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The
dog
growled
again
;
and
licking
his
lips
,
eyed
Oliver
as
if
he
were
anxious
to
attach
himself
to
his
windpipe
without
delay
.
'
He
's
as
willing
as
a
Christian
,
strike
me
blind
if
he
is
n't
!
'
said
Sikes
,
regarding
the
animal
with
a
kind
of
grim
and
ferocious
approval
.
'
Now
,
you
know
what
you
've
got
to
expect
,
master
,
so
call
away
as
quick
as
you
like
;
the
dog
will
soon
stop
that
game
.
Get
on
,
young
'
un
!
'
Bull
's
-
eye
wagged
his
tail
in
acknowledgment
of
this
unusually
endearing
form
of
speech
;
and
,
giving
vent
to
another
admonitory
growl
for
the
benefit
of
Oliver
,
led
the
way
onward
.
It
was
Smithfield
that
they
were
crossing
,
although
it
might
have
been
Grosvenor
Square
,
for
anything
Oliver
knew
to
the
contrary
.
The
night
was
dark
and
foggy
.
The
lights
in
the
shops
could
scarecely
struggle
through
the
heavy
mist
,
which
thickened
every
moment
and
shrouded
the
streets
and
houses
in
gloom
;
rendering
the
strange
place
still
stranger
in
Oliver
's
eyes
;
and
making
his
uncertainty
the
more
dismal
and
depressing
.
They
had
hurried
on
a
few
paces
,
when
a
deep
church-bell
struck
the
hour
.
With
its
first
stroke
,
his
two
conductors
stopped
,
and
turned
their
heads
in
the
direction
whence
the
sound
proceeded
.
'
Eight
o
'
clock
,
Bill
,
'
said
Nancy
,
when
the
bell
ceased
.
'
What
's
the
good
of
telling
me
that
;
I
can
hear
it
,
ca
n't
I
!
'
replied
Sikes
.
'
I
wonder
whether
THEY
can
hear
it
,
'
said
Nancy
.
'
Of
course
they
can
,
'
replied
Sikes
.
'
It
was
Bartlemy
time
when
I
was
shopped
;
and
there
war
n't
a
penny
trumpet
in
the
fair
,
as
I
could
n't
hear
the
squeaking
on
.
Arter
I
was
locked
up
for
the
night
,
the
row
and
din
outside
made
the
thundering
old
jail
so
silent
,
that
I
could
almost
have
beat
my
brains
out
against
the
iron
plates
of
the
door
.
'
'
Poor
fellow
!
'
said
Nancy
,
who
still
had
her
face
turned
towards
the
quarter
in
which
the
bell
had
sounded
.
'
Oh
,
Bill
,
such
fine
young
chaps
as
them
!
'
