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'
Burn
my
body
,
if
he
is
n't
more
trouble
than
a
whole
family
of
Dodgers
.
Drink
it
,
you
perwerse
imp
;
drink
it
!
'
Frightened
by
the
menacing
gestures
of
the
two
men
,
Oliver
hastily
swallowed
the
contents
of
the
glass
,
and
immediately
fell
into
a
violent
fit
of
coughing
:
which
delighted
Toby
Crackit
and
Barney
,
and
even
drew
a
smile
from
the
surly
Mr.
Sikes
.
This
done
,
and
Sikes
having
satisfied
his
appetite
(
Oliver
could
eat
nothing
but
a
small
crust
of
bread
which
they
made
him
swallow
)
,
the
two
men
laid
themselves
down
on
chairs
for
a
short
nap
.
Oliver
retained
his
stool
by
the
fire
;
Barney
wrapped
in
a
blanket
,
stretched
himself
on
the
floor
:
close
outside
the
fender
.
They
slept
,
or
appeared
to
sleep
,
for
some
time
;
nobody
stirring
but
Barney
,
who
rose
once
or
twice
to
throw
coals
on
the
fire
.
Oliver
fell
into
a
heavy
doze
:
imagining
himself
straying
along
the
gloomy
lanes
,
or
wandering
about
the
dark
churchyard
,
or
retracing
some
one
or
other
of
the
scenes
of
the
past
day
:
when
he
was
roused
by
Toby
Crackit
jumping
up
and
declaring
it
was
half-past
one
.
In
an
instant
,
the
other
two
were
on
their
legs
,
and
all
were
actively
engaged
in
busy
preparation
.
Sikes
and
his
companion
enveloped
their
necks
and
chins
in
large
dark
shawls
,
and
drew
on
their
great-coats
;
Barney
,
opening
a
cupboard
,
brought
forth
several
articles
,
which
he
hastily
crammed
into
the
pockets
.
'
Barkers
for
me
,
Barney
,
'
said
Toby
Crackit
.
'
Here
they
are
,
'
replied
Barney
,
producing
a
pair
of
pistols
.
'
You
loaded
them
yourself
.
'
'
All
right
!
'
replied
Toby
,
stowing
them
away
.
'
The
persuaders
?
'
'
I
've
got
'em
,
'
replied
Sikes
.
