Version

remonstrance /rɪˈmɑːnstrəns/ — protesto; reclamação formal. Occasionally, when there was some more than usually interesting inquest upon a parish child who had been overlooked in turning up a bedstead, or inadvertently scalded to death when there happened to be a washing - though the latter accident was very scarce, anything approaching to a washing being of rare occurrence in the farm - the jury would take it into their heads to ask troublesome questions, or the parishioners would rebelliously affix their signatures to a remonstrance. Return to Original English Version

repent /rɪˈpent/ — arrepender-se. Dead men never repent; dead men never bring awkward stories to light. Return to Original English Version

repulsive /rɪˈpʌlsɪv/ — repulsivo; repugnante. But, as it chanced to be immediately under his nose, it followed, as a matter of course, that he looked all over his desk for it, without finding it; and happening in the course of his search to look straight before him, his gaze encountered the pale and terrified face of Oliver Twist: who, despite all the admonitory looks and pinches of Bumble, was regarding the repulsive countenance of his future master, with a mingled expression of horror and fear, too palpable to be mistaken, even by a half-blind magistrate. Return to Original English Version

respiration /ˌrespəˈreɪʃən/ — respiração. The fact is, that there was considerable difficulty in inducing Oliver to take upon himself the office of respiration, - a troublesome practice, but one which custom has rendered necessary to our easy existence; and for some time he lay gasping on a little flock mattress, rather unequally poised between this world and the next: the balance being decidedly in favour of the latter. Return to Original English Version

resuming /rɪˈzuːmɪŋ/ — retomando; reassumindo. “Though I must say,” continued the undertaker, resuming the current of observations which the beadle had interrupted: “though I must say, Mr. Bumble, that I have to contend against one very great disadvantage: which is, that all the stout people go off the quickest. Return to Original English Version

retorted ritɔrtɪd — replicar. But, now that fortune had cast in his way a nameless orphan, at whom even the meanest could point the finger of scorn, he retorted on him with interest. Return to Original English Version

reversion rɪvɜrʒʌn — retorno. In great families, when an advantageous place cannot be obtained, either in possession, reversion, remainder, or expectancy, for the young man who is growing up, it is a very general custom to send him to sea. Return to Original English Version

roasting /ˈroʊstɪŋ/ — assando; assado; tostando. It’s humane too, gen’l’men, acause, even if they’ve stuck in the chimbley, roasting their feet makes ’em struggle to hextricate theirselves.” Return to Original English Version

robes /roʊbz/ — mantos; togas. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none. Return to Original English Version

rol /rɒl/ — bobagem. “Tol de rol lol lol, right fol lairy, Work’us,” said Noah, as a tear rolled down Oliver’s cheek. Return to Original English Version

rottenness ˈrɑːtənnəs — podridão. The very rats, which here and there lay putrefying in its rottenness, were hideous with famine. Return to Original English Version

rous /rəs/ — -oso (fragmento de "murderous" = assassino). “Oh, you little un-grate-ful, mur-de-rous, hor-rid villain!” And between every syllable, Charlotte gave Oliver a blow with all her might: accompanying it with a scream, for the benefit of society. Return to Original English Version

rouse raʊz — despertar. When Noah saw that the intelligence he communicated perfectly paralysed Mr. Bumble, he imparted additional effect thereunto, by bewailing his dreadful wounds ten times louder than before; and when he observed a gentleman in a white waistcoat crossing the yard, he was more tragic in his lamentations than ever: rightly conceiving it highly expedient to attract the notice, and rouse the indignation, of the gentleman aforesaid. Return to Original English Version

roused raʊzd — despertar. Oliver roused himself, and made his best obeisance. Return to Original English Version

roystering /ˈrɔɪstərɪŋ/ — farreando; fazendo folia. He was, altogether, as roystering and swaggering a young gentleman as ever stood four feet six, or something less, in the bluchers. Return to Original English Version

rueful /ˈruːfəl/ — contrito; de ar aflito. Having rested here, for a minute or so, to collect a good burst of sobs and an imposing show of tears and terror, he knocked loudly at the wicket; and presented such a rueful face to the aged pauper who opened it, that even he, who saw nothing but rueful faces about him at the best of times, started back in astonishment. Return to Original English Version

ruffian /ˈrʌfiən/ — rufião; brutamontes. Take down the shutters, yer idle young ruffian!” With this, Mr. Claypole administered a kick to Oliver, and entered the shop with a dignified air, which did him great credit. Return to Original English Version

rumour /ˈruːmər/ — rumor; boato. It was very unlike their general mode of doing business, if they had; but still, as he had no particular wish to revive the rumour, he twisted his cap in his hands, and walked slowly from the table. Return to Original English Version

rustled /ˈrʌsəld/ — farfalhavam. As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, “Let me see the child, and die.” Return to Original English Version

sadler's /ˈsædlərz/ — Sadler's Wells. They crossed from the Angel into St. John’s Road; struck down the small street which terminates at Sadler’s Wells Theatre; through Exmouth Street and Coppice Row; down the little court by the side of the workhouse; across the classic ground which once bore the name of Hockley-in-the-Hole; thence into Little Saffron Hill; and so into Saffron Hill the Great: along which the Dodger scudded at a rapid pace, directing Oliver to follow close at his heels. Return to Original English Version

salutary /ˈsæljəteri/ — salutar. The board, in imitation of so wise and salutary an example, took counsel together on the expediency of shipping off Oliver Twist, in some small trading vessel bound to a good unhealthy port. Return to Original English Version

salutation /ˌsæljəˈteɪʃən/ — saudação; cumprimento. Now, Mr. Bumble was a fat man, and a choleric; so, instead of responding to this open-hearted salutation in a kindred spirit, he gave the little wicket a tremendous shake, and then bestowed upon it a kick which could have emanated from no leg but a beadle’s. Return to Original English Version

sanction /ˈsæŋkʃən/ — sanção; aprovação. “We refuse to sanction these indentures,” said the old gentleman: tossing aside the piece of parchment as he spoke. Return to Original English Version

sanguinary /ˈsæŋɡwɪneri/ — sanguinário. Such agony, please, sir!” And here, Noah writhed and twisted his body into an extensive variety of eel-like positions; thereby giving Mr. Bumble to understand that, from the violent and sanguinary onset of Oliver Twist, he had sustained severe internal injury and damage, from which he was at that moment suffering the acutest torture. Return to Original English Version

sanguine /ˈsæŋɡwɪn/ — otimista; confiante. Mr. Gamfield’s most sanguine estimate of his finances could not raise them within full five pounds of the desired amount; and, in a species of arithmetical desperation, he was alternately cudgelling his brains and his donkey, when passing the workhouse, his eyes encountered the bill on the gate. Return to Original English Version

saucepan /ˈsɔːspæn/ — panela. There was no other person in the room but the old Jew, who was boiling some coffee in a saucepan for breakfast, and whistling softly to himself as he stirred it round and round, with an iron spoon. Return to Original English Version

saucepan's /ˈsɔːspænz/ — da panela. He saw the Jew with his half-closed eyes; heard his low whistling; and recognised the sound of the spoon grating against the saucepan’s sides: and yet the self-same senses were mentally engaged, at the same time, in busy action with almost everybody he had ever known. Return to Original English Version

scalded /\u02c8sk\u0254\u02ccld\u026ad/ — escaldou. Occasionally, when there was some more than usually interesting inquest upon a parish child who had been overlooked in turning up a bedstead, or inadvertently scalded to death when there happened to be a washing - though the latter accident was very scarce, anything approaching to a washing being of rare occurrence in the farm - the jury would take it into their heads to ask troublesome questions, or the parishioners would rebelliously affix their signatures to a remonstrance. Return to Original English Version

scarcely /\u02c8sk\u025brsli/ — mal. Oliver had not been within the walls of the workhouse a quarter of an hour, and had scarcely completed the demolition of a second slice of bread, when Mr. Bumble, who had handed him over to the care of an old woman, returned; and, telling him it was a board night, informed him that the board had said he was to appear before it forthwith. Return to Original English Version

scorn /skɔːrn/ — desdém; desprezo. But, now that fortune had cast in his way a nameless orphan, at whom even the meanest could point the finger of scorn, he retorted on him with interest. Return to Original English Version

scowled /skˈaʊld/ — franziu a testa. The angry flush had not disappeared, however; and when he was pulled out of his prison, he scowled boldly on Noah, and looked quite undismayed. Return to Original English Version

scowling /skˈaʊlɪŋ/ — franzindo a testa. “You were not awake an hour ago?” said the Jew, scowling fiercely on the boy. Return to Original English Version

scrubbed /skrʌbd/ — esfregou. Oliver, having had by this time as much of the outer coat of dirt which encrusted his face and hands, removed, as could be scrubbed off in one washing, was led into the room by his benevolent protectress. Return to Original English Version

