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==Oliver Walks To London. He Encounters On The Road A Strange Sort Of Young Gentleman== |
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some one helped him. As these things passed through his thoughts, |
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four miles more, before he recollected how much he must undergo |
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ere he could hope to reach his place of destination. As this |
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little, and meditated upon his means of getting there. He had a |
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crust of bread, a coarse shirt, and two pairs of stockings, in |
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his bundle. He had a penny too--a gift of Sowerberry's after |
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some funeral in which he had acquitted himself more than |
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ordinarily well--in his pocket. 'A clean shirt,' thought Oliver, |
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'is a very comfortable thing; and so are two pairs of darned |
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stockings; and so is a penny; but they are small helps to a |
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sixty-five miles' walk in winter time.' But Oliver's thoughts, |
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like those of most other people, although they were extremely |
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ready and active to point out his difficulties, were wholly at a |
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loss to suggest any feasible mode of surmounting them; so, after |
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a good deal of thinking to no particular purpose, he changed his |
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little bundle over to the other shoulder, and trudged on. |
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Oliver walked twenty miles that day; and all that time tasted |
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which he begged at the cottage-doors by the road-side. When the |
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night came, he turned into a meadow; and, creeping close under a |
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hay-rick, determined to lie there, till morning. He felt |
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frightened at first, for the wind moaned dismally over the empty |
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fields: and he was cold and hungry, and more alone than he had |
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ever felt before. Being very tired with his walk, however, he |
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soon fell asleep and forgot his troubles. |
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He felt cold and stiff, when he got up next morning, and so |
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hungry that he was obliged to exchange the penny for a small |
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loaf, in the very first village through which he passed. He had |
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walked no more than twelve miles, when night closed in again. |
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His feet were sore, and his legs so weak that they trembled |
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beneath him. Another night passed in the bleak damp air, made |
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him worse; when he set forward on his journey next morning he |
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could hardly crawl along. |
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He waited at the bottom of a steep hill till a stage-coach came |
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up, and then begged of the outside passengers; but there were |
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very few who took any notice of him: and even those told him to |
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how far he could run for a halfpenny. Poor Oliver tried to keep |
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up with the coach a little way, but was unable to do it, by |
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reason of his fatigue and sore feet. When the outsides saw this, |
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they put their halfpence back into their pockets again, declaring |
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that he was an idle young dog, and didn't deserve anything; and |
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the coach rattled away and left only a cloud of dust behind. |
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persons who begged within the district, that they would be sent |
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to jail. This frightened Oliver very much, and made him glad to |
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get out of those villages with all possible expedition. In |
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others, he would stand about the inn-yards, and look mournfully |
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at every one who passed: a proceeding which generally terminated |
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in the landlady's ordering one of the post-boys who were lounging |
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about, to drive that strange boy out of the place, for she was |
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sure he had come to steal something. If he begged at a farmer's |
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house, ten to one but they threatened to set the dog on him; and |
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beadle--which brought Oliver's heart into his mouth,--very often |
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the only thing he had there, for many hours together. |
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shortened by the very same process which had put an end to his |
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mother's; in other words, he would most assuredly have fallen |
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dead upon the king's highway. But the turnpike-man gave him a |
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meal of bread and cheese; and the old lady, who had a shipwrecked |
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grandson wandering barefoot in some distant part of the earth, |
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tears of sympathy and compassion, that they sank deeper into |
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Oliver's soul, than all the sufferings he had ever undergone. |
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Oliver limped slowly into the little town of Barnet. The |
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window-shutters were closed; the street was empty; not a soul had |
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its splendid beauty; but the light only served to show the boy |
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his own lonesomeness and desolation, as he sat, with bleeding |
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feet and covered with dust, upon a door-step. |
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at him as they hurried by; but none relieved him, or troubled |
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He had been crouching on the step for some time: wondering at |
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the great number of public-houses (every other house in Barnet |
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as they passed through, and thinking how strange it seemed that |
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they could do, with ease, in a few hours, what it had taken him a |
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whole week of courage and determination beyond his years to |
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accomplish: when he was roused by observing that a boy, who had |
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way. He took little heed of this at first; but the boy remained |
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'My eyes, how green!' exclaimed the young gentleman. 'Why, a |
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not straight forerd, but always agoing up, and niver a coming |
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down agin. Was you never on the mill?' |
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'What mill?' inquired Oliver. |
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'What mill! Why, _the_ mill--the mill as takes up so little room |
