In which Oliver is taken better Care of than he ever was before. With some particulars concerning a certain picture
Oliver goes off with the Mr Brownlow and tucked into bed, he is
"tended with a kindness and solicitude which knows no bounds.":-)
I don't suppose it was likely that nice old men just picked orphans off the streets of Victorian London to take care of them, so I suspect Mr Brownlow does somehow have some possible connection to Oliver's past.
Oliver is really sick (I know he doesn't die yet because there's 400ish pages left) but he wakes up (yay) and has a casual conversation about how he dreams of his dead mother (Oliver and Anne should meet up. I bet there's some fanfic somewhere). A random old lady (Mr Brownlow's servant/wife?) wipes her eyes/spectacles in sadness.
Oliver falls asleep and is called 'my dear' again upon waking! I suppose this was a perfectly normal form of address for a strange boy you've only just met in Victorian England.
Oliver recovers more and more and then gets some exciting food!
"...a basin full of broth strong enough to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the very lowest computation."Wow.
Oliver spots a painting on the wall and the old lady explains that they're much better than photos (which have just been invented) as photos are too honest. Well, she was obviously wrong lol. Facebook has billions of photos.
So I'm guessing this painting might provide the link between Oliver and Mr Brownlow? Maybs it's of his mum or something.
Well look at that, Brownlow is startled that Oliver and the painting look exactly alike. Oliver faints in shock.
And next chapter is the longest titled in the book! Exciting times, guys.
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