scudded /skəd/ — correu velozmente. They crossed from the Angel into St. John’s Road; struck down the small street which terminates at Sadler’s Wells Theatre; through Exmouth Street and Coppice Row; down the little court by the side of the workhouse; across the classic ground which once bore the name of Hockley-in-the-Hole; thence into Little Saffron Hill; and so into Saffron Hill the Great: along which the Dodger scudded at a rapid pace, directing Oliver to follow close at his heels. Return to Original English Version

seizing /ˈsiːzɪŋ/ — agarrando; apoderando-se de; aproveitando. “Oh, you little wretch!” screamed Charlotte: seizing Oliver with her utmost force, which was about equal to that of a moderately strong man in particularly good training. Return to Original English Version

sepulchral /səˈpʌlkrəl/ — sepulcral. The stars seemed, to the boy’s eyes, farther from the earth than he had ever seen them before; there was no wind; and the sombre shadows thrown by the trees upon the ground, looked sepulchral and death-like, from being so still. Return to Original English Version

sevenpence ˈsɛvənpəns — sete pence. Upon this, the parish authorities magnanimously and humanely resolved, that Oliver should be “farmed,” or, in other words, that he should be dispatched to a branch-workhouse some three miles off, where twenty or thirty other juvenile offenders against the poor-laws, rolled about the floor all day, without the inconvenience of too much food or too much clothing, under the parental superintendence of an elderly female, who received the culprits at and for the consideration of sevenpence-halfpenny per small head per week. Return to Original English Version

severally ˈsɛvərəli — separadamente. At least half a dozen more were severally drawn forth from the same box, and surveyed with equal pleasure; besides rings, brooches, bracelets, and other articles of jewellery, of such magnificent materials, and costly workmanship, that Oliver had no idea, even of their names. Return to Original English Version

shan't ??nt — n?o vou. Why, the husband sends back word that the medicine won’t suit his wife’s complaint, and so she shan’t take it - says she shan’t take it, sir! Return to Original English Version

shielding /ˈʃiːldɪŋ/ — protegendo. “There’s two on you,” said the man, thrusting the candle farther out, and shielding his eyes with his hand. Return to Original English Version

shillins /ˈʃɪlɪnz/ — xelins. “The kind and blessed gentleman which is so many parents to you, Oliver, when you have none of your own: are a going to “prentice” you: and to set you up in life, and make a man of you: although the expense to the parish is three pound ten! - three pound ten, Oliver! - seventy shillins - one hundred and forty sixpences! - and all for a naughty orphan which nobody can’t love.” Return to Original English Version

shouldered /ʃəʊldɜːd/ — carregou no ombro. Against the wall were ranged, in regular array, a long row of elm boards cut in the same shape: looking in the dim light, like high-shouldered ghosts with their hands in their breeches pockets. Return to Original English Version

shovelled /ˈʃʌvəld/ — cavou com a pá (grafia britânica). The grave-digger shovelled in the earth; stamped it loosely down with his feet: shouldered his spade; and walked off, followed by the boys, who murmured very loud complaints at the fun being over so soon. Return to Original English Version

shreds /ʃredz/ — tiras; farrapos. Coffin-plates, elm-chips, bright-headed nails, and shreds of black cloth, lay scattered on the floor; and the wall behind the counter was ornamented with a lively representation of two mutes in very stiff neckcloths, on duty at a large private door, with a hearse drawn by four black steeds, approaching in the distance. Return to Original English Version

shriek /ʃriːk/ — grito agudo; guincho. He had listened to their taunts with a look of contempt; he had borne the lash without a cry: for he felt that pride swelling in his heart which would have kept down a shriek to the last, though they had roasted him alive. Return to Original English Version

shrieked ʃrikt — gritou agudamente. The master aimed a blow at Oliver’s head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arm; and shrieked aloud for the beadle. Return to Original English Version

shrivelled /ʃrɪvʌl/ — murchou. In a frying-pan, which was on the fire, and which was secured to the mantelshelf by a string, some sausages were cooking; and standing over them, with a toasting-fork in his hand, was a very old shrivelled Jew, whose villainous-looking and repulsive face was obscured by a quantity of matted red hair. Return to Original English Version

shrugging /ˈʃrʌɡɪŋ/ — encolhendo os ombros. “Aha!” said the Jew, shrugging up his shoulders, and distorting every feature with a hideous grin. Return to Original English Version

shrunken ʃrʌŋkʌn — encolhido. It was rather expensive at first, in consequence of the increase in the undertaker’s bill, and the necessity of taking in the clothes of all the paupers, which fluttered loosely on their wasted, shrunken forms, after a week or two’s gruel. Return to Original English Version

shuddered /ˈʃʌdərd/ — estremeceu; teve um arrepio. She imprinted her cold white lips passionately on its forehead; passed her hands over her face; gazed wildly round; shuddered; fell back - and died. Return to Original English Version

sickened /ˈsɪkənd/ — enojou; adoeceu. Unfortunately for the experimental philosophy of the female to whose protecting care Oliver Twist was delivered over, a similar result usually attended the operation of _her_ system; for at the very moment when the child had contrived to exist upon the smallest possible portion of the weakest possible food, it did perversely happen in eight and a half cases out of ten, either that it sickened from want and cold, or fell into the fire from neglect, or got half-smothered by accident; in any one of which cases, the miserable little being was usually summoned into another world, and there gathered to the fathers it had never known in this. Return to Original English Version

sickening /ˈsɪkənɪŋ/ — nauseante; repugnante; angustiante. “Oh, it’s sickening,” replied the beadle. Return to Original English Version

sinds /sɪndz/ — manda. “That’s acause they damped the straw afore they lit it in the chimbley to make ’em come down again,” said Gamfield; “that’s all smoke, and no blaze; vereas smoke ain’t o’ no use at all in making a boy come down, for it only sinds him to sleep, and that’s wot he likes. Return to Original English Version

sivin /ˈsɪvən/ — sete. “Walking for sivin days!” said the young gentleman. Return to Original English Version

skulked /skʌlkt/ — escondeu-se; esgueirou-se. The houses on either side were high and large, but very old, and tenanted by people of the poorest class: as their neglected appearance would have sufficiently denoted, without the concurrent testimony afforded by the squalid looks of the few men and women who, with folded arms and bodies half doubled, occasionally skulked along. Return to Original English Version

slackened /ˈslækʌnd/ — afrouxou. As this consideration forced itself upon him, he slackened his pace a little, and meditated upon his means of getting there. Return to Original English Version

slapping /ˈslæpɪŋ/ — dando tapas; batendo com a mão. At such times, he would look constantly round him, for fear of thieves, and would keep slapping all his pockets in turn, to see that he hadn’t lost anything, in such a very funny and natural manner, that Oliver laughed till the tears ran down his face. Return to Original English Version

slatternly /ˈslætərnli/ — desleixado; desmazelado. Get downstairs, little bag o’ bones.” With this, the undertaker’s wife opened a side door, and pushed Oliver down a steep flight of stairs into a stone cell, damp and dark: forming the ante-room to the coal-cellar, and denominated “kitchen”; wherein sat a slatternly girl, in shoes down at heel, and blue worsted stockings very much out of repair. Return to Original English Version

sly /slaɪ/ — matreiro; malicioso. “He doats on it, your worship,” replied Bumble; giving Oliver a sly pinch, to intimate that he had better not say he didn’t. Return to Original English Version

slyly /ˈslaɪli/ — astutamente; à socapa. “Well,” said the Jew, glancing slyly at Oliver, and addressing himself to the Dodger, “I hope you’ve been at work this morning, my dears?” Return to Original English Version

smalls /smɔːlz/ — culotes. It is difficult for a large-headed, small-eyed youth, of lumbering make and heavy countenance, to look dignified under any circumstances; but it is more especially so, when superadded to these personal attractions are a red nose and yellow smalls. Return to Original English Version

smothered /ˈsmʌðərd/ — sufocado; abafado; contido. Unfortunately for the experimental philosophy of the female to whose protecting care Oliver Twist was delivered over, a similar result usually attended the operation of _her_ system; for at the very moment when the child had contrived to exist upon the smallest possible portion of the weakest possible food, it did perversely happen in eight and a half cases out of ten, either that it sickened from want and cold, or fell into the fire from neglect, or got half-smothered by accident; in any one of which cases, the miserable little being was usually summoned into another world, and there gathered to the fathers it had never known in this. Return to Original English Version

snappish /ˈsnæpɪʃ/ — irritadiço. Mr. Bumble walked on with long strides; little Oliver, firmly grasping his gold-laced cuff, trotted beside him, inquiring at the end of every quarter of a mile whether they were “nearly there.” To these interrogations Mr. Bumble returned very brief and snappish replies; for the temporary blandness which gin-and-water awakens in some bosoms had by this time evaporated; and he was once again a beadle. Return to Original English Version

