Oliver Twist

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!  It was the very place for a homeless boy, who must die in the streets unless someone helped him. 

 

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