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'
Yes
;
he
's
my
boy
,
'
replied
Sikes
,
looking
hard
at
Oliver
,
and
putting
his
hand
abstractedly
into
the
pocket
where
the
pistol
was
.
'
Your
father
walks
rather
too
quick
for
you
,
do
n't
he
,
my
man
?
'
inquired
the
driver
:
seeing
that
Oliver
was
out
of
breath
.
'
Not
a
bit
of
it
,
'
replied
Sikes
,
interposing
.
'
He
's
used
to
it
.
Here
,
take
hold
of
my
hand
,
Ned
.
In
with
you
!
'
Thus
addressing
Oliver
,
he
helped
him
into
the
cart
;
and
the
driver
,
pointing
to
a
heap
of
sacks
,
told
him
to
lie
down
there
,
and
rest
himself
.
As
they
passed
the
different
mile-stones
,
Oliver
wondered
,
more
and
more
,
where
his
companion
meant
to
take
him
.
Kensington
,
Hammersmith
,
Chiswick
,
Kew
Bridge
,
Brentford
,
were
all
passed
;
and
yet
they
went
on
as
steadily
as
if
they
had
only
just
begun
their
journey
.
At
length
,
they
came
to
a
public-house
called
the
Coach
and
Horses
;
a
little
way
beyond
which
,
another
road
appeared
to
run
off
.
And
here
,
the
cart
stopped
.
Sikes
dismounted
with
great
precipitation
,
holding
Oliver
by
the
hand
all
the
while
;
and
lifting
him
down
directly
,
bestowed
a
furious
look
upon
him
,
and
rapped
the
side-pocket
with
his
fist
,
in
a
significant
manner
.
'
Good-bye
,
boy
,
'
said
the
man
.
'
He
's
sulky
,
'
replied
Sikes
,
giving
him
a
shake
;
'
he
's
sulky
.
A
young
dog
!
Do
n't
mind
him
.
'
'
Not
I
!
'
rejoined
the
other
,
getting
into
his
cart
.
'
It
's
a
fine
day
,
after
all
.
'
And
he
drove
away
.
