5 Betrayed

Chapter 5 Betrayed The gentleman spun around, realizing he'd been robbed. "STOP THIEF!" he yelled at Oliver. Oliver looked for Dodger but he'd vanished. Panicking, Oliver raced off, followed by every man and woman in the street.

那位绅士转过身来，意识到自己被抢劫了。 “抓住小偷！”他对奥利弗喊道。 奥利弗找道奇，但他不见了。 奥利弗惊慌失措地跑开了，街上的男男女女都跟在后面。

"STOP THIEF!" they shouted, chasing him helter-skelter through mud and puddles, throwing sticks and stones at his scrawny back. Oliver, breathless, kept running until a stone struck his head. He fell down, stunned. "Please sir," he whispered, as the gentleman reached him. "I'm not a thief."

“拦住小偷！”他们喊道，慌忙追赶着他，穿过泥泞和水坑，向他骨瘦如柴的后背扔棍棒和石头。 奥利弗上气不接下气地继续跑，直到一块石头砸在他的头上。 他倒在地上，惊呆了。“劳驾，先生。”当那位先生走到他跟前时，他低声说。 “我不是小偷。”

The gentleman stared at him. "Hmm... Well, you look honest. Indeed, you look like—" He stopped, puzzled. "I'm sure I know that face," he murmured. "Get the police," said a passer-by. "No. He deserves a chance," replied the gentleman. "Who are you, boy? My name's Brownlow. Perhaps I can help you. Come with me."

绅士盯着他。 “嗯……你看起来很诚实。 的确，你看起来像——”他停了下来，迷惑不解。 “我肯定认识那张脸，”他喃喃地说。 “叫警察来，”一个过路人说。 “没有。他应该得到一个机会，”绅士回答。 “你是谁，孩子？”我叫布朗罗。 也许我能帮你。跟我来。”

Mr. Brownlow took Oliver to his grand house. In the hallway was a portrait of a beautiful girl. Oliver stopped and stared at it, drinking it in. "That was my niece, Agnes," said Mr. Brownlow. "She had a sad life. I wish she'd come to me for help. She must be dead now, poor girl." He looked at the portrait, then at Oliver. "I can't believe it," he muttered. "The likeness is extraordinary... Where were you born?" he asked urgently.

布朗罗先生把奥利弗带到他的大房子里。 走廊里有一幅漂亮女孩的画像。 奥利弗停了下来，盯着它，大口地喝着。 “那是我的侄女阿格尼斯，”布朗罗先生说。 “她的一生很悲惨。我希望她能来找我帮忙。 她现在一定死了，可怜的姑娘。” 他看了看画像，又看了看奥利弗。 “我真不敢相信。”他喃喃地说。 “这幅画太像了…… 你在哪儿出生的？”他急切地问道。

"In Mr. Bumble's workhouse," Oliver replied, surprised at the sudden question. "Yes, I've heard of it," said Mr. Brownlow, nodding and looking grim. "Now, tell me about yourself." Oliver recounted his life story, up until the moment he ran from the bookshop. "I believe you," said Mr. Brownlow. He put his hands on Oliver's shoulders and looked down at him. "Would you like to live here and go to school?" "Really?" gasped Oliver. "Truly?" Mr. Brownlow laughed. "I'll have Mrs. Bedwin, my housekeeper, show you to your room."

“在班布尔先生的济贫院里。”奥利弗回答，对这个突然提出的问题感到吃惊。 “是的，我听说过，”布朗罗先生说，点点头，神情严峻。 “现在，说说你自己吧。” 奥利弗讲述了他的人生故事，直到他从书店跑出来的那一刻。 “我相信你，”布朗罗先生说。 他把手放在奥利弗的肩膀上，低头看着他。 “你愿意住在这里上学吗？”“真的吗？”奥利弗喘着气说。 “真的吗?”布朗罗先生笑了。 “我让管家贝德温太太带你去你的房间。”

"You poor child," sighed Mrs. Bedwin, as she took Oliver upstairs. "So dirty and ragged. Have a hot bath and I'll get you some clean clothes." Lying in bed that night Oliver had never felt happier. And, as the weeks passed, he grew happier still. Mrs. Bedwin looked after him, from a good breakfast each morning to a hug last thing at night. Mr. Brownlow played games with him, shared his books and taught him chess and music.

“你这个可怜的孩子，”贝德温太太叹了口气，把奥利弗带到楼上。 “又脏又破。洗个热水澡，我去给你拿些干净衣服。” 那天晚上，奥利弗躺在床上，从来没有感到这么快乐过。 几个星期过去了，他越来越高兴了。 贝德温太太照顾着他，从每天早上一顿丰盛的早餐到晚上最后的拥抱。 布朗罗先生和他一起玩游戏，分享他的书，教他下棋和音乐。