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'
Oh
,
I
dare
say
about
that
,
yer
know
,
'
observed
Noah
,
backing
towards
the
door
,
and
shaking
his
head
with
a
kind
of
sober
alarm
.
'
No
,
no
--
none
of
that
.
It
's
not
in
my
department
,
that
ai
n't
.
'
'
Wot
department
has
he
got
,
Fagin
?
'
inquired
Master
Bates
,
surveying
Noah
's
lank
form
with
much
disgust
.
'
The
cutting
away
when
there
's
anything
wrong
,
and
the
eating
all
the
wittles
when
there
's
everything
right
;
is
that
his
branch
?
'
'
Never
mind
,
'
retorted
Mr.
Bolter
;
'
and
do
n't
yer
take
liberties
with
yer
superiors
,
little
boy
,
or
yer
'll
find
yerself
in
the
wrong
shop
.
'
Master
Bates
laughed
so
vehemently
at
this
magnificent
threat
,
that
it
was
some
time
before
Fagin
could
interpose
,
and
represent
to
Mr.
Bolter
that
he
incurred
no
possible
danger
in
visiting
the
police-office
;
that
,
inasmuch
as
no
account
of
the
little
affair
in
which
he
had
engaged
,
nor
any
description
of
his
person
,
had
yet
been
forwarded
to
the
metropolis
,
it
was
very
probable
that
he
was
not
even
suspected
of
having
resorted
to
it
for
shelter
;
and
that
,
if
he
were
properly
disguised
,
it
would
be
as
safe
a
spot
for
him
to
visit
as
any
in
London
,
inasmuch
as
it
would
be
,
of
all
places
,
the
very
last
,
to
which
he
could
be
supposed
likely
to
resort
of
his
own
free
will
.
Persuaded
,
in
part
,
by
these
representations
,
but
overborne
in
a
much
greater
degree
by
his
fear
of
Fagin
,
Mr.
Bolter
at
length
consented
,
with
a
very
bad
grace
,
to
undertake
the
expedition
.
By
Fagin
's
directions
,
he
immediately
substituted
for
his
own
attire
,
a
waggoner
's
frock
,
velveteen
breeches
,
and
leather
leggings
:
all
of
which
articles
the
Jew
had
at
hand
.
He
was
likewise
furnished
with
a
felt
hat
well
garnished
with
turnpike
tickets
;
and
a
carter
's
whip
.
Thus
equipped
,
he
was
to
saunter
into
the
office
,
as
some
country
fellow
from
Covent
Garden
market
might
be
supposed
to
do
for
the
gratification
of
his
curiousity
;
and
as
he
was
as
awkward
,
ungainly
,
and
raw-boned
a
fellow
as
need
be
,
Mr.
Fagin
had
no
fear
but
that
he
would
look
the
part
to
perfection
.
These
arrangements
completed
,
he
was
informed
of
the
necessary
signs
and
tokens
by
which
to
recognise
the
Artful
Dodger
,
and
was
conveyed
by
Master
Bates
through
dark
and
winding
ways
to
within
a
very
short
distance
of
Bow
Street
.
Having
described
the
precise
situation
of
the
office
,
and
accompanied
it
with
copious
directions
how
he
was
to
walk
straight
up
the
passage
,
and
when
he
got
into
the
side
,
and
pull
off
his
hat
as
he
went
into
the
room
,
Charley
Bates
bade
him
hurry
on
alone
,
and
promised
to
bide
his
return
on
the
spot
of
their
parting
.
Noah
Claypole
,
or
Morris
Bolter
as
the
reader
pleases
,
punctually
followed
the
directions
he
had
received
,
which
--
Master
Bates
being
pretty
well
acquainted
with
the
locality
--
were
so
exact
that
he
was
enabled
to
gain
the
magisterial
presence
without
asking
any
question
,
or
meeting
with
any
interruption
by
the
way
.
He
found
himself
jostled
among
a
crowd
of
people
,
chiefly
women
,
who
were
huddled
together
in
a
dirty
frowsy
room
,
at
the
upper
end
of
which
was
a
raised
platform
railed
off
from
the
rest
,
with
a
dock
for
the
prisoners
on
the
left
hand
against
the
wall
,
a
box
for
the
witnesses
in
the
middle
,
and
a
desk
for
the
magistrates
on
the
right
;
the
awful
locality
last
named
,
being
screened
off
by
a
partition
which
concealed
the
bench
from
the
common
gaze
,
and
left
the
vulgar
to
imagine
(
if
they
could
)
the
full
majesty
of
justice
.