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that it'll work inside a Stone Jug; and always goes better when |
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the wind's low with people, than when it's high; acos then they |
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can't get workmen. But come,' said the young gentleman; 'you |
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want grub, and you shall have it. I'm at low-water-mark |
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myself--only one bob and a magpie; but, as far as it goes, I'll |
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fork out and stump. Up with you on your pins. There! Now then! |
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'Morrice!' |
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Assisting Oliver to rise, the young gentleman took him to an |
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adjacent chandler's shop, where he purchased a sufficiency of |
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ready-dressed ham and a half-quartern loaf, or, as he himself |
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expressed it, 'a fourpenny bran!' the ham being kept clean and |
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preserved from dust, by the ingenious expedient of making a hole |
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in the loaf by pulling out a portion of the crumb, and stuffing |
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it therein. Taking the bread under his arm, the young gentlman |
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turned into a small public-house, and led the way to a tap-room |
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in the rear of the premises. Here, a pot of beer was brought in, |
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by direction of the mysterious youth; and Oliver, falling to, at |
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his new friend's bidding, made a long and hearty meal, during the |
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progress of which the strange boy eyed him from time to time with |
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great attention. |
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'Going to London?' said the strange boy, when Oliver had at |
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length concluded. |
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'Yes.' |
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'Got any lodgings?' |
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'No.' |
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'Money?' |
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'No.' |
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The strange boy whistled; and put his arms into his pockets, as |
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far as the big coat-sleeves would let them go. |
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'Do you live in London?' inquired Oliver. |
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'Yes. I do, when I'm at home,' replied the boy. 'I suppose you |
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want some place to sleep in to-night, don't you?' |
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'I do, indeed,' answered Oliver. 'I have not slept under a roof |
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since I left the country.' |
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'Don't fret your eyelids on that score,' said the young |
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gentleman. 'I've got to be in London to-night; and I know a |
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'spectable old gentleman as lives there, wot'll give you lodgings |
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for nothink, and never ask for the change--that is, if any |
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genelman he knows interduces you. And don't he know me? Oh, no! |
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Not in the least! By no means. Certainly not!' |
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The young gentleman smiled, as if to intimate that the latter |
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fragments of discourse were playfully ironical; and finished the |
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beer as he did so. |
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This unexpected offer of shelter was too tempting to be resisted; |
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especially as it was immediately followed up, by the assurance |
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that the old gentleman referred to, would doubtless provide |
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Oliver with a comfortable place, without loss of time. This led |
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to a more friendly and confidential dialogue; from which Oliver |
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discovered that his friend's name was Jack Dawkins, and that he |
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was a peculiar pet and protege of the elderly gentleman before |
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mentioned. |
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Mr. Dawkin's appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of the |
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comforts which his patron's interest obtained for those whom he |
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took under his protection; but, as he had a rather flightly and |
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dissolute mode of conversing, and furthermore avowed that among |
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his intimate friends he was better known by the sobriquet of 'The |
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Artful Dodger,' Oliver concluded that, being of a dissipated and |
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careless turn, the moral precepts of his benefactor had hitherto |
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been thrown away upon him. Under this impression, he secretly |
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resolved to cultivate the good opinion of the old gentleman as |
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quickly as possible; and, if he found the Dodger incorrigible, as |
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he more than half suspected he should, to decline the honour of |
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his farther acquaintance. |
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As John Dawkins objected to their entering London before |
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nightfall, it was nearly eleven o'clock when they reached the |
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turnpike at Islington. They crossed from the Angel into St. |
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John's Road; struck down the small street which terminates at |
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Sadler's Wells Theatre; through Exmouth Street and Coppice Row; |
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down the little court by the side of the workhouse; across the |
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classic ground which once bore the name of Hockley-in-the-Hole; |
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thence into Little Saffron Hill; and so into Saffron Hill the |
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Great: along which the Dodger scudded at a rapid pace, directing |
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Oliver to follow close at his heels. |
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Although Oliver had enough to occupy his attention in keeping |
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sight of his leader, he could not help bestowing a few hasty |
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glances on either side of the way, as he passed along. A dirtier |
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or more wretched place he had never seen. The street was very |
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narrow and muddy, and the air was impregnated with filthy odours. |
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There were a good many small shops; but the only stock in trade |
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appeared to be heaps of children, who, even at that time of |
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night, were crawling in and out at the doors, or screaming from |
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the inside. The sole places that seemed to prosper amid the |
