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Sometimes
,
indeed
,
a
grizzly
head
might
be
seen
,
peering
over
the
parapet-wall
of
a
distant
house
;
but
it
was
quickly
withdrawn
again
;
and
as
the
window
of
Oliver
's
observatory
was
nailed
down
,
and
dimmed
with
the
rain
and
smoke
of
years
,
it
was
as
much
as
he
could
do
to
make
out
the
forms
of
the
different
objects
beyond
,
without
making
any
attempt
to
be
seen
or
heard
--
which
he
had
as
much
chance
of
being
,
as
if
he
had
lived
inside
the
ball
of
St.
Paul
's
Cathedral
.
One
afternoon
,
the
Dodger
and
Master
Bates
being
engaged
out
that
evening
,
the
first-named
young
gentleman
took
it
into
his
head
to
evince
some
anxiety
regarding
the
decoration
of
his
person
(
to
do
him
justice
,
this
was
by
no
means
an
habitual
weakness
with
him
)
;
and
,
with
this
end
and
aim
,
he
condescendingly
commanded
Oliver
to
assist
him
in
his
toilet
,
straightway
.
Oliver
was
but
too
glad
to
make
himself
useful
;
too
happy
to
have
some
faces
,
however
bad
,
to
look
upon
;
too
desirous
to
conciliate
those
about
him
when
he
could
honestly
do
so
;
to
throw
any
objection
in
the
way
of
this
proposal
.
So
he
at
once
expressed
his
readiness
;
and
,
kneeling
on
the
floor
,
while
the
Dodger
sat
upon
the
table
so
that
he
could
take
his
foot
in
his
laps
,
he
applied
himself
to
a
process
which
Mr.
Dawkins
designated
as
'
japanning
his
trotter-cases
.
'
The
phrase
,
rendered
into
plain
English
,
signifieth
,
cleaning
his
boots
.
Whether
it
was
the
sense
of
freedom
and
independence
which
a
rational
animal
may
be
supposed
to
feel
when
he
sits
on
a
table
in
an
easy
attitude
smoking
a
pipe
,
swinging
one
leg
carelessly
to
and
fro
,
and
having
his
boots
cleaned
all
the
time
,
without
even
the
past
trouble
of
having
taken
them
off
,
or
the
prospective
misery
of
putting
them
on
,
to
disturb
his
reflections
;
or
whether
it
was
the
goodness
of
the
tobacco
that
soothed
the
feelings
of
the
Dodger
,
or
the
mildness
of
the
beer
that
mollified
his
thoughts
;
he
was
evidently
tinctured
,
for
the
nonce
,
with
a
spice
of
romance
and
enthusiasm
,
foreign
to
his
general
nature
.
He
looked
down
on
Oliver
,
with
a
thoughtful
countenance
,
for
a
brief
space
;
and
then
,
raising
his
head
,
and
heaving
a
gentle
sign
,
said
,
half
in
abstraction
,
and
half
to
Master
Bates
:
'
What
a
pity
it
is
he
is
n't
a
prig
!
'
'
Ah
!
'
said
Master
Charles
Bates
;
'
he
do
n't
know
what
's
good
for
him
.
'
The
Dodger
sighed
again
,
and
resumed
his
pipe
:
as
did
Charley
Bates
.
They
both
smoked
,
for
some
seconds
,
in
silence
.
'
I
suppose
you
do
n't
even
know
what
a
prig
is
?
'
said
the
Dodger
mournfully
.
'
I
think
I
know
that
,
'
replied
Oliver
,
looking
up
.
'
It
's
a
the
--
;
you
're
one
,
are
you
not
?
'
inquired
Oliver
,
checking
himself
.
'
I
am
,
'
replied
the
Doger
.
'
I
'd
scorn
to
be
anything
else
.
'
Mr.
Dawkins
gave
his
hat
a
ferocious
cock
,
after
delivering
this
sentiment
,
and
looked
at
Master
Bates
,
as
if
to
denote
that
he
would
feel
obliged
by
his
saying
anything
to
the
contrary
.
