Oliver Twist. Volume 2 of 3. Чарльз Диккенс

effects of a final taste of gin and water which had been privily administered in the openness of their hearts by the worthy old ladies themselves.

      “Now listen to me,” said the dying woman, aloud, as if making a great effort to revive one latent spark of energy. “In this very room – in this very bed – I once nursed a pretty young creetur’, that was brought into the house with her feet cut and bruised with walking, and all soiled with dust and blood. She gave birth to a boy, and died. Let me think – what was the year again?”