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'
Good
boy
,
Charley
--
well
done
--
'
he
mumbled
.
'
Oliver
,
too
,
ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
Oliver
too
--
quite
the
gentleman
now
--
quite
the
--
take
that
boy
away
to
bed
!
'
The
jailer
took
the
disengaged
hand
of
Oliver
;
and
,
whispering
him
not
to
be
alarmed
,
looked
on
without
speaking
.
'
Take
him
away
to
bed
!
'
cried
Fagin
.
'
Do
you
hear
me
,
some
of
you
?
He
has
been
the
--
the
--
somehow
the
cause
of
all
this
.
It
's
worth
the
money
to
bring
him
up
to
it
--
Bolter
's
throat
,
Bill
;
never
mind
the
girl
--
Bolter
's
throat
as
deep
as
you
can
cut
.
Saw
his
head
off
!
'
'
Fagin
,
'
said
the
jailer
.
'
That
's
me
!
'
cried
the
Jew
,
falling
instantly
,
into
the
attitude
of
listening
he
had
assumed
upon
his
trial
.
'
An
old
man
,
my
Lord
;
a
very
old
,
old
man
!
'
'
Here
,
'
said
the
turnkey
,
laying
his
hand
upon
his
breast
to
keep
him
down
.
'
Here
's
somebody
wants
to
see
you
,
to
ask
you
some
questions
,
I
suppose
.
Fagin
,
Fagin
!
Are
you
a
man
?
'
'
I
sha
n't
be
one
long
,
'
he
replied
,
looking
up
with
a
face
retaining
no
human
expression
but
rage
and
terror
.
'
Strike
them
all
dead
!
What
right
have
they
to
butcher
me
?
'
As
he
spoke
he
caught
sight
of
Oliver
and
Mr.
Brownlow
.
Shrinking
to
the
furthest
corner
of
the
seat
,
he
demanded
to
know
what
they
wanted
there
.
'
Steady
,
'
said
the
turnkey
,
still
holding
him
down
.
'
Now
,
sir
,
tell
him
what
you
want
.
Quick
,
if
you
please
,
for
he
grows
worse
as
the
time
gets
on
.
'
