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'
Anybody
here
?
'
inquired
Sikes
.
'
No
,
'
replied
a
voice
,
which
Oliver
thought
he
had
heard
before
.
'
Is
the
old
'
un
here
?
'
asked
the
robber
.
'
Yes
,
'
replied
the
voice
,
'
and
precious
down
in
the
mouth
he
has
been
.
Wo
n't
he
be
glad
to
see
you
?
Oh
,
no
!
'
The
style
of
this
reply
,
as
well
as
the
voice
which
delivered
it
,
seemed
familiar
to
Oliver
's
ears
:
but
it
was
impossible
to
distinguish
even
the
form
of
the
speaker
in
the
darkness
.
'
Let
's
have
a
glim
,
'
said
Sikes
,
'
or
we
shall
go
breaking
our
necks
,
or
treading
on
the
dog
.
Look
after
your
legs
if
you
do
!
'
'
Stand
still
a
moment
,
and
I
'll
get
you
one
,
'
replied
the
voice
.
The
receding
footsteps
of
the
speaker
were
heard
;
and
,
in
another
minute
,
the
form
of
Mr.
John
Dawkins
,
otherwise
the
Artful
Dodger
,
appeared
.
He
bore
in
his
right
hand
a
tallow
candle
stuck
in
the
end
of
a
cleft
stick
.
The
young
gentleman
did
not
stop
to
bestow
any
other
mark
of
recognition
upon
Oliver
than
a
humourous
grin
;
but
,
turning
away
,
beckoned
the
visitors
to
follow
him
down
a
flight
of
stairs
.
They
crossed
an
empty
kitchen
;
and
,
opening
the
door
of
a
low
earthy-smelling
room
,
which
seemed
to
have
been
built
in
a
small
back-yard
,
were
received
with
a
shout
of
laughter
.
'
Oh
,
my
wig
,
my
wig
!
'
cried
Master
Charles
Bates
,
from
whose
lungs
the
laughter
had
proceeded
:
'
here
he
is
!
oh
,
cry
,
here
he
is
!
Oh
,
Fagin
,
look
at
him
!
Fagin
,
do
look
at
him
!
I
ca
n't
bear
it
;
it
is
such
a
jolly
game
,
I
cant
'
bear
it
.
Hold
me
,
somebody
,
while
I
laugh
it
out
.
'
With
this
irrepressible
ebullition
of
mirth
,
Master
Bates
laid
himself
flat
on
the
floor
:
and
kicked
convulsively
for
five
minutes
,
in
an
ectasy
of
facetious
joy
.
Then
jumping
to
his
feet
,
he
snatched
the
cleft
stick
from
the
Dodger
;
and
,
advancing
to
Oliver
,
viewed
him
round
and
round
;
while
the
Jew
,
taking
off
his
nightcap
,
made
a
great
number
of
low
bows
to
the
bewildered
boy
.
The
Artful
,
meantime
,
who
was
of
a
rather
saturnine
disposition
,
and
seldom
gave
way
to
merriment
when
it
interfered
with
business
,
rifled
Oliver
's
pockets
with
steady
assiduity
.
