Oliver Twist

Hilary Burningham

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Dickens titles retold in graphic format

Sujets

• Graphic Novels
• Graphic novel
• Charles Dickens

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• Publié par: Read Zone
• Date de parution: 01 septembre 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781783223541
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Graphic Dickens
Retold by Hilary Burningham
Illustrated by Chris Rowlatt
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For Caspar
First published in this edition 2009
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Burningham, Hilary.
Oliver Twist. -- (Graphic Dickens)
1. Orphans--England--London--Comic books, strips, etc.--Juvenile fiction.
2. London (England)--Social conditions--19th century--Comic books, strips,
etc.--Juvenile fiction. 3. Children’s stories--Comic books, strips, etc.
I. Title II. Series III. Rowlatt, Chris. IV. Dickens,
Charles, 1812-1870.
741.5-dc22
ISBN 978-1-78322-354-1
Editor: Bryony Jones
Designer: Mark Holt
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3
YEARS AGO, PEOPLE WITH NO HOMES
WERE FORCED TO GO TO A WORKHOUSE.
WORKHOUSES WERE DARK, COLD AND
DIRTY. THE HOMELESS WERE FORCED
TO WORK IN RETURN FOR SCRAPS OF
FOOD - OFTEN NOT ENOUGH TO
KEEP THEM ALIVE.
OLIVER TWIST WAS BORN IN A WORKHOUSE.
Let me see
the child,
and die.
She was good-
looking. Where
did she come
from, Sally?
She was found lying in the
street. Where she came from,
nobody knows.
I fear you’ll
not live long,
my child.
4
OLIVER GREW UP IN A HOME FOR THE VERY
YOUNG WORKHOUSE CHILDREN. MRS MANN
WAS GIVEN MONEY TO BUY THEIR FOOD.
SHE KEPT MOST OF THE MONEY HERSELF.
Eat up, eat
up boys.
Very nice gin, Mrs Mann.
Now, I’ve come for Oliver Twist.
He’s nine years old today. I must
take him to the workhouse.
Hungry,
you say?
You
snivelling
wretch,
how dare
you?
MR BUMBLE CAME TO
THE WORKHOUSE.
5
I’ll miss all my
friends. What if
I’m lonely?
You are to
meet the
Board.
You’re an
orphan.
What’s
your name,
boy?
Start work at six
tomorrow morning.
Why are you
crying?
Asked for more? Lock
that boy up at once.
He has to go!
OLIVER WAS NOT
AFRAID, SO...
Please sir,
I want
some more.
I’m still
hungry.
Me
too!
Oliver - ask
for more!
OLIVER HAD ASKED
FOR MORE - NOW HE
WAS FOR SALE!
MR BUMBLE WAS A
PARISH OFFICIAL.
6
Give me the boy - and five
pounds. I’ll teach him to be a
chimney sweep.
Sweeping’s a nasty business,
we’ll give you less than five pounds.
You’ll have to take four.
You’re very hard on me,
gentlemen. I’m a poor man.
Four pounds
is our best offer. Now
go before the magistrates
and have the paper signed.
7
This is the boy,
Your Worship.
Please sir, lock
me up, beat me,
kill me, but don’t
send me with
that man!
My boy, you look
frightened. What is
the matter?
Mr Bumble, stand back.
We refuse to sign
these papers.
Oliver,
how dare
you?
8
Mr Bumble, I have measured the
bodies of the workhouse women who
died last night. I’ll start work on their cof-
fins straight away.
Thank you,
Mr Sowerby,
you’re a fine
undertaker. You
don’t happen to
know anyone
who wants a
boy, do you?
That’s just
the thing I want
to speak to you
about. I think I’ll
take the boy
myself.
Get down
to the cellar,
little bag
o’bones.
Here, Charlotte, give the
boy some of the bits of meat
that were put out for the dog. He
hasn’t eaten them.
My dear, this is the boy
from the workhouse.
MR SOWERBY
TOOK OLIVER
HOME.
9
MR SOWERBY WAS AN UNDERTAKER. HE ARRANGED FUNERALS, HE MEASURED
DEAD BODIES AND MADE COFFINS. OLIVER HAD TO SLEEP AMONG THE COFFINS.
Come near the fire, Noah.
I saved a nice bit of
bacon for you.
I’m Mister
Noah Claypole,
and I’m your
boss.
Thanks
Charlotte.
Oliver, you have them scraps
and take your tea over there.
NEXT MORNING...
10
OFTEN, MR SOWERBY TOOK OLIVER ALONG TO HELP WITH FUNERALS.
Not very
much, sir.
Ah, you’ll soon
get used to it.
Well, Oliver.
How do you
like it?
11
NOAH CLAYPOLE WAS JEALOUS. MR
SOWERBY LIKED
OLIVER BETTER THAN HIM.
Yer must know, yer
mother was a bad
woman. If she hadn’t
died, she’d have
been hanged!
OLIVER
PUNCHED NOAH
WITH ALL HIS
STRENGTH.
He’s murdering
me! Charlotte!
Missus! Help!
Help! Oliver’s
gone mad!
Run to Mr Bumble, Noah, and tell
him to come here straight away - not
to lose a minute!
OLIVER WAS LOCKED IN THE CELLAR.