slipped the bandage back to position and placed his hands
of the commission, he should prove to him the injustice of his
suspicions: on this head at least: at once.
'You SHALL go, my dear,' said the old gentleman. 'The books are
on a chair by my table. Fetch them down.'
Oliver, delighted to be of use, brought down the books under his
arm in a great bustle; and waited, cap in hand, to hear what
'You are to say,' said Mr. Brownlow, glancing steadily at
Grimwig; 'you are to say that you have brought those books back;