When the coach turned into it, his heart beat so violently, that he could scarcely draw his breath.
'Now, my boy, which house is it ?' inquired Mr.Losberne.
'That! That!' replied Oliver, pointing eagerly out of the window.
'The white house.

Oh! make haste! Pray make haste! I feel as if I should die: it makes me tremble so.' 'Come, come!' said the good doctor, patting him on the shoulder.

'You will see them directly, and they will be overjoyed to find you safe and well.' 'Oh! I hope so!' cried Oliver.

'They were so good to me; so very, very good to me.' The coach rolled on.

It stopped.