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'
Going
on
to
Shepperton
,
'
replied
Sikes
.
'
I
'm
your
man
,
as
far
as
I
go
,
'
replied
the
other
.
'
Is
all
paid
,
Becky
?
'
'
Yes
,
the
other
gentleman
's
paid
,
'
replied
the
girl
.
'
I
say
!
'
said
the
man
,
with
tipsy
gravity
;
'
that
wo
n't
do
,
you
know
.
'
'
Why
not
?
'
rejoined
Sikes
.
'
You
're
a-going
to
accommodate
us
,
and
wot
's
to
prevent
my
standing
treat
for
a
pint
or
so
,
in
return
?
'
The
stranger
reflected
upon
this
argument
,
with
a
very
profound
face
;
having
done
so
,
he
seized
Sikes
by
the
hand
:
and
declared
he
was
a
real
good
fellow
.
To
which
Mr.
Sikes
replied
,
he
was
joking
;
as
,
if
he
had
been
sober
,
there
would
have
been
strong
reason
to
suppose
he
was
.
After
the
exchange
of
a
few
more
compliments
,
they
bade
the
company
good-night
,
and
went
out
;
the
girl
gathering
up
the
pots
and
glasses
as
they
did
so
,
and
lounging
out
to
the
door
,
with
her
hands
full
,
to
see
the
party
start
.
The
horse
,
whose
health
had
been
drunk
in
his
absence
,
was
standing
outside
:
ready
harnessed
to
the
cart
.
Oliver
and
Sikes
got
in
without
any
further
ceremony
;
and
the
man
to
whom
he
belonged
,
having
lingered
for
a
minute
or
two
'
to
bear
him
up
,
'
and
to
defy
the
hostler
and
the
world
to
produce
his
equal
,
mounted
also
.
Then
,
the
hostler
was
told
to
give
the
horse
his
head
;
and
,
his
head
being
given
him
,
he
made
a
very
unpleasant
use
of
it
:
tossing
it
into
the
air
with
great
disdain
,
and
running
into
the
parlour
windows
over
the
way
;
after
performing
those
feats
,
and
supporting
himself
for
a
short
time
on
his
hind-legs
,
he
started
off
at
great
speed
,
and
rattled
out
of
the
town
right
gallantly
.
The
night
was
very
dark
.
A
damp
mist
rose
from
the
river
,
and
the
marshy
ground
about
;
and
spread
itself
over
the
dreary
fields
.
It
was
piercing
cold
,
too
;
all
was
gloomy
and
black
.
Not
a
word
was
spoken
;
for
the
driver
had
grown
sleepy
;
and
Sikes
was
in
no
mood
to
lead
him
into
conversation
.
Oliver
sat
huddled
together
,
in
a
corner
of
the
cart
;
bewildered
with
alarm
and
apprehension
;
and
figuring
strange
objects
in
the
gaunt
trees
,
whose
branches
waved
grimly
to
and
fro
,
as
if
in
some
fantastic
joy
at
the
desolation
of
the
scene
.
