Oliver Twist; or, The Parish Boy's Progress • Paragraph 1707
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‘Ay,’ murmured the sick woman, relapsing into her former drowsy state, ‘what about her?--what about--I know!’ she cried, jumping fiercely up: her face flushed, and her eyes starting from her head--‘I robbed her, so I did! She wasn’t cold--I tell you she wasn’t cold, when I stole it!’