snivelling /ˈsnɪvəlɪŋ/ — choramingando; fungando. “What’s set you a snivelling now?” Return to Original English Version

snub /snʌb/ — desprezar; deter com uma corda; arrebitado. He was a snub-nosed, flat-browed, common-faced boy enough; and as dirty a juvenile as one would wish to see; but he had about him all the airs and manners of a man. Return to Original English Version

sobriquet /ˌsoʊbrəˈkɛt/ — apelido. Mr. Dawkins’s appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the comforts which his patron’s interest obtained for those whom he took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among his intimate friends he was better known by the _sobriquet_ of “The Artful Dodger,” Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto been thrown away upon him. Return to Original English Version

sociably /ˈsoʊʃəbli/ — de modo sociável. As for society, he was carried every other day into the hall where the boys dined, and there sociably flogged as a public warning and example. Return to Original English Version

sojourning /ˈsoʊʤərnɪŋ/ — em estadia temporária. Oliver had been sojourning at the undertaker’s some three weeks or a month. Return to Original English Version

solemn /ˈsɑləm/ — solene. The board were sitting in solemn conclave, when Mr. Bumble rushed into the room in great excitement, and addressing the gentleman in the high chair, said, Return to Original English Version

solemnity /səˈlɛmnəti/ — solenidade. At length the whispering ceased; and the members of the board, having resumed their seats and their solemnity, Mr. Limbkins said: Return to Original English Version

sombre /ˈsɑːmbər/ — sombrio. The stars seemed, to the boy’s eyes, farther from the earth than he had ever seen them before; there was no wind; and the sombre shadows thrown by the trees upon the ground, looked sepulchral and death-like, from being so still. Return to Original English Version

somethink /ˈsʌmθɪŋk/ — alguma coisa. Now, will you take a little drop of somethink, Mr. Bumble?” Return to Original English Version

soothe /suːð/ — acalmar; aliviar; abrandar. But his heart was heavy, notwithstanding; and he wished, as he crept into his narrow bed, that that were his coffin, and that he could be lain in a calm and lasting sleep in the churchyard ground, with the tall grass waving gently above his head, and the sound of the old deep bell to soothe him in his sleep. Return to Original English Version

sortin /ˈsɔːrtɪn/ — separando; classificando. “Yes, he’s a sortin’ the wipes. Return to Original English Version

spectable /ˈspɛktəbəl/ — respeitável. “If the parish vould like him to learn a right pleasant trade, in a good ’spectable chimbley-sweepin’ bisness,” said Mr. Gamfield, “I wants a ’prentis, and I am ready to take him.” Return to Original English Version

spectacles /ˈspɛktəkəlz/ — óculos. Behind a desk, sat two old gentleman with powdered heads: one of whom was reading the newspaper; while the other was perusing, with the aid of a pair of tortoise-shell spectacles, a small piece of parchment which lay before him. Return to Original English Version

speedily /ˈspiːdəli/ — rapidamente; prontamente. But these impertinences were speedily checked by the evidence of the surgeon, and the testimony of the beadle; the former of whom had always opened the body and found nothing inside (which was very probable indeed), and the latter of whom invariably swore whatever the parish wanted; which was very self-devotional. Return to Original English Version

spelt /spelt/ — soletrou (grafia britânica). So, he spelt the bill through again, from beginning to end; and then, touching his fur cap in token of humility, accosted the gentleman in the white waistcoat. Return to Original English Version

splashes /ˈsplæʃɪz/ — respingos; sons de impacto na água. The boys polished them with their spoons till they shone again; and when they had performed this operation (which never took very long, the spoons being nearly as large as the bowls), they would sit staring at the copper, with such eager eyes, as if they could have devoured the very bricks of which it was composed; employing themselves, meanwhile, in sucking their fingers most assiduously, with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon. Return to Original English Version

sprightly /ˈspraɪtli/ — vivo; desembaraçado. He had scarcely washed himself, and made everything tidy, by emptying the basin out of the window, agreeably to the Jew’s directions, when the Dodger returned: accompanied by a very sprightly young friend, whom Oliver had seen smoking on the previous night, and who was now formally introduced to him as Charley Bates. Return to Original English Version

sprung /sprʌŋ/ — saltou. Withdrawing his other hand from Mr. Bumble’s he covered his face with both; and wept until the tears sprung out from between his chin and bony fingers. Return to Original English Version

spurning /ˈspɜrnɪŋ/ — rejeitando com desprezo. At such time, a mortal knows just enough of what his mind is doing, to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers, its bounding from earth and spurning time and space, when freed from the restraint of its corporeal associate. Return to Original English Version

squalid /ˈskwɑːlɪd/ — esquálido; imundo. The houses on either side were high and large, but very old, and tenanted by people of the poorest class: as their neglected appearance would have sufficiently denoted, without the concurrent testimony afforded by the squalid looks of the few men and women who, with folded arms and bodies half doubled, occasionally skulked along. Return to Original English Version

stagnant /ˈstæɡnənt/ — estagnado; parado. The kennel was stagnant and filthy. Return to Original English Version

standers /ˈstændərz/ — vigias no alto do mastro. He stepped back from the keyhole; drew himself up to his full height; and looked from one to another of the three by-standers, in mute astonishment. Return to Original English Version

startling /ˈstɑːrtlɪŋ/ — surpreendente; assustador. The accounts of his ferocity as related by Mrs. Sowerberry and Charlotte, were of so startling a nature, that Mr. Bumble judged it prudent to parley, before opening the door. Return to Original English Version

stature /ˈstætʃər/ — estatura; envergadura moral. Oliver Twist’s ninth birthday found him a pale thin child, somewhat diminutive in stature, and decidedly small in circumference. Return to Original English Version

staunch /stɔːntʃ/ — firme; leal. Staunch to the last! Return to Original English Version

steeds /stiːdz/ — corcéis. Coffin-plates, elm-chips, bright-headed nails, and shreds of black cloth, lay scattered on the floor; and the wall behind the counter was ornamented with a lively representation of two mutes in very stiff neckcloths, on duty at a large private door, with a hearse drawn by four black steeds, approaching in the distance. Return to Original English Version

stile /staɪl/ — degraus para passar a cerca. Oliver reached the stile at which the by-path terminated; and once more gained the high-road. Return to Original English Version

stillness /ˈstɪlnəs/ — quietude. It was not until he was left alone in the silence and stillness of the gloomy workshop of the undertaker, that Oliver gave way to the feelings which the day’s treatment may be supposed likely to have awakened in a mere child. Return to Original English Version

stipend /ˈstaɪpɛnd/ — estipêndio. So, she appropriated the greater part of the weekly stipend to her own use, and consigned the rising parochial generation to even a shorter allowance than was originally provided for them. Return to Original English Version

stipendiary /staɪˈpɛndiɛri/ — remunerado. Are you aweer, Mrs. Mann, that you are, as I may say, a porochial delegate, and a stipendiary?” Return to Original English Version

stooped /stuːpt/ — curvou-se. “Ah, poor dear, so it is!” said the nurse, picking up the cork of the green bottle, which had fallen out on the pillow, as she stooped to take up the child. Return to Original English Version

stoves /stoʊvz/ — fogões. Mr. Gamfield smiled, too, as he perused the document; for five pounds was just the sum he had been wishing for; and, as to the boy with which it was encumbered, Mr. Gamfield, knowing what the dietary of the workhouse was, well knew he would be a nice small pattern, just the very thing for register stoves. Return to Original English Version

straightway /ˈstreɪtweɪ/ — imediatamente; no mesmo instante. If the inkstand had been where the old gentleman thought it was, he would have dipped his pen into it, and signed the indentures, and Oliver would have been straightway hurried off. Return to Original English Version

strides /straɪdz/ — passadas largas. Mr. Bumble walked on with long strides; little Oliver, firmly grasping his gold-laced cuff, trotted beside him, inquiring at the end of every quarter of a mile whether they were “nearly there.” To these interrogations Mr. Bumble returned very brief and snappish replies; for the temporary blandness which gin-and-water awakens in some bosoms had by this time evaporated; and he was once again a beadle. Return to Original English Version

strode /stroʊd/ — caminhou a passos largos. “Why, he was so angry, Oliver, that he forgot even to ask after you!” said Mr. Sowerberry, looking after the beadle as he strode down the street. Return to Original English Version

strung /strʌŋ/ — pendurou; enfiou num cordão. Five of ’em strung up in a row, and none left to play booty, or turn white-livered!” Return to Original English Version

stuffing /ˈstʌfɪŋ/ — enchimento; recheio. Assisting Oliver to rise, the young gentleman took him to an adjacent chandler’s shop, where he purchased a sufficiency of ready-dressed ham and a half-quartern loaf, or, as he himself expressed it, “a fourpenny bran!” the ham being kept clean and preserved from dust, by the ingenious expedient of making a hole in the loaf by pulling out a portion of the crumb, and stuffing it therein. Return to Original English Version

