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By
the
time
they
had
turned
into
the
Bethnal
Green
Road
,
the
day
had
fairly
begun
to
break
.
Many
of
the
lamps
were
already
extinguished
;
a
few
country
waggons
were
slowly
toiling
on
,
towards
London
;
now
and
then
,
a
stage-coach
,
covered
with
mud
,
rattled
briskly
by
:
the
driver
bestowing
,
as
he
passed
,
and
admonitory
lash
upon
the
heavy
waggoner
who
,
by
keeping
on
the
wrong
side
of
the
road
,
had
endangered
his
arriving
at
the
office
,
a
quarter
of
a
minute
after
his
time
.
The
public-houses
,
with
gas-lights
burning
inside
,
were
already
open
.
By
degrees
,
other
shops
began
to
be
unclosed
,
and
a
few
scattered
people
were
met
with
.
Then
,
came
straggling
groups
of
labourers
going
to
their
work
;
then
,
men
and
women
with
fish-baskets
on
their
heads
;
donkey-carts
laden
with
vegetables
;
chaise-carts
filled
with
live-stock
or
whole
carcasses
of
meat
;
milk-women
with
pails
;
an
unbroken
concourse
of
people
,
trudging
out
with
various
supplies
to
the
eastern
suburbs
of
the
town
.
As
they
approached
the
City
,
the
noise
and
traffic
gradually
increased
;
when
they
threaded
the
streets
between
Shoreditch
and
Smithfield
,
it
had
swelled
into
a
roar
of
sound
and
bustle
.
It
was
as
light
as
it
was
likely
to
be
,
till
night
came
on
again
,
and
the
busy
morning
of
half
the
London
population
had
begun
.
Turning
down
Sun
Street
and
Crown
Street
,
and
crossing
Finsbury
square
,
Mr.
Sikes
struck
,
by
way
of
Chiswell
Street
,
into
Barbican
:
thence
into
Long
Lane
,
and
so
into
Smithfield
;
from
which
latter
place
arose
a
tumult
of
discordant
sounds
that
filled
Oliver
Twist
with
amazement
.
It
was
market-morning
.
The
ground
was
covered
,
nearly
ankle-deep
,
with
filth
and
mire
;
a
thick
steam
,
perpetually
rising
from
the
reeking
bodies
of
the
cattle
,
and
mingling
with
the
fog
,
which
seemd
to
rest
upon
the
chimney-tops
,
hung
heavily
above
.
All
the
pens
in
the
centre
of
the
large
area
,
and
as
many
temporary
pens
as
could
be
crowded
into
the
vacant
space
,
were
filled
with
sheep
;
tied
up
to
posts
by
the
gutter
side
were
long
lines
of
beasts
and
oxen
,
three
or
four
deep
.
Countrymen
,
butchers
,
drovers
,
hawkers
,
boys
,
thieves
,
idlers
,
and
vagabonds
of
every
low
grade
,
were
mingled
together
in
a
mass
;
the
whistling
of
drovers
,
the
barking
dogs
,
the
bellowing
and
plunging
of
the
oxen
,
the
bleating
of
sheep
,
the
grunting
and
squeaking
of
pigs
,
the
cries
of
hawkers
,
the
shouts
,
oaths
,
and
quarrelling
on
all
sides
;
the
ringing
of
bells
and
roar
of
voices
,
that
issued
from
every
public-house
;
the
crowding
,
pushing
,
driving
,
beating
,
whooping
and
yelling
;
the
hideous
and
discordant
dim
that
resounded
from
every
corner
of
the
market
;
and
the
unwashed
,
unshaven
,
squalid
,
and
dirty
figues
constantly
running
to
and
fro
,
and
bursting
in
and
out
of
the
throng
;
rendered
it
a
stunning
and
bewildering
scene
,
which
quite
confounded
the
senses
.
Mr.
Sikes
,
dragging
Oliver
after
him
,
elbowed
his
way
through
the
thickest
of
the
crowd
,
and
bestowed
very
little
attention
on
the
numerous
sights
and
sounds
,
which
so
astonished
the
boy
.
He
nodded
,
twice
or
thrice
,
to
a
passing
friend
;
and
,
resisting
as
many
invitations
to
take
a
morning
dram
,
pressed
steadily
onward
,
until
they
were
clear
of
the
turmoil
,
and
had
made
their
way
through
Hosier
Lane
into
Holborn
.
'
Now
,
young
'
un
!
'
said
Sikes
,
looking
up
at
the
clock
of
St.
Andrew
's
Church
,
'
hard
upon
seven
!
you
must
step
out
.
Come
,
do
n't
lag
behind
already
,
Lazy-legs
!
'
Mr.
Sikes
accompanied
this
speech
with
a
jerk
at
his
little
companion
's
wrist
;
Oliver
,
quickening
his
pace
into
a
kind
of
trot
between
a
fast
walk
and
a
run
,
kept
up
with
the
rapid
strides
of
the
house-breaker
as
well
as
he
could
.
They
held
their
course
at
this
rate
,
until
they
had
passed
Hyde
Park
corner
,
and
were
on
their
way
to
Kensington
:
when
Sikes
relaxed
his
pace
,
until
an
empty
cart
which
was
at
some
little
distance
behind
,
came
up
.
Seeing
'
Hounslow
'
written
on
it
,
he
asked
the
driver
with
as
much
civility
as
he
could
assume
,
if
he
would
give
them
a
lift
as
far
as
Isleworth
.
'
Jump
up
,
'
said
the
man
.
'
Is
that
your
boy
?
'
