Oliver Twist was born in an orphanage.
Hearing her child’s first cry, his mother sat up from the iron bed and groaned:.
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She groaned, “Let me see my son’s face before I die.”
The doctor looked at him with compassion and said:.
Please don’t talk about dying.
The nurse intervened while putting the bottle of drink she had been secretly sipping into her pocket:.
You’re too young to die.
Don’t say such words, she said.
The patient acted as if she hadn’t heard the nurse’s words.
The young woman turned her pale face to the child.