stump /stʌmp/ — toco; cepo; coto. I’m at low-water-mark myself - only one bob and a magpie; but, as far as it goes, I’ll fork out and stump. Return to Original English Version

stun /stʌn/ — atordoar. He then gave him another blow on the head, just to stun him till he came back again. Return to Original English Version

stupefied /ˈstuːpɪfaɪd/ — estarrecido; atordoado. He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to the copper. Return to Original English Version

sturdy /ˈstɜːrdi/ — robusto; resistente. But nature or inheritance had implanted a good sturdy spirit in Oliver’s breast. Return to Original English Version

sufficiency /səˈfɪʃənsi/ — suficiência. Charlotte,” said Mrs. Sowerberry: speaking as well as she could, through a deficiency of breath, and a sufficiency of cold water, which Noah had poured over her head and shoulders. Return to Original English Version

sullenness /ˈsʌlənnəs/ — mau humor calado. The simple fact was, that Oliver, instead of possessing too little feeling, possessed rather too much; and was in a fair way of being reduced, for life, to a state of brutal stupidity and sullenness by the ill usage he had received. Return to Original English Version

superadded /ˌsuːpərˈædɪd/ — acrescentou. It is difficult for a large-headed, small-eyed youth, of lumbering make and heavy countenance, to look dignified under any circumstances; but it is more especially so, when superadded to these personal attractions are a red nose and yellow smalls. Return to Original English Version

superintendence /ˌsuːpərɪnˈtendəns/ — superintendência. Upon this, the parish authorities magnanimously and humanely resolved, that Oliver should be “farmed,” or, in other words, that he should be dispatched to a branch-workhouse some three miles off, where twenty or thirty other juvenile offenders against the poor-laws, rolled about the floor all day, without the inconvenience of too much food or too much clothing, under the parental superintendence of an elderly female, who received the culprits at and for the consideration of sevenpence-halfpenny per small head per week. Return to Original English Version

superlative /suːˈpɜrlətɪv/ — superlativo; excepcional. Notwithstanding the most superlative, and, I may say, supernat’ral exertions on the part of this parish,” said Bumble, “we have never been able to discover who is his father, or what was his mother’s settlement, name, or condition.” Return to Original English Version

supernat'ral /ˌsuːpərˈnætʃrəl/ — sobrenatural. Notwithstanding the most superlative, and, I may say, supernat’ral exertions on the part of this parish,” said Bumble, “we have never been able to discover who is his father, or what was his mother’s settlement, name, or condition.” Return to Original English Version

supperless /ˈsʌpərləs/ — sem jantar. Whenever the Dodger or Charley Bates came home at night, empty-handed, he would expatiate with great vehemence on the misery of idle and lazy habits; and would enforce upon them the necessity of an active life, by sending them supperless to bed. Return to Original English Version

supplication /ˌsʌplɪˈkeɪʃən/ — súplica; rogo. And so far from being denied the advantages of religious consolation, he was kicked into the same apartment every evening at prayer-time, and there permitted to listen to, and console his mind with, a general supplication of the boys, containing a special clause, therein inserted by authority of the board, in which they entreated to be made good, virtuous, contented, and obedient, and to be guarded from the sins and vices of Oliver Twist: whom the supplication distinctly set forth to be under the exclusive patronage and protection of the powers of wickedness, and an article direct from the manufactory of the very Devil himself. Return to Original English Version

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supposing /səˈpoʊzɪŋ/ — supondo. As I purpose to show in the sequel whether the white waistcoated gentleman was right or not, I should perhaps mar the interest of this narrative (supposing it to possess any at all), if I ventured to hint just yet, whether the life of Oliver Twist had this violent termination or no. Return to Original English Version

surly /ˈsɜːrli/ — rabugentos; mal-encarados. “So you’ll begin to pick oakum tomorrow morning at six o’clock,” added the surly one in the white waistcoat. Return to Original English Version

surmounting /sərˈmaʊntɪŋ/ — superando; encimando. “A clean shirt,” thought Oliver, “is a very comfortable thing; and so are two pairs of darned stockings; and so is a penny; but they are small helps to a sixty-five miles’ walk in winter time.” But Oliver’s thoughts, like those of most other people, although they were extremely ready and active to point out his difficulties, were wholly at a loss to suggest any feasible mode of surmounting them; so, after a good deal of thinking to no particular purpose, he changed his little bundle over to the other shoulder, and trudged on. Return to Original English Version

surplice /ˈsɜrplɪs/ — sobrepeliz. Immediately afterwards, the clergyman appeared: putting on his surplice as he came along. Return to Original English Version

surveying /sərˈveɪɪŋ/ — topografia; agrimensura. He had been crouching on the step for some time: wondering at the great number of public-houses (every other house in Barnet was a tavern, large or small), gazing listlessly at the coaches as they passed through, and thinking how strange it seemed that they could do, with ease, in a few hours, what it had taken him a whole week of courage and determination beyond his years to accomplish: when he was roused by observing that a boy, who had passed him carelessly some minutes before, had returned, and was now surveying him most earnestly from the opposite side of the way. Return to Original English Version

swaggering /ˈswæɡərɪŋ/ — fanfarrão; arrogante. He was, altogether, as roystering and swaggering a young gentleman as ever stood four feet six, or something less, in the bluchers. Return to Original English Version

sweepin /ˈswiːpɪŋ/ — limpeza de chaminés. “If the parish vould like him to learn a right pleasant trade, in a good ’spectable chimbley-sweepin’ bisness,” said Mr. Gamfield, “I wants a ’prentis, and I am ready to take him.” Return to Original English Version

sweetness /ˈswiːtnəs/ — doçura; suavidade. “Now don’t you be offended at what I’m a going to say,” observed Mrs. Mann, with captivating sweetness. Return to Original English Version

swiftest /ˈswɪftɪst/ — mais rápido. Noah Claypole ran along the streets at his swiftest pace, and paused not once for breath, until he reached the workhouse-gate. Return to Original English Version

swoon /swuːn/ — desmaio; desfalecimento. The man who had never once moved, since he had taken his station by the grave side, started, raised his head, stared at the person who had addressed him, walked forward for a few paces; and fell down in a swoon. Return to Original English Version

syllable /ˈsɪləbəl/ — sílaba. “Oh, you little un-grate-ful, mur-de-rous, hor-rid villain!” And between every syllable, Charlotte gave Oliver a blow with all her might: accompanying it with a scream, for the benefit of society. Return to Original English Version

tainted /ˈteɪntɪd/ — contaminado; manchado. The atmosphere seemed tainted with the smell of coffins. Return to Original English Version

tantalising /ˈtæntəlaɪzɪŋ/ — provocante; atormentando com algo desejado. One day, Oliver and Noah had descended into the kitchen at the usual dinner-hour, to banquet upon a small joint of mutton - a pound and a half of the worst end of the neck; when Charlotte being called out of the way, there ensued a brief interval of time, which Noah Claypole, being hungry and vicious, considered he could not possibly devote to a worthier purpose than aggravating and tantalising young Oliver Twist. Return to Original English Version

taunts /tɔnts/ — insultos; provoca. He had listened to their taunts with a look of contempt; he had borne the lash without a cry: for he felt that pride swelling in his heart which would have kept down a shriek to the last, though they had roasted him alive. Return to Original English Version

temerity /təˈmerəti/ — temeridade; audácia. He rose from the table; and advancing to the master, basin and spoon in hand, said: somewhat alarmed at his own temerity: Return to Original English Version

tenanted /ˈtenəntɪd/ — ocupado por inquilinos. The houses on either side were high and large, but very old, and tenanted by people of the poorest class: as their neglected appearance would have sufficiently denoted, without the concurrent testimony afforded by the squalid looks of the few men and women who, with folded arms and bodies half doubled, occasionally skulked along. Return to Original English Version

tenements /ˈtɛnəmənts/ — cortiços; prédios de moradia popular. A great many of the tenements had shop-fronts; but these were fast closed, and mouldering away; only the upper rooms being inhabited. Return to Original English Version

terminates /ˈtɜːrmɪneɪts/ — termina; acaba em. They crossed from the Angel into St. John’s Road; struck down the small street which terminates at Sadler’s Wells Theatre; through Exmouth Street and Coppice Row; down the little court by the side of the workhouse; across the classic ground which once bore the name of Hockley-in-the-Hole; thence into Little Saffron Hill; and so into Saffron Hill the Great: along which the Dodger scudded at a rapid pace, directing Oliver to follow close at his heels. Return to Original English Version

theirselves /ðeəˈsɛlvz/ — eles mesmos; elas mesmas. It’s humane too, gen’l’men, acause, even if they’ve stuck in the chimbley, roasting their feet makes ’em struggle to hextricate theirselves.” Return to Original English Version

