Oliver Twist

Chapter 7 
Oliver's Reconvery

       When Bill Sykes was carrying the wounded Oliver away from the house at Chertsey. The two men and the dogs continued to chase after the robbers. It was a very cold night, however, and the men were more than a little afraid. A short time later, they gave up and went back home.As dawn broke, the weather grew even colder. The mist rolled along the ground like a dense cloud of smoke. The grass was wet, and the wind blew with a hollow moan. Finally, as morning brought a hard rain, Oliver awoke. He was in pain. His left arm hung heavy and useless at his side. He was so weak that he could barely sit up. Finally, though, he managed to stand and make his way to the road. He spotted a house not far away. As he came closer, he saw it was the same house they had tried to rob. Oliver was in terrible pain, he had no choice but to knock on the door. While he was looking at Oliver, two women waited. One of them was Mrs. Maylie, a small old woman who was dressed neatly in old-fashioned clothing. The other was Rose, a lovely girl about 17 years old. She was so sweet and lovely, the earth seemed too harsh and rough for her, a thousand lights played about her face. Soon Dr. Losberne came down the stairs to make his report. The two women looked into the room where Oliver was resting. Instead of seeing the rough-faced thief they had expected, they saw a mere child worn with pain and exhaustion. His wounded arm was crossed upon his chest. His head rested on the other arm. The boy stirred and smiled in his sleep. Rose and Mrs. Maylie agreed to the doctor plan. Dr. Losberne went downstairs and had a long talk with Giles. Eventually Giles became very confused. He was no longer sure that it was Oliver who had come to rob the house. By the time two policemen came, Giles was not even sure that he had shot anyone. The police went away thinking Oliver had been shot in an accident. After the police left, Oliver tried to tell the doctor and the two women his story. He had to stop often because of pain and lack of strength.Oliver pillow was smoothed by gentle hands that night. His sleep was peaceful and happy, but Oliver problems were neither slight nor few.One day, at his request, Oliver was taken by Dr.Losberne to Mr. Brownlow’s house.After making inquiries, Dr. Losberne  learned that Mr.Brownlow had gone on a trip to the west Indies, he had left six weeks before.Oliver was terribly disappointed. How he had longed to see the old gentleman again. About two weeks later, when Oliver was well enough, the women took him to a country cottage.It was a lovely spot. The little boy, whose days had been spent in crowded, dirty streets, seemed to come alive in this magical place. It was a happy time. The boys days were peaceful and calm.At night, Oliver would read a chapter or two of the Bible aloud to Rose and Mrs.Maylie.In this way, three lovely, happy months went by.Oliver grew very close to the kind women who had saved him, and they to him.