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CHARLOTTE

Noah, I saved a nice little bit of bacon for you from master's breakfast. Oliver, pull up a chair for Mr. Noah and make haste, 'cos they'll want you to mind the shop. Do you hear?

NOAH

What are you staring at, Workhouse?

CHARLOTTE

Noah, let the boy alone.

NOAH

Let him alone? I'm giving the boy a change, you silly thing! Everyone's left him alone. His father left him alone, his mother... Workhouse, how's your mother?

OLIVER

You leave my mother out of it. She's dead.

NOAH

What did she die of, Workhouse? Shortage of breath?

OLIVER

(tearfully)

She's just dead! She died of a broken heart.

NOAH

Well tol-de-rol-lol-lol-right-fol-lairy. And it's a good thing she died when she did or she'd have been transported to Australaylia, or hung from the gallows as like as not!

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