thence /ðɛns/ — dali; a partir de lá. They crossed from the Angel into St. John’s Road; struck down the small street which terminates at Sadler’s Wells Theatre; through Exmouth Street and Coppice Row; down the little court by the side of the workhouse; across the classic ground which once bore the name of Hockley-in-the-Hole; thence into Little Saffron Hill; and so into Saffron Hill the Great: along which the Dodger scudded at a rapid pace, directing Oliver to follow close at his heels. Return to Original English Version

thenceforth /ˌðensˈfɔːrθ/ — daí em diante. He had been wondering, with his eyes fixed on the magistrates’ powder, whether all boards were born with that white stuff on their heads, and were boards from thenceforth on that account. Return to Original English Version

therein /ðɛrˈɪn/ — nisso; nessa matéria. And so far from being denied the advantages of religious consolation, he was kicked into the same apartment every evening at prayer-time, and there permitted to listen to, and console his mind with, a general supplication of the boys, containing a special clause, therein inserted by authority of the board, in which they entreated to be made good, virtuous, contented, and obedient, and to be guarded from the sins and vices of Oliver Twist: whom the supplication distinctly set forth to be under the exclusive patronage and protection of the powers of wickedness, and an article direct from the manufactory of the very Devil himself. Return to Original English Version

thereon /ðɛrˈɑːn/ — nele; sobre aquilo. The boys polished them with their spoons till they shone again; and when they had performed this operation (which never took very long, the spoons being nearly as large as the bowls), they would sit staring at the copper, with such eager eyes, as if they could have devoured the very bricks of which it was composed; employing themselves, meanwhile, in sucking their fingers most assiduously, with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon. Return to Original English Version

theretofore /ˌðeətəˈfɔːr/ — até então; anteriormente. They made a great many other wise and humane regulations, having reference to the ladies, which it is not necessary to repeat; kindly undertook to divorce poor married people, in consequence of the great expense of a suit in Doctors’ Commons; and, instead of compelling a man to support his family, as they had theretofore done, took his family away from him, and made him a bachelor! Return to Original English Version

thereunto /ˌðeərˈʌntuː/ — a isso; ao referido. When Noah saw that the intelligence he communicated perfectly paralysed Mr. Bumble, he imparted additional effect thereunto, by bewailing his dreadful wounds ten times louder than before; and when he observed a gentleman in a white waistcoat crossing the yard, he was more tragic in his lamentations than ever: rightly conceiving it highly expedient to attract the notice, and rouse the indignation, of the gentleman aforesaid. Return to Original English Version

thereupon /ˌðɛrəˈpɑːn/ — então; logo em seguida. Oliver stared innocently in Mr. Bumble’s face at this somewhat contradictory style of address; but that gentleman prevented his offering any remark thereupon, by leading him at once into an adjoining room: the door of which was open. Return to Original English Version

this'll /ˈðɪsəl/ — isso vai. “I only hope this’ll teach master not to have any more of these dreadful creatures, that are born to be murderers and robbers from their very cradle. Return to Original English Version

thrashed /θræʃt/ — surrou; debulhou. Mr. Bumble then thrashed a boy or two, to keep up appearances; and the reverend gentleman, having read as much of the burial service as could be compressed into four minutes, gave his surplice to the clerk, and walked away again. Return to Original English Version

thrashing /ˈθræʃɪŋ/ — surra; debulha do grão. Be this as it may, however, it _was_ his ninth birthday; and he was keeping it in the coal-cellar with a select party of two other young gentleman, who, after participating with him in a sound thrashing, had been locked up for atrociously presuming to be hungry, when Mrs. Mann, the good lady of the house, was unexpectedly startled by the apparition of Mr. Bumble, the beadle, striving to undo the wicket of the garden-gate. Return to Original English Version

threadbare /ˈθrɛdbɛr/ — puído; gasto pelo uso. Mr. Sowerberry was a tall gaunt, large-jointed man, attired in a suit of threadbare black, with darned cotton stockings of the same colour, and shoes to answer. Return to Original English Version

thrusting /ˈθrʌstɪŋ/ — enfiando; impelindo com força. Is that you, Mr. Bumble, sir?” said Mrs. Mann, thrusting her head out of the window in well-affected ecstasies of joy. Return to Original English Version

ticketed /ˈtɪkɪtɪd/ — com etiqueta. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once - a parish child - the orphan of a workhouse - the humble, half-starved drudge - to be cuffed and buffeted through the world - despised by all, and pitied by none. Return to Original English Version

tickled /ˈtɪkəld/ — provocavam cócegas. Mr. Sowerberry was much tickled at this: as of course he ought to be; and laughed a long time without cessation. Return to Original English Version

timid /ˈtɪmɪd/ — tímido; receoso. One timid look around - one moment’s pause of hesitation - he had closed it behind him, and was in the open street. Return to Original English Version

timidly /ˈtɪmɪdli/ — timidamente; com receio. Oliver, being left to himself in the undertaker’s shop, set the lamp down on a workman’s bench, and gazed timidly about him with a feeling of awe and dread, which many people a good deal older than he will be at no loss to understand. Return to Original English Version

tingling /ˈtɪŋɡlɪŋ/ — formigando. As for exercise, it was nice cold weather, and he was allowed to perform his ablutions every morning under the pump, in a stone yard, in the presence of Mr. Bumble, who prevented his catching cold, and caused a tingling sensation to pervade his frame, by repeated applications of the cane. Return to Original English Version

toiling /ˈtɔɪlɪŋ/ — subindo com grande esforço. He remembered to have seen the waggons, as they went out, toiling up the hill. Return to Original English Version

tol /toʊl/ — tol (sílaba di canção, não se traduz). “Tol de rol lol lol, right fol lairy, Work’us,” said Noah, as a tear rolled down Oliver’s cheek. Return to Original English Version

tombstones /ˈtuːmstoʊnz/ — lápides. So, they put the bier on the brink of the grave; and the two mourners waited patiently in the damp clay, with a cold rain drizzling down, while the ragged boys whom the spectacle had attracted into the churchyard played a noisy game at hide-and-seek among the tombstones, or varied their amusements by jumping backwards and forwards over the coffin. Return to Original English Version

tormentor /tɔːrˈmentər/ — algoz; atormentador. His breast heaved; his attitude was erect; his eye bright and vivid; his whole person changed, as he stood glaring over the cowardly tormentor who now lay crouching at his feet; and defied him with an energy he had never known before. Return to Original English Version

tortures /ˈtɔːrtʃərz/ — tortura. Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation for three months: at last they got so voracious and wild with hunger, that one boy, who was tall for his age, and hadn’t been used to that sort of thing (for his father had kept a small cook-shop), hinted darkly to his companions, that unless he had another basin of gruel _per diem_, he was afraid he might some night happen to eat the boy who slept next him, who happened to be a weakly youth of tender age. Return to Original English Version

tottered /ˈtɒtərd/ — cambaleou. Having unloosened the cravat of the man who still remained extended on the ground, she tottered towards the undertaker. Return to Original English Version

treachery /ˈtrɛtʃəri/ — traição. For the next eight or ten months, Oliver was the victim of a systematic course of treachery and deception. Return to Original English Version

tremulous /ˈtrɛmjələs/ — trêmulo; vacilante. “Yes, sir,” replied Oliver, in a low, tremulous voice. Return to Original English Version

tressels /ˈtrɛsəlz/ — cavaletes. An unfinished coffin on black tressels, which stood in the middle of the shop, looked so gloomy and death-like that a cold tremble came over him, every time his eyes wandered in the direction of the dismal object: from which he almost expected to see some frightful form slowly rear its head, to drive him mad with terror. Return to Original English Version

trinkets /ˈtrɪŋkɪts/ — pequenas joias; berloques. Having replaced these trinkets, the Jew took out another: so small that it lay in the palm of his hand. Return to Original English Version

trod /trɒd/ — pisou; caminhou. At last, the Dodger trod upon his toes, or ran upon his boot accidently, while Charley Bates stumbled up against him behind; and in that one moment they took from him, with the most extraordinary rapidity, snuff-box, note-case, watch-guard, chain, shirt-pin, pocket-handkerchief, even the spectacle-case. Return to Original English Version

trotted /ˈtrɑːtɪd/ — foi trotando; seguiu a passo miúdo. Mr. Bumble walked on with long strides; little Oliver, firmly grasping his gold-laced cuff, trotted beside him, inquiring at the end of every quarter of a mile whether they were “nearly there.” To these interrogations Mr. Bumble returned very brief and snappish replies; for the temporary blandness which gin-and-water awakens in some bosoms had by this time evaporated; and he was once again a beadle. Return to Original English Version

