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'
It
was
a
knock
,
'
said
Mr.
Giles
,
assuming
perfect
serenity
.
'
Open
the
door
,
somebody
.
'
Nobody
moved
.
'
It
seems
a
strange
sort
of
a
thing
,
a
knock
coming
at
such
a
time
in
the
morning
,
'
said
Mr.
Giles
,
surveying
the
pale
faces
which
surrounded
him
,
and
looking
very
blank
himself
;
'
but
the
door
must
be
opened
.
Do
you
hear
,
somebody
?
'
Mr.
Giles
,
as
he
spoke
,
looked
at
Brittles
;
but
that
young
man
,
being
naturally
modest
,
probably
considered
himself
nobody
,
and
so
held
that
the
inquiry
could
not
have
any
application
to
him
;
at
all
events
,
he
tendered
no
reply
.
Mr.
Giles
directed
an
appealing
glance
at
the
tinker
;
but
he
had
suddenly
fallen
asleep
.
The
women
were
out
of
the
question
.
'
If
Brittles
would
rather
open
the
door
,
in
the
presence
of
witnesses
,
'
said
Mr.
Giles
,
after
a
short
silence
,
'
I
am
ready
to
make
one
.
'
'
So
am
I
,
'
said
the
tinker
,
waking
up
,
as
suddenly
as
he
had
fallen
asleep
.
Brittles
capitualated
on
these
terms
;
and
the
party
being
somewhat
re-assured
by
the
discovery
(
made
on
throwing
open
the
shutters
)
that
it
was
now
broad
day
,
took
their
way
upstairs
;
with
the
dogs
in
front
.
The
two
women
,
who
were
afraid
to
stay
below
,
brought
up
the
rear
.
By
the
advice
of
Mr.
Giles
,
they
all
talked
very
loud
,
to
warn
any
evil-disposed
person
outside
,
that
they
were
strong
in
numbers
;
and
by
a
master-stoke
of
policy
,
originating
in
the
brain
of
the
same
ingenious
gentleman
,
the
dogs
'
tails
were
well
pinched
,
in
the
hall
,
to
make
them
bark
savagely
.
These
precautions
having
been
taken
,
Mr.
Giles
held
on
fast
by
the
tinker
's
arm
(
to
prevent
his
running
away
,
as
he
pleasantly
said
)
,
and
gave
the
word
of
command
to
open
the
door
.
Brittles
obeyed
;
the
group
,
peeping
timourously
over
each
other
's
shoulders
,
beheld
no
more
formidable
object
than
poor
little
Oliver
Twist
,
speechless
and
exhausted
,
who
raised
his
heavy
eyes
,
and
mutely
solicited
their
compassion
.
'
A
boy
!
'
exclaimed
Mr.
Giles
,
valiantly
,
pushing
the
tinker
into
the
background
.
'
What
's
the
matter
with
the
--
eh
?
--
Why
--
Brittles
--
look
here
--
do
n't
you
know
?
'
