They had been beaten, and starved, and shut up together, many and many a time.
'Hush, Dick!' said Oliver, as the boy ran to the gate, and thrust his thin arm between the rails to greet him.

'Is any one up ?' 'Nobody but me,' replied the child.
'You musn't say you saw me, Dick,' said Oliver.

'I am running away.
They beat and ill-use me, Dick; and I am going to seek my fortune, some long way off.

I don't know where.

How pale you are!' 'I heard the doctor tell them I was dying,' replied the child with a faint smile.