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The
speaker
appeared
to
throw
a
boot-jack
,
or
some
such
article
,
at
the
person
he
addressed
,
to
rouse
him
from
his
slumbers
:
for
the
noise
of
a
wooden
body
,
falling
violently
,
was
heard
;
and
then
an
indistinct
muttering
,
as
of
a
man
between
sleep
and
awake
.
'
Do
you
hear
?
'
cried
the
same
voice
.
'
There
's
Bill
Sikes
in
the
passage
with
nobody
to
do
the
civil
to
him
;
and
you
sleeping
there
,
as
if
you
took
laudanum
with
your
meals
,
and
nothing
stronger
.
Are
you
any
fresher
now
,
or
do
you
want
the
iron
candlestick
to
wake
you
thoroughly
?
'
A
pair
of
slipshod
feet
shuffled
,
hastily
,
across
the
bare
floor
of
the
room
,
as
this
interrogatory
was
put
;
and
there
issued
,
from
a
door
on
the
right
hand
;
first
,
a
feeble
candle
:
and
next
,
the
form
of
the
same
individual
who
has
been
heretofore
described
as
labouring
under
the
infirmity
of
speaking
through
his
nose
,
and
officiating
as
waiter
at
the
public-house
on
Saffron
Hill
.
'
Bister
Sikes
!
'
exclaimed
Barney
,
with
real
or
counterfeit
joy
;
'
cub
id
,
sir
;
cub
id
.
'
'
Here
!
you
get
on
first
,
'
said
Sikes
,
putting
Oliver
in
front
of
him
.
'
Quicker
!
or
I
shall
tread
upon
your
heels
.
'
Muttering
a
curse
upon
his
tardiness
,
Sikes
pushed
Oliver
before
him
;
and
they
entered
a
low
dark
room
with
a
smoky
fire
,
two
or
three
broken
chairs
,
a
table
,
and
a
very
old
couch
:
on
which
,
with
his
legs
much
higher
than
his
head
,
a
man
was
reposing
at
full
length
,
smoking
a
long
clay
pipe
.
He
was
dressed
in
a
smartly-cut
snuff-coloured
coat
,
with
large
brass
buttons
;
an
orange
neckerchief
;
a
coarse
,
staring
,
shawl-pattern
waistcoat
;
and
drab
breeches
.
Mr.
Crackit
(
for
he
it
was
)
had
no
very
great
quantity
of
hair
,
either
upon
his
head
or
face
;
but
what
he
had
,
was
of
a
reddish
dye
,
and
tortured
into
long
corkscrew
curls
,
through
which
he
occasionally
thrust
some
very
dirty
fingers
,
ornamented
with
large
common
rings
.
He
was
a
trifle
above
the
middle
size
,
and
apparently
rather
weak
in
the
legs
;
but
this
circumstance
by
no
means
detracted
from
his
own
admiration
of
his
top-boots
,
which
he
contemplated
,
in
their
elevated
situation
,
with
lively
satisfaction
.
'
Bill
,
my
boy
!
'
said
this
figure
,
turning
his
head
towards
the
door
,
'
I
'm
glad
to
see
you
.
I
was
almost
afraid
you
'd
given
it
up
:
in
which
case
I
should
have
made
a
personal
wentur
.
Hallo
!
'
Uttering
this
exclamation
in
a
tone
of
great
surprise
,
as
his
eyes
rested
on
Oliver
,
Mr.
Toby
Crackit
brought
himself
into
a
sitting
posture
,
and
demanded
who
that
was
.
'
The
boy
.
Only
the
boy
!
'
replied
Sikes
,
drawing
a
chair
towards
the
fire
.
'
Wud
of
Bister
Fagid
's
lads
,
'
exclaimed
Barney
,
with
a
grin
.
