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'
Who
's
that
?
'
inquired
Tom
Chitling
,
casting
a
contemptuous
look
at
Oliver
.
'
A
young
friend
of
mine
,
my
dear
,
'
replied
the
Jew
.
'
He
's
in
luck
,
then
,
'
said
the
young
man
,
with
a
meaning
look
at
Fagin
.
'
Never
mind
where
I
came
from
,
young
'
un
;
you
'll
find
your
way
there
,
soon
enough
,
I
'll
bet
a
crown
!
'
At
this
sally
,
the
boys
laughed
.
After
some
more
jokes
on
the
same
subject
,
they
exchanged
a
few
short
whispers
with
Fagin
;
and
withdrew
.
After
some
words
apart
between
the
last
comer
and
Fagin
,
they
drew
their
chairs
towards
the
fire
;
and
the
Jew
,
telling
Oliver
to
come
and
sit
by
him
,
led
the
conversation
to
the
topics
most
calculated
to
interest
his
hearers
.
These
were
,
the
great
advantages
of
the
trade
,
the
proficiency
of
the
Dodger
,
the
amiability
of
Charley
Bates
,
and
the
liberality
of
the
Jew
himself
At
length
these
subjects
displayed
signs
of
being
thoroughly
exhausted
;
and
Mr.
Chitling
did
the
same
:
for
the
house
of
correction
becomes
fatiguing
after
a
week
or
two
.
Miss
Betsy
accordingly
withdrew
;
and
left
the
party
to
their
repose
.
From
this
day
,
Oliver
was
seldom
left
alone
;
but
was
placed
in
almost
constant
communication
with
the
two
boys
,
who
played
the
old
game
with
the
Jew
every
day
:
whether
for
their
own
improvement
or
Oliver
's
,
Mr.
Fagin
best
knew
.
At
other
times
the
old
man
would
tell
them
stories
of
robberies
he
had
committed
in
his
younger
days
:
mixed
up
with
so
much
that
was
droll
and
curious
,
that
Oliver
could
not
help
laughing
heartily
,
and
showing
that
he
was
amused
in
spite
of
all
his
better
feelings
.
In
short
,
the
wily
old
Jew
had
the
boy
in
his
toils
.
Having
prepared
his
mind
,
by
solitude
and
gloom
,
to
prefer
any
society
to
the
companionship
of
his
own
sad
thoughts
in
such
a
dreary
place
,
he
was
now
slowly
instilling
into
his
soul
the
poison
which
he
hoped
would
blacken
it
,
and
change
its
hue
for
ever
.
It
was
a
chill
,
damp
,
windy
night
,
when
the
Jew
:
buttoning
his
great-coat
tight
round
his
shrivelled
body
,
and
pulling
the
collar
up
over
his
ears
so
as
completely
to
obscure
the
lower
part
of
his
face
:
emerged
from
his
den
.
He
paused
on
the
step
as
the
door
was
locked
and
chained
behind
him
;
and
having
listened
while
the
boys
made
all
secure
,
and
until
their
retreating
footsteps
were
no
longer
audible
,
slunk
down
the
street
as
quickly
as
he
could
.
The
house
to
which
Oliver
had
been
conveyed
,
was
in
the
neighborhood
of
Whitechapel
.
The
Jew
stopped
for
an
instant
at
the
corner
of
the
street
;
and
,
glancing
suspiciously
round
,
crossed
the
road
,
and
struck
off
in
the
direction
of
the
Spitalfields
.
