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'
Do
you
live
in
London
?
'
inquired
Oliver
.
'
Yes
.
I
do
,
when
I
'm
at
home
,
'
replied
the
boy
.
'
I
suppose
you
want
some
place
to
sleep
in
to-night
,
do
n't
you
?
'
'
I
do
,
indeed
,
'
answered
Oliver
.
'
I
have
not
slept
under
a
roof
since
I
left
the
country
.
'
'
Do
n't
fret
your
eyelids
on
that
score
.
'
said
the
young
gentleman
.
'
I
've
got
to
be
in
London
to-night
;
and
I
know
a
'
spectable
old
gentleman
as
lives
there
,
wot
'll
give
you
lodgings
for
nothink
,
and
never
ask
for
the
change
--
that
is
,
if
any
genelman
he
knows
interduces
you
.
And
do
n't
he
know
me
?
Oh
,
no
!
Not
in
the
least
!
By
no
means
.
Certainly
not
!
'
The
young
gentelman
smiled
,
as
if
to
intimate
that
the
latter
fragments
of
discourse
were
playfully
ironical
;
and
finished
the
beer
as
he
did
so
.
This
unexpected
offer
of
shelter
was
too
tempting
to
be
resisted
;
especially
as
it
was
immediately
followed
up
,
by
the
assurance
that
the
old
gentleman
referred
to
,
would
doubtless
provide
Oliver
with
a
comfortable
place
,
without
loss
of
time
.
This
led
to
a
more
friendly
and
confidential
dialogue
;
from
which
Oliver
discovered
that
his
friend
's
name
was
Jack
Dawkins
,
and
that
he
was
a
peculiar
pet
and
protege
of
the
elderly
gentleman
before
mentioned
.
Mr.
Dawkin
's
appearance
did
not
say
a
vast
deal
in
favour
of
the
comforts
which
his
patron
's
interest
obtained
for
those
whom
he
took
under
his
protection
;
but
,
as
he
had
a
rather
flightly
and
dissolute
mode
of
conversing
,
and
furthermore
avowed
that
among
his
intimate
friends
he
was
better
known
by
the
sobriquet
of
'
The
Artful
Dodger
,
'
Oliver
concluded
that
,
being
of
a
dissipated
and
careless
turn
,
the
moral
precepts
of
his
benefactor
had
hitherto
been
thrown
away
upon
him
.
Under
this
impression
,
he
secretly
resolved
to
cultivate
the
good
opinion
of
the
old
gentleman
as
quickly
as
possible
;
and
,
if
he
found
the
Dodger
incorrigible
,
as
he
more
than
half
suspected
he
should
,
to
decline
the
honour
of
his
farther
acquaintance
.
As
John
Dawkins
objected
to
their
entering
London
before
nightfall
,
it
was
nearly
eleven
o'clock
when
they
reached
the
turnpike
at
Islington
.
They
crossed
from
the
Angel
into
St.
John
's
Road
;
struck
down
the
small
street
which
terminates
at
Sadler
's
Wells
Theatre
;
through
Exmouth
Street
and
Coppice
Row
;
down
the
little
court
by
the
side
of
the
workhouse
;
across
the
classic
ground
which
once
bore
the
name
of
Hockley-in-the
--
Hole
;
thence
into
Little
Saffron
Hill
;
and
so
into
Saffron
Hill
the
Great
:
along
which
the
Dodger
scudded
at
a
rapid
pace
,
directing
Oliver
to
follow
close
at
his
heels
.