trudged /trʌdʒd/ — caminhou com esforço. “A clean shirt,” thought Oliver, “is a very comfortable thing; and so are two pairs of darned stockings; and so is a penny; but they are small helps to a sixty-five miles’ walk in winter time.” But Oliver’s thoughts, like those of most other people, although they were extremely ready and active to point out his difficulties, were wholly at a loss to suggest any feasible mode of surmounting them; so, after a good deal of thinking to no particular purpose, he changed his little bundle over to the other shoulder, and trudged on. Return to Original English Version

tumbler /ˈtʌmblər/ — copo de vidro sem pé. Oliver ate his share, and the Jew then mixed him a glass of hot gin and water, telling him he must drink it off directly, because another gentleman wanted the tumbler. Return to Original English Version

turnpike /ˈtɜːrnpaɪk/ — estrada com pedágio. In fact, if it had not been for a good-hearted turnpike-man, and a benevolent old lady, Oliver’s troubles would have been shortened by the very same process which had put an end to his mother’s; in other words, he would most assuredly have fallen dead upon the king’s highway. Return to Original English Version

tush /tʌʃ/ — presa; ora!; bobagem!. “Tush! Return to Original English Version

twined /twaɪnd/ — enrolaram-se; enlaçaram. They starved her!” He twined his hands in his hair; and, with a loud scream, rolled grovelling upon the floor: his eyes fixed, and the foam covering his lips. Return to Original English Version

twinkling /ˈtwɪŋklɪŋ/ — um piscar de olhos; um instante. Oliver’s offence having been explained to him, with such exaggerations as the ladies thought best calculated to rouse his ire, he unlocked the cellar-door in a twinkling, and dragged his rebellious apprentice out, by the collar. Return to Original English Version

twitched /twɪtʃt/ — contraíram-se; estremeceram. Intent upon this innocent amusement, Noah put his feet on the table-cloth; and pulled Oliver’s hair; and twitched his ears; and expressed his opinion that he was a “sneak”; and furthermore announced his intention of coming to see him hanged, whenever that desirable event should take place; and entered upon various topics of petty annoyance, like a malicious and ill-conditioned charity-boy as he was. Return to Original English Version

two's /tuːz/ — dois. It was rather expensive at first, in consequence of the increase in the undertaker’s bill, and the necessity of taking in the clothes of all the paupers, which fluttered loosely on their wasted, shrunken forms, after a week or two’s gruel. Return to Original English Version

twopence /ˈtʌpəns/ — dois pence; por quase nada. No chance-child was he, for he could trace his genealogy all the way back to his parents, who lived hard by; his mother being a washerwoman, and his father a drunken soldier, discharged with a wooden leg, and a diurnal pension of twopence-halfpenny and an unstateable fraction. Return to Original English Version

unaccountable /ˌʌnəˈkaʊntəbəl/ — inexplicável. As Mr. Gamfield did happen to labour under the slight imputation of having bruised three or four boys to death already, it occurred to him that the board had, perhaps, in some unaccountable freak, taken it into their heads that this extraneous circumstance ought to influence their proceedings. Return to Original English Version

unadorned /ˌʌnəˈdɔːrnd/ — sem adornos; simples. At the expiration of which time Mr. Bumble thrust in his head, unadorned with the cocked hat, and said aloud: Return to Original English Version

unbarred /ˌʌnˈbɑːrd/ — destrancado. With the first ray of light that struggled through the crevices in the shutters, Oliver arose, and again unbarred the door. Return to Original English Version

unbecoming /ˌʌnbɪˈkʌmɪŋ/ — impróprio; que não fica bem. You’ve raised a artificial soul and spirit in him, ma’am unbecoming a person of his condition: as the board, Mrs. Sowerberry, who are practical philosophers, will tell you. Return to Original English Version

unconsciously /ˌənˈkɑnʃəsli/ — inconscientemente. The gentleman who spoke last was unconsciously right. Return to Original English Version

unconsciousness /ˌənˈkɑnʃəsnɪs/ — inconsciência. He little thought, as he lay sleeping in happy unconsciousness of all around him, that the board had that very day arrived at a decision which would exercise the most material influence over all his future fortunes. Return to Original English Version

undertook /ˌʌndərˈtʊk/ — comprometeram-se; encarregaram-se. They made a great many other wise and humane regulations, having reference to the ladies, which it is not necessary to repeat; kindly undertook to divorce poor married people, in consequence of the great expense of a suit in Doctors’ Commons; and, instead of compelling a man to support his family, as they had theretofore done, took his family away from him, and made him a bachelor! Return to Original English Version

undid /ʌnˈdɪd/ — desfez; abriu. Having gazed cautiously round him, and listened intently, he gently undid the fastenings of the door, and looked abroad. Return to Original English Version

undiminished /ˌʌndɪˈmɪnɪʃt/ — não diminuído; intacto. Sowerberry had not yet returned, and Oliver continued to kick, with undiminished vigour, at the cellar-door. Return to Original English Version

undismayed /ʌndɪsmæiɛd/ — sem se intimidar. The angry flush had not disappeared, however; and when he was pulled out of his prison, he scowled boldly on Noah, and looked quite undismayed. Return to Original English Version

undoing /ʌnˈduːɪŋ/ — desatando; ruína; perdição. “I will, directly, sir,” replied Oliver: undoing the chain, and turning the key. Return to Original English Version

unequally /ʌnɪqʌælli/ — desigualmente. The fact is, that there was considerable difficulty in inducing Oliver to take upon himself the office of respiration, - a troublesome practice, but one which custom has rendered necessary to our easy existence; and for some time he lay gasping on a little flock mattress, rather unequally poised between this world and the next: the balance being decidedly in favour of the latter. Return to Original English Version

ungratefullest /ʌnˈɡreɪtfʊlɪst/ — o mais ingrato. Of _all_ the ungratefullest, and worst-disposed boys as ever I see, Oliver, you are the - ” Return to Original English Version

unloosened /ʌnˈluːsənd/ — afrouxado. Having unloosened the cravat of the man who still remained extended on the ground, she tottered towards the undertaker. Return to Original English Version

unnaturally /ʌnˈnætʃərəli/ — de modo antinatural; forçadamente. At this tremendous sight, Oliver began to cry very piteously: thinking, not unnaturally, that the board must have determined to kill him for some useful purpose, or they never would have begun to fatten him up in that way. Return to Original English Version

unoccupied /ʌnˈɑːkjupaɪd/ — desocupado; vazio. Although Oliver did as he was desired, at once; and passed the back of his unoccupied hand briskly across his eyes, he left a tear in them when he looked up at his conductor. Return to Original English Version

unpolite /ˌʌnpəˈlaɪt/ — indelicado. “He is so jolly green!” said Charley when he recovered, as an apology to the company for his unpolite behaviour. Return to Original English Version

unpropitious /ˌʌnprəˈpɪʃəs/ — desfavorável. “My dear - ” He was going to say more; but, Mrs. Sowerberry looking up, with a peculiarly unpropitious aspect, he stopped short. Return to Original English Version

unquestionably /ʌnˈkwestʃənəbli/ — indubitavelmente. Everybody knows the story of another experimental philosopher who had a great theory about a horse being able to live without eating, and who demonstrated it so well, that he had got his own horse down to a straw a day, and would unquestionably have rendered him a very spirited and rampacious animal on nothing at all, if he had not died, four-and-twenty hours before he was to have had his first comfortable bait of air. Return to Original English Version

unstateable /ʌnˈsteɪtəbəl/ — indizível; impossível de declarar. No chance-child was he, for he could trace his genealogy all the way back to his parents, who lived hard by; his mother being a washerwoman, and his father a drunken soldier, discharged with a wooden leg, and a diurnal pension of twopence-halfpenny and an unstateable fraction. Return to Original English Version

unwonted /ʌnˈwoʊntɪd/ — inusitado; pouco habitual. There being nobody by, however, but a pauper old woman, who was rendered rather misty by an unwonted allowance of beer; and a parish surgeon who did such matters by contract; Oliver and Nature fought out the point between them. Return to Original English Version

uppermost /ˈʌpərmoʊst/ — o mais alto; em primeiro plano. Oliver Twist being uppermost in his mind, he made him his theme. Return to Original English Version

uproariously /ʌpˈrɔːriəsli/ — estrondosamente; às gargalhadas. At which Mr. Charles Bates laughed uproariously; very much to the amazement of Oliver, who saw nothing to laugh at, in anything that had passed. Return to Original English Version

ushered /ˈʌʃərd/ — conduziu; acompanhou até. For a long time after it was ushered into this world of sorrow and trouble, by the parish surgeon, it remained a matter of considerable doubt whether the child would survive to bear any name at all; in which case it is somewhat more than probable that these memoirs would never have appeared; or, if they had, that being comprised within a couple of pages, they would have possessed the inestimable merit of being the most concise and faithful specimen of biography, extant in the literature of any age or country. Return to Original English Version

