Oliver Twist; or, The Parish Boy's Progress • Paragraph 3639
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‘And now you do see me,’ said Monks, rising boldly, ‘what then? Fraud and robbery are high-sounding words--justified, you think, by a fancied resemblance in some young imp to an idle daub of a dead man’s Brother! You don’t even know that a child was born of this maudlin pair; you don’t even know that.’