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Sikes
waited
until
he
had
fairly
gone
;
and
then
,
telling
Oliver
he
might
look
about
him
if
he
wanted
,
once
again
led
him
onward
on
his
journey
.
They
turned
round
to
the
left
,
a
short
way
past
the
public-house
;
and
then
,
taking
a
right-hand
road
,
walked
on
for
a
long
time
:
passing
many
large
gardens
and
gentlemen
's
houses
on
both
sides
of
the
way
,
and
stopping
for
nothing
but
a
little
beer
,
until
they
reached
a
town
.
Here
against
the
wall
of
a
house
,
Oliver
saw
written
up
in
pretty
large
letters
,
'
Hampton
.
'
They
lingered
about
,
in
the
fields
,
for
some
hours
.
At
length
they
came
back
into
the
town
;
and
,
turning
into
an
old
public-house
with
a
defaced
sign-board
,
ordered
some
dinner
by
the
kitchen
fire
.
The
kitchen
was
an
old
,
low-roofed
room
;
with
a
great
beam
across
the
middle
of
the
ceiling
,
and
benches
,
with
high
backs
to
them
,
by
the
fire
;
on
which
were
seated
several
rough
men
in
smock-frocks
,
drinking
and
smoking
.
They
took
no
notice
of
Oliver
;
and
very
little
of
Sikes
;
and
,
as
Sikes
took
very
little
notice
of
the
,
he
and
his
young
comrade
sat
in
a
corner
by
themselves
,
without
being
much
troubled
by
their
company
.
They
had
some
cold
meat
for
dinner
,
and
sat
so
long
after
it
,
while
Mr.
Sikes
indulged
himself
with
three
or
four
pipes
,
that
Oliver
began
to
feel
quite
certain
they
were
not
going
any
further
.
Being
much
tired
with
the
walk
,
and
getting
up
so
early
,
he
dozed
a
little
at
first
;
then
,
quite
overpowered
by
fatigue
and
the
fumes
of
the
tobacco
,
fell
asleep
.
It
was
quite
dark
when
he
was
awakened
by
a
push
from
Sikes
.
Rousing
himself
sufficiently
to
sit
up
and
look
about
him
,
he
found
that
worthy
in
close
fellowship
and
communication
with
a
labouring
man
,
over
a
pint
of
ale
.
'
So
,
you
're
going
on
to
Lower
Halliford
,
are
you
?
'
inquired
Sikes
.
'
Yes
,
I
am
,
'
replied
the
man
,
who
seemed
a
little
the
worse
--
or
better
,
as
the
case
might
be
--
for
drinking
;
'
and
not
slow
about
it
neither
.
My
horse
has
n't
got
a
load
behind
him
going
back
,
as
he
had
coming
up
in
the
mornin
'
;
and
he
wo
n't
be
long
a-doing
of
it
.
Here
's
luck
to
him
.
Ecod
!
he
's
a
good
'
un
!
'
'
Could
you
give
my
boy
and
me
a
lift
as
far
as
there
?
'
demanded
Sikes
,
pushing
the
ale
towards
his
new
friend
.
'
If
you
're
going
directly
,
I
can
,
'
replied
the
man
,
looking
out
of
the
pot
.
'
Are
you
going
to
Halliford
?
'
