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It
was
a
little
lattice
window
,
about
five
feet
and
a
half
above
the
ground
,
at
the
back
of
the
house
:
which
belonged
to
a
scullery
,
or
small
brewing-place
,
at
the
end
of
the
passage
.
The
aperture
was
so
small
,
that
the
inmates
had
probably
not
thought
it
worth
while
to
defend
it
more
securely
;
but
it
was
large
enough
to
admit
a
boy
of
Oliver
's
size
,
nevertheless
.
A
very
brief
exercise
of
Mr.
Sike
's
art
,
sufficed
to
overcome
the
fastening
of
the
lattice
;
and
it
soon
stood
wide
open
also
.
'
Now
listen
,
you
young
limb
,
'
whispered
Sikes
,
drawing
a
dark
lantern
from
his
pocket
,
and
throwing
the
glare
full
on
Oliver
's
face
;
'
I
'm
a
going
to
put
you
through
there
.
Take
this
light
;
go
softly
up
the
steps
straight
afore
you
,
and
along
the
little
hall
,
to
the
street
door
;
unfasten
it
,
and
let
us
in
.
'
'
There
's
a
bolt
at
the
top
,
you
wo
n't
be
able
to
reach
,
'
interposed
Toby
.
'
Stand
upon
one
of
the
hall
chairs
.
There
are
three
there
,
Bill
,
with
a
jolly
large
blue
unicorn
and
gold
pitchfork
on
'em
:
which
is
the
old
lady
's
arms
.
'
'
Keep
quiet
,
ca
n't
you
?
'
replied
Sikes
,
with
a
threatening
look
.
'
The
room-door
is
open
,
is
it
?
'
'
Wide
,
'
repied
Toby
,
after
peeping
in
to
satisfy
himself
.
'
The
game
of
that
is
,
that
they
always
leave
it
open
with
a
catch
,
so
that
the
dog
,
who
's
got
a
bed
in
here
,
may
walk
up
and
down
the
passage
when
he
feels
wakeful
.
Ha
!
ha
!
Barney
'
ticed
him
away
to-night
.
So
neat
!
'
Although
Mr.
Crackit
spoke
in
a
scarcely
audible
whisper
,
and
laughed
without
noise
,
Sikes
imperiously
commanded
him
to
be
silent
,
and
to
get
to
work
.
Toby
complied
,
by
first
producing
his
lantern
,
and
placing
it
on
the
ground
;
then
by
planting
himself
firmly
with
his
head
against
the
wall
beneath
the
window
,
and
his
hands
upon
his
knees
,
so
as
to
make
a
step
of
his
back
.
This
was
no
sooner
done
,
than
Sikes
,
mounting
upon
him
,
put
Oiver
gently
through
the
window
with
his
feet
first
;
and
,
without
leaving
hold
of
his
collar
,
planted
him
safely
on
the
floor
inside
.
'
Take
this
lantern
,
'
said
Sikes
,
looking
into
the
room
.
'
You
see
the
stairs
afore
you
?
'
Oliver
,
more
dead
than
alive
,
gasped
out
,
'
Yes
.
'
Sikes
,
pointing
to
the
street-door
with
the
pistol-barrel
,
briefly
advised
him
to
take
notice
that
he
was
within
shot
all
the
way
;
and
that
if
he
faltered
,
he
would
fall
dead
that
instant
.
'
It
's
done
in
a
minute
,
'
said
Sikes
,
in
the
same
low
whisper
.
'
Directly
I
leave
go
of
you
,
do
your
work
.
Hark
!
'