uttered /ˈʌtərd/ — pronunciou; proferiu. As the Jew uttered these words, his bright dark eyes, which had been staring vacantly before him, fell on Oliver’s face; the boy’s eyes were fixed on his in mute curiousity; and although the recognition was only for an instant - for the briefest space of time that can possibly be conceived - it was enough to show the old man that he had been observed. Return to Original English Version

vacantly /ˈveɪkəntli/ — com olhar vago. As the Jew uttered these words, his bright dark eyes, which had been staring vacantly before him, fell on Oliver’s face; the boy’s eyes were fixed on his in mute curiousity; and although the recognition was only for an instant - for the briefest space of time that can possibly be conceived - it was enough to show the old man that he had been observed. Return to Original English Version

vehemence /ˈviːəməns/ — veemência. Whenever the Dodger or Charley Bates came home at night, empty-handed, he would expatiate with great vehemence on the misery of idle and lazy habits; and would enforce upon them the necessity of an active life, by sending them supperless to bed. Return to Original English Version

ventured /ˈventʃərd/ — arriscou; atreveu-se a; aventurou-se. As I purpose to show in the sequel whether the white waistcoated gentleman was right or not, I should perhaps mar the interest of this narrative (supposing it to possess any at all), if I ventured to hint just yet, whether the life of Oliver Twist had this violent termination or no. Return to Original English Version

vereas /ˈvɛər.əz/ — ao passo que. “That’s acause they damped the straw afore they lit it in the chimbley to make ’em come down again,” said Gamfield; “that’s all smoke, and no blaze; vereas smoke ain’t o’ no use at all in making a boy come down, for it only sinds him to sleep, and that’s wot he likes. Return to Original English Version

vestry /ˈvɛstri/ — sacristia. There was not so great a necessity for hurrying as Mr. Sowerberry had anticipated, however; for when they reached the obscure corner of the churchyard in which the nettles grew, and where the parish graves were made, the clergyman had not arrived; and the clerk, who was sitting by the vestry-room fire, seemed to think it by no means improbable that it might be an hour or so, before he came. Return to Original English Version

viands /ˈvaɪəndz/ — iguarias; víveres. I wish some well-fed philosopher, whose meat and drink turn to gall within him; whose blood is ice, whose heart is iron; could have seen Oliver Twist clutching at the dainty viands that the dog had neglected. Return to Original English Version

vices /ˈvaɪsɪz/ — vícios; tornos de bancada. And so far from being denied the advantages of religious consolation, he was kicked into the same apartment every evening at prayer-time, and there permitted to listen to, and console his mind with, a general supplication of the boys, containing a special clause, therein inserted by authority of the board, in which they entreated to be made good, virtuous, contented, and obedient, and to be guarded from the sins and vices of Oliver Twist: whom the supplication distinctly set forth to be under the exclusive patronage and protection of the powers of wickedness, and an article direct from the manufactory of the very Devil himself. Return to Original English Version

victuals /ˈvɪtəlz/ — mantimentos; comida. I dare say he will,” replied the lady pettishly, “on our victuals and our drink. Return to Original English Version

vigorous /ˈvɪɡərəs/ — vigoroso; enérgico; forte. “Your master’s not at home; there’s not a man in the house, and he’ll kick that door down in ten minutes.” Oliver’s vigorous plunges against the bit of timber in question, rendered this occurance highly probable. Return to Original English Version

vigour /ˈvɪɡər/ — vigor (grafia britânica). Sowerberry had not yet returned, and Oliver continued to kick, with undiminished vigour, at the cellar-door. Return to Original English Version

villainous /ˈvɪlənəs/ — vil; infame; celerado. “You’re a rough speaker, my friend, but you look an honest, open-hearted man,” said the old gentleman: turning his spectacles in the direction of the candidate for Oliver’s premium, whose villainous countenance was a regular stamped receipt for cruelty. Return to Original English Version

vindicated /ˈvɪndɪkeɪtɪd/ — justificou; reivindicou; teve razão. He had displayed the one, and vindicated the other. Return to Original English Version

virtuous /ˈvɜːrtʃuəs/ — virtuoso; honesto. And so far from being denied the advantages of religious consolation, he was kicked into the same apartment every evening at prayer-time, and there permitted to listen to, and console his mind with, a general supplication of the boys, containing a special clause, therein inserted by authority of the board, in which they entreated to be made good, virtuous, contented, and obedient, and to be guarded from the sins and vices of Oliver Twist: whom the supplication distinctly set forth to be under the exclusive patronage and protection of the powers of wickedness, and an article direct from the manufactory of the very Devil himself. Return to Original English Version

visitation /ˌvɪzɪˈteɪʃən/ — visitação; visita solene. Mr. Bumble!” cried Noah, with well-affected dismay, and in tones so loud and agitated, that they not only caught the ear of Mr. Bumble himself, who happened to be hard by, but alarmed him so much that he rushed into the yard without his cocked hat, - which is a very curious and remarkable circumstance, as showing that even a beadle, acted upon a sudden and powerful impulse, may be afflicted with a momentary visitation of loss of self-possession, and forgetfulness of personal dignity. Return to Original English Version

vith /vɪð/ — com. Boys is wery obstinit, and wery lazy, Gen’l’men, and there’s nothink like a good hot blaze to make ’em come down vith a run. Return to Original English Version

vixenish /ˈvɪksənɪʃ/ — briguenta; rabugenta; de mau gênio. Mrs. Sowerberry emerged from a little room behind the shop, and presented the form of a short, thin, squeezed-up woman, with a vixenish countenance. Return to Original English Version

vocular /ˈvɑkjələr/ — vocal; da voz. The gentleman’s notice was very soon attracted; for he had not walked three paces, when he turned angrily round, and inquired what that young cur was howling for, and why Mr. Bumble did not favour him with something which would render the series of vocular exclamations so designated, an involuntary process? Return to Original English Version

voracious /vəˈreɪʃəs/ — voraz; insaciável no comer. Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation for three months: at last they got so voracious and wild with hunger, that one boy, who was tall for his age, and hadn’t been used to that sort of thing (for his father had kept a small cook-shop), hinted darkly to his companions, that unless he had another basin of gruel _per diem_, he was afraid he might some night happen to eat the boy who slept next him, who happened to be a weakly youth of tender age. Return to Original English Version

vould /vʊd/ — iria. “If the parish vould like him to learn a right pleasant trade, in a good ’spectable chimbley-sweepin’ bisness,” said Mr. Gamfield, “I wants a ’prentis, and I am ready to take him.” Return to Original English Version

waggons /ˈwæɡənz/ — carroças; vagões. He remembered to have seen the waggons, as they went out, toiling up the hill. Return to Original English Version

waistcoated /ˈweɪstˌkoʊtɪd/ — de colete. As I purpose to show in the sequel whether the white waistcoated gentleman was right or not, I should perhaps mar the interest of this narrative (supposing it to possess any at all), if I ventured to hint just yet, whether the life of Oliver Twist had this violent termination or no. Return to Original English Version

wallowing /ˈwɑːloʊɪŋ/ — chafurdando; rolando na lama. Covered ways and yards, which here and there diverged from the main street, disclosed little knots of houses, where drunken men and women were positively wallowing in filth; and from several of the door-ways, great ill-looking fellows were cautiously emerging, bound, to all appearance, on no very well-disposed or harmless errands. Return to Original English Version

washerwoman /ˈwɑʃərˌwʊmən/ — lavadeira. No chance-child was he, for he could trace his genealogy all the way back to his parents, who lived hard by; his mother being a washerwoman, and his father a drunken soldier, discharged with a wooden leg, and a diurnal pension of twopence-halfpenny and an unstateable fraction. Return to Original English Version

watchword /ˈwɑtʃˌwɜrd/ — senha; lema. This seemed to be some watchword or signal that all was right; for the light of a feeble candle gleamed on the wall at the remote end of the passage; and a man’s face peeped out, from where a balustrade of the old kitchen staircase had been broken away. Return to Original English Version

wavering /ˈweɪvərɪŋ/ — vacilante; hesitante; oscilante. “You’re desperate hard upon me, gen’l’men,” said Gamfield, wavering. Return to Original English Version

wayfarer /ˈweɪfɛrər/ — viandante; caminhante. The boy who addressed this inquiry to the young wayfarer, was about his own age: but one of the queerest looking boys that Oliver had even seen. Return to Original English Version

wearer /ˈwɛrər/ — quem usa (roupa, joia); portador. His hat was stuck on the top of his head so lightly, that it threatened to fall off every moment - and would have done so, very often, if the wearer had not had a knack of every now and then giving his head a sudden twitch, which brought it back to its old place again. Return to Original English Version

wearied /ˈwɪrid/ — cansou; fatigou. When they were all wearied out, and could tear and beat no longer, they dragged Oliver, struggling and shouting, but nothing daunted, into the dust-cellar, and there locked him up. Return to Original English Version

