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There
were
sad
hearts
at
Mr.
Brownlow
's
that
night
Oliver
's
heart
sank
within
him
,
when
he
thought
of
his
good
friends
;
it
was
well
for
him
that
he
could
not
know
what
they
had
heard
,
or
it
might
have
broken
outright
.
About
noon
next
day
,
when
the
Dodger
and
Master
Bates
had
gone
out
to
pursue
their
customary
avocations
,
Mr.
Fagin
took
the
opportunity
of
reading
Oliver
a
long
lecture
on
the
crying
sin
of
ingratitude
;
of
which
he
clearly
demonstrated
he
had
been
guilty
,
to
no
ordinary
extent
,
in
wilfully
absenting
himself
from
the
society
of
his
anxious
friends
;
and
,
still
more
,
in
endeavouring
to
escape
from
them
after
so
much
trouble
and
expense
had
been
incurred
in
his
recovery
.
Mr.
Fagin
laid
great
stress
on
the
fact
of
his
having
taken
Oliver
in
,
and
cherished
him
,
when
,
without
his
timely
aid
,
he
might
have
perished
with
hunger
;
and
he
related
the
dismal
and
affecting
history
of
a
young
lad
whom
,
in
his
philanthropy
,
he
had
succoured
under
parallel
circumstances
,
but
who
,
proving
unworthy
of
his
confidence
and
evincing
a
desire
to
communicate
with
the
police
,
had
unfortunately
come
to
be
hanged
at
the
Old
Bailey
one
morning
.
Mr.
Fagin
did
not
seek
to
conceal
his
share
in
the
catastrophe
,
but
lamented
with
tears
in
his
eyes
that
the
wrong-headed
and
treacherous
behaviour
of
the
young
person
in
question
,
had
rendered
it
necessary
that
he
should
become
the
victim
of
certain
evidence
for
the
crown
:
which
,
if
it
were
not
precisely
true
,
was
indispensably
necessary
for
the
safety
of
him
(
Mr.
Fagin
)
and
a
few
select
friends
.
Mr.
Fagin
concluded
by
drawing
a
rather
disagreeable
picture
of
the
discomforts
of
hanging
;
and
,
with
great
friendliness
and
politeness
of
manner
,
expressed
his
anxious
hopes
that
he
might
never
be
obliged
to
submit
Oliver
Twist
to
that
unpleasant
operation
.
Little
Oliver
's
blood
ran
cold
,
as
he
listened
to
the
Jew
's
words
,
and
imperfectly
comprehended
the
dark
threats
conveyed
in
them
.
That
it
was
possible
even
for
justice
itself
to
confound
the
innocent
with
the
guilty
when
they
were
in
accidental
companionship
,
he
knew
already
;
and
that
deeply-laid
plans
for
the
destruction
of
inconveniently
knowing
or
over-communicative
persons
,
had
been
really
devised
and
carried
out
by
the
Jew
on
more
occasions
than
one
,
he
thought
by
no
means
unlikely
,
when
he
recollected
the
general
nature
of
the
altercations
between
that
gentleman
and
Mr.
Sikes
:
which
seemed
to
bear
reference
to
some
foregone
conspiracy
of
the
kind
.
As
he
glanced
timidly
up
,
and
met
the
Jew
's
searching
look
,
he
felt
that
his
pale
face
and
trembling
limbs
were
neither
unnoticed
nor
unrelished
by
that
wary
old
gentleman
.
The
Jew
,
smiling
hideously
,
patted
Oliver
on
the
head
,
and
said
,
that
if
he
kept
himself
quiet
,
and
applied
himself
to
business
,
he
saw
they
would
be
very
good
friends
yet
.
Then
,
taking
his
hat
,
and
covering
himself
with
an
old
patched
great-coat
,
he
went
out
,
and
locked
the
room-door
behind
him
.
And
so
Oliver
remained
all
that
day
,
and
for
the
greater
part
of
many
subsequent
days
,
seeing
nobody
,
between
early
morning
and
midnight
,
and
left
during
the
long
hours
to
commune
with
his
own
thoughts
.
Which
,
never
failing
to
revert
to
his
kind
friends
,
and
the
opinion
they
must
long
ago
have
formed
of
him
,
were
sad
indeed
.
After
the
lapse
of
a
week
or
so
,
the
Jew
left
the
room-door
unlocked
;
and
he
was
at
liberty
to
wander
about
the
house
.
It
was
a
very
dirty
place
.
The
rooms
upstairs
had
great
high
wooden
chimney-pieces
and
large
doors
,
with
panelled
walls
and
cornices
to
the
ceiling
;
which
,
although
they
were
black
with
neglect
and
dust
,
were
ornamented
in
various
ways
.
From
all
of
these
tokens
Oliver
concluded
that
a
long
time
ago
,
before
the
old
Jew
was
born
,
it
had
belonged
to
better
people
,
and
had
perhaps
been
quite
gay
and
handsome
:
dismal
and
dreary
as
it
looked
now
.
Spiders
had
built
their
webs
in
the
angles
of
the
walls
and
ceilings
;
and
sometimes
,
when
Oliver
walked
softly
into
a
room
,
the
mice
would
scamper
across
the
floor
,
and
run
back
terrified
to
their
holes
.
With
these
exceptions
,
there
was
neither
sight
nor
sound
of
any
living
thing
;
and
often
,
when
it
grew
dark
,
and
he
was
tired
of
wandering
from
room
to
room
,
he
would
crouch
in
the
corner
of
the
passage
by
the
street-door
,
to
be
as
near
living
people
as
he
could
;
and
would
remain
there
,
listening
and
counting
the
hours
,
until
the
Jew
or
the
boys
returned
.
In
all
the
rooms
,
the
mouldering
shutters
were
fast
closed
:
the
bars
which
held
them
were
screwed
tight
into
the
wood
;
the
only
light
which
was
admitted
,
stealing
its
way
through
round
holes
at
the
top
:
which
made
the
rooms
more
gloomy
,
and
filled
them
with
strange
shadows
.
There
was
a
back-garret
window
with
rusty
bars
outside
,
which
had
no
shutter
;
and
out
of
this
,
Oliver
often
gazed
with
a
melancholy
face
for
hours
together
;
but
nothing
was
to
be
descried
from
it
but
a
confused
and
crowded
mass
of
housetops
,
blackened
chimneys
,
and
gable-ends
.
