an attempt to break into the empty cottage. Only chance."
feet and covered with dust, upon a door-step.
By degrees, the shutters were opened; the window-blinds were
drawn up; and people began passing to and fro. Some few stopped
to gaze at Oliver for a moment or two, or turned round to stare
at him as they hurried by; but none relieved him, or troubled
themselves to inquire how he came there. He had no heart to beg.
He had been crouching on the step for some time: wondering at
the great number of public-houses (every other house in Barnet