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'
And
make
your
fortun
'
out
of
hand
?
'
added
the
Dodger
,
with
a
grin
.
'
And
so
be
able
to
retire
on
your
property
,
and
do
the
gen-teel
:
as
I
mean
to
,
in
the
very
next
leap-year
but
four
that
ever
comes
,
and
the
forty-second
Tuesday
in
Trinity-week
,
'
said
Charley
Bates
.
'
I
do
n't
like
it
,
'
rejoined
Oliver
,
timidly
;
'
I
wish
they
would
let
me
go
.
I
--
I
--
would
rather
go
.
'
'
And
Fagin
would
RATHER
not
!
'
rejoined
Charley
.
Oliver
knew
this
too
well
;
but
thinking
it
might
be
dangerous
to
express
his
feelings
more
openly
,
he
only
sighed
,
and
went
on
with
his
boot-cleaning
.
'
Go
!
'
exclaimed
the
Dodger
.
'
Why
,
where
's
your
spirit
?
'
Do
n't
you
take
any
pride
out
of
yourself
?
Would
you
go
and
be
dependent
on
your
friends
?
'
'
Oh
,
blow
that
!
'
said
Master
Bates
:
drawing
two
or
three
silk
handkerchiefs
from
his
pocket
,
and
tossing
them
into
a
cupboard
,
'
that
's
too
mean
;
that
is
.
'
'
I
could
n't
do
it
,
'
said
the
Dodger
,
with
an
air
of
haughty
disgust
.
'
You
can
leave
your
friends
,
though
,
'
said
Oliver
with
a
half
smile
;
'
and
let
them
be
punished
for
what
you
did
.
'
'
That
,
'
rejoined
the
Dodger
,
with
a
wave
of
his
pipe
,
'
That
was
all
out
of
consideration
for
Fagin
,
'
cause
the
traps
know
that
we
work
together
,
and
he
might
have
got
into
trouble
if
we
had
n't
made
our
lucky
;
that
was
the
move
,
was
n't
it
,
Charley
?
'