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general blight of the place, were the public-houses; and in them, |
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the lowest orders of Irish were wrangling with might and main. |
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Covered ways and yards, which here and there diverged from the |
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main street, disclosed little knots of houses, where drunken men |
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and women were positively wallowing in filth; and from several of |
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the door-ways, great ill-looking fellows were cautiously |
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emerging, bound, to all appearance, on no very well-disposed or |
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harmless errands. |
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Oliver was just considering whether he hadn't better run away, |
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when they reached the bottom of the hill. His conductor, |
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catching him by the arm, pushed open the door of a house near |
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Field Lane; and drawing him into the passage, closed it behind |
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them. |
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'Now, then!' cried a voice from below, in reply to a whistle from |
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the Dodger. |
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'Plummy and slam!' was the reply. |
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This seemed to be some watchword or signal that all was right; |
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for the light of a feeble candle gleamed on the wall at the |
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remote end of the passage; and a man's face peeped out, from |
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where a balustrade of the old kitchen staircase had been broken |
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away. |
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'There's two on you,' said the man, thrusting the candle farther |
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out, and shielding his eyes with his hand. 'Who's the t'other |
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one?' |
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'A new pal,' replied Jack Dawkins, pulling Oliver forward. |
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'Where did he come from?' |
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'Greenland. Is Fagin upstairs?' |
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'Yes, he's a sortin' the wipes. Up with you!' The candle was |
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drawn back, and the face disappeared. |
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Oliver, groping his way with one hand, and having the other |
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firmly grasped by his companion, ascended with much difficulty |
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the dark and broken stairs: which his conductor mounted with an |
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ease and expedition that showed he was well acquainted with them. |
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He threw open the door of a back-room, and drew Oliver in after |
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him. |
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The walls and ceiling of the room were perfectly black with age |
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and dirt. There was a deal table before the fire: upon which |
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were a candle, stuck in a ginger-beer bottle, two or three pewter |
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pots, a loaf and butter, and a plate. In a frying-pan, which was |
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on the fire, and which was secured to the mantelshelf by a |
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string, some sausages were cooking; and standing over them, with |
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a toasting-fork in his hand, was a very old shrivelled Jew, whose |
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villainous-looking and repulsive face was obscured by a quantity |
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of matted red hair. He was dressed in a greasy flannel gown, with |
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his throat bare; and seemed to be dividing his attention between |
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the frying-pan and the clothes-horse, over which a great number |
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of silk handkerchiefs were hanging. Several rough beds made of |
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old sacks, were huddled side by side on the floor. Seated round |
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the table were four or five boys, none older than the Dodger, |
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smoking long clay pipes, and drinking spirits with the air of |
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middle-aged men. These all crowded about their associate as he |
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whispered a few words to the Jew; and then turned round and |
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grinned at Oliver. So did the Jew himself, toasting-fork in |
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hand. |
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'This is him, Fagin,' said Jack Dawkins;'my friend Oliver |
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Twist.' |
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The Jew grinned; and, making a low obeisance to Oliver, took him |
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by the hand, and hoped he should have the honour of his intimate |
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acquaintance. Upon this, the young gentleman with the pipes came |
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round him, and shook both his hands very hard--especially the one |
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in which he held his little bundle. One young gentleman was very |
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anxious to hang up his cap for him; and another was so obliging |
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as to put his hands in his pockets, in order that, as he was very |
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tired, he might not have the trouble of emptying them, himself, |
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when he went to bed. These civilities would probably be extended |
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much farther, but for a liberal exercise of the Jew's |
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toasting-fork on the heads and shoulders of the affectionate |
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youths who offered them. |
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'We are very glad to see you, Oliver, very,' said the Jew. |
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'Dodger, take off the sausages; and draw a tub near the fire for |
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Oliver. Ah, you're a-staring at the pocket-handkerchiefs! eh, my |
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dear. There are a good many of 'em, ain't there? We've just |
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looked 'em out, ready for the wash; that's all, Oliver; that's |
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all. Ha! ha! ha!' |
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The latter part of this speech, was hailed by a boisterous shout |
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from all the hopeful pupils of the merry old gentleman. In the |
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midst of which they went to supper. |
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Oliver ate his share, and the Jew then mixed him a glass of hot |
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gin-and-water: telling him he must drink it off directly, |
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because another gentleman wanted the tumbler. Oliver did as he |
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was desired. Immediately afterwards he felt himself gently |
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lifted on to one of the sacks; and then he sunk into a deep |
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