wedges /ˈwɛdʒəz/ — cunhas; formações em V. For a second or two, Oliver glanced up the street, and down the street, and over the way: impressed with the belief that the unknown, who had addressed him through the key-hole, had walked a few paces off, to warm himself; for nobody did he see but a big charity-boy, sitting on a post in front of the house, eating a slice of bread and butter: which he cut into wedges, the size of his mouth, with a clasp-knife, and then consumed with great dexterity. Return to Original English Version

weeding /ˈwidɪŋ/ — capinando; arrancando ervas daninhas. A child was weeding one of the little beds; as he stopped, he raised his pale face and disclosed the features of one of his former companions. Return to Original English Version

wery /ˈwɛri/ — muito. Boys is wery obstinit, and wery lazy, Gen’l’men, and there’s nothink like a good hot blaze to make ’em come down vith a run. Return to Original English Version

what'll /ˈwʌtəl/ — o que vai; o que será. “What’ll you give, gen’l’men? Return to Original English Version

whereunto /wɛrˈʌntuː/ — ao qual; para o qual. Mr. Bumble shook his head with gloomy mystery, and said he wished he might come to good; whereunto Mr. Gamfield replied, that he wished he might come to him; which, although he agreed with the beadle in most matters, would seem to be a wish of a totally opposite description. Return to Original English Version

whereupon /ˌwɛrəˈpɑːn/ — após o que; e então. These two causes made him answer in a very low and hesitating voice; whereupon a gentleman in a white waistcoat said he was a fool. Return to Original English Version

whitewashed /ˈwaɪtwɑːʃt/ — caiadas. He had no time to think about the matter, however; for Mr. Bumble gave him a tap on the head, with his cane, to wake him up: and another on the back to make him lively: and bidding him to follow, conducted him into a large whitewashed room, where eight or ten fat gentlemen were sitting round a table. Return to Original English Version

whither /ˈwɪðər/ — para onde; aonde. He looked to the right and to the left, uncertain whither to fly. Return to Original English Version

whop /wɑp/ — bater; surrar; mentira (gíria). “Then I’ll whop yer when I get in,” said the voice; “you just see if I don’t, that’s all, my work’us brat!” and having made this obliging promise, the voice began to whistle. Return to Original English Version

wicious /ˈvɪʃəs/ — cruel. Not run away, sir, but he’s turned wicious,” replied Noah. Return to Original English Version

wickedness /ˈwɪkɪdnəs/ — maldade; perversidade. And so far from being denied the advantages of religious consolation, he was kicked into the same apartment every evening at prayer-time, and there permitted to listen to, and console his mind with, a general supplication of the boys, containing a special clause, therein inserted by authority of the board, in which they entreated to be made good, virtuous, contented, and obedient, and to be guarded from the sins and vices of Oliver Twist: whom the supplication distinctly set forth to be under the exclusive patronage and protection of the powers of wickedness, and an article direct from the manufactory of the very Devil himself. Return to Original English Version

wind's /wɪndz/ — do vento. Why, _the_ mill - the mill as takes up so little room that it’ll work inside a Stone Jug; and always goes better when the wind’s low with people, than when it’s high; acos then they can’t get workmen. Return to Original English Version

wipes /waɪps/ — limpa esfregando; enxuga. “Yes, he’s a sortin’ the wipes. Return to Original English Version

withdrawing /wɪðˈdrɔːɪŋ/ — retirando; perdendo o interesse. Withdrawing his other hand from Mr. Bumble’s he covered his face with both; and wept until the tears sprung out from between his chin and bony fingers. Return to Original English Version

wonderment /ˈwʌndərmənt/ — assombro; admiração. Mrs. Sowerberry looked up with an expression of considerable wonderment. Return to Original English Version

work'us /ˈwɜːkəs/ — asilo dos pobres. “Then I’ll whop yer when I get in,” said the voice; “you just see if I don’t, that’s all, my work’us brat!” and having made this obliging promise, the voice began to whistle. Return to Original English Version

workman /ˈwɜːrkmən/ — operário; trabalhador braçal. Ingenious workman, ain’t he, Oliver?” Return to Original English Version

workmanship /ˈwɜːrkmənʃɪp/ — acabamento; lavor. At least half a dozen more were severally drawn forth from the same box, and surveyed with equal pleasure; besides rings, brooches, bracelets, and other articles of jewellery, of such magnificent materials, and costly workmanship, that Oliver had no idea, even of their names. Return to Original English Version

workmen /ˈwɜrkmən/ — operários; trabalhadores. Why, _the_ mill - the mill as takes up so little room that it’ll work inside a Stone Jug; and always goes better when the wind’s low with people, than when it’s high; acos then they can’t get workmen. Return to Original English Version

worship's /ˈwɜrʃɪps/ — de vossa senhoria; de vossa mercê. “I beg your worship’s pardon,” said Mr. Bumble, incredulous of having heard aright. Return to Original English Version

worsted /ˈwʊstɪd/ — lã penteada; fio de lã. Get downstairs, little bag o’ bones.” With this, the undertaker’s wife opened a side door, and pushed Oliver down a steep flight of stairs into a stone cell, damp and dark: forming the ante-room to the coal-cellar, and denominated “kitchen”; wherein sat a slatternly girl, in shoes down at heel, and blue worsted stockings very much out of repair. Return to Original English Version

worthier /ˈwɜrðiər/ — mais digno; mais merecedor. One day, Oliver and Noah had descended into the kitchen at the usual dinner-hour, to banquet upon a small joint of mutton - a pound and a half of the worst end of the neck; when Charlotte being called out of the way, there ensued a brief interval of time, which Noah Claypole, being hungry and vicious, considered he could not possibly devote to a worthier purpose than aggravating and tantalising young Oliver Twist. Return to Original English Version

wot /wɑːt/ — saber (arcaico); que (fala popular). “This here boy, sir, wot the parish wants to ’prentis,” said Mr. Gamfield. Return to Original English Version

wot'll /wɒtəl/ — o que vai. “I’ve got to be in London tonight; and I know a ’spectable old gentleman as lives there, wot’ll give you lodgings for nothink, and never ask for the change - that is, if any gentleman he knows interduces you. Return to Original English Version

wrangling /ˈræŋɡəlɪŋ/ — altercando; discutindo. The sole places that seemed to prosper amid the general blight of the place, were the public-houses; and in them, the lowest orders of Irish were wrangling with might and main. Return to Original English Version

wrapt /ræpt/ — absorto (grafia antiga). There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you, than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed, and your senses wrapt in perfect unconsciousness. Return to Original English Version

wrench /rɛntʃ/ — torcer; arrancar com força. Then, catching hold of the bridle, he gave his jaw a sharp wrench, by way of gentle reminder that he was not his own master; and by these means turned him round. Return to Original English Version

wrenched /rɛntʃt/ — puxou com força; torceu. Some houses which had become insecure from age and decay, were prevented from falling into the street, by huge beams of wood reared against the walls, and firmly planted in the road; but even these crazy dens seemed to have been selected as the nightly haunts of some houseless wretches, for many of the rough boards which supplied the place of door and window, were wrenched from their positions, to afford an aperture wide enough for the passage of a human body. Return to Original English Version

wretch /retʃ/ — infeliz; desgraçado; miserável. “Oh, you little wretch!” screamed Charlotte: seizing Oliver with her utmost force, which was about equal to that of a moderately strong man in particularly good training. Return to Original English Version

wretched /ˈretʃɪd/ — miserável; desgraçado; péssimo. With the slice of bread in his hand, and the little brown-cloth parish cap on his head, Oliver was then led away by Mr. Bumble from the wretched home where one kind word or look had never lighted the gloom of his infant years. Return to Original English Version

wretches /ˈretʃɪz/ — desgraçados; infelizes. “Juries,” said Mr. Bumble, grasping his cane tightly, as was his wont when working into a passion: “juries is ineddicated, vulgar, grovelling wretches.” Return to Original English Version

writhed /raɪðd/ — se contorceu de dor. Such agony, please, sir!” And here, Noah writhed and twisted his body into an extensive variety of eel-like positions; thereby giving Mr. Bumble to understand that, from the violent and sanguinary onset of Oliver Twist, he had sustained severe internal injury and damage, from which he was at that moment suffering the acutest torture. Return to Original English Version

wurkus /ˈwɜːkəs/ — asilo de pobres. “Lor bless her dear heart, when she has lived as long as I have, sir, and had thirteen children of her own, and all on ’em dead except two, and them in the wurkus with me, she’ll know better than to take on in that way, bless her dear heart! Return to Original English Version

yer /jɜːr/ — você; teu (fala popular de your). “Open the door, will yer?” cried the voice which belonged to the legs which had kicked at the door. Return to Original English Version