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Oliver
ate
his
share
,
and
the
Jew
then
mixed
him
a
glass
of
hot
gin-and-water
:
telling
him
he
must
drink
it
off
directly
,
because
another
gentleman
wanted
the
tumbler
.
Oliver
did
as
he
was
desired
.
Immediately
afterwards
he
felt
himself
gently
lifted
on
to
one
of
the
sacks
;
and
then
he
sunk
into
a
deep
sleep
.
It
was
late
next
morning
when
Oliver
awoke
,
from
a
sound
,
long
sleep
.
There
was
no
other
person
in
the
room
but
the
old
Jew
,
who
was
boiling
some
coffee
in
a
saucepan
for
breakfast
,
and
whistling
softly
to
himself
as
he
stirred
it
round
and
round
,
with
an
iron
spoon
.
He
would
stop
every
now
and
then
to
listen
when
there
was
the
least
noise
below
:
and
when
he
had
satistified
himself
,
he
would
go
on
whistling
and
stirring
again
,
as
before
.
Although
Oliver
had
roused
himself
from
sleep
,
he
was
not
thoroughly
awake
.
There
is
a
drowsy
state
,
between
sleeping
and
waking
,
when
you
dream
more
in
five
minutes
with
your
eyes
half
open
,
and
yourself
half
conscious
of
everything
that
is
passing
around
you
,
than
you
would
in
five
nights
with
your
eyes
fast
closed
,
and
your
senses
wrapt
in
perfect
unconsciousness
.
At
such
time
,
a
mortal
knows
just
enough
of
what
his
mind
is
doing
,
to
form
some
glimmering
conception
of
its
mighty
powers
,
its
bounding
from
earth
and
spurning
time
and
space
,
when
freed
from
the
restraint
of
its
corporeal
associate
.
Oliver
was
precisely
in
this
condition
.
He
saw
the
Jew
with
his
half-closed
eyes
;
heard
his
low
whistling
;
and
recognised
the
sound
of
the
spoon
grating
against
the
saucepan
's
sides
:
and
yet
the
self-same
senses
were
mentally
engaged
,
at
the
same
time
,
in
busy
action
with
almost
everybody
he
had
ever
known
.
When
the
coffee
was
done
,
the
Jew
drew
the
saucepan
to
the
hob
.
Standing
,
then
in
an
irresolute
attitude
for
a
few
minutes
,
as
if
he
did
not
well
know
how
to
employ
himself
,
he
turned
round
and
looked
at
Oliver
,
and
called
him
by
his
name
.
He
did
not
answer
,
and
was
to
all
appearances
asleep
.
After
satisfiying
himself
upon
this
head
,
the
Jew
stepped
gently
to
the
door
:
which
he
fastened
.
He
then
drew
forth
:
as
it
seemed
to
Oliver
,
from
some
trap
in
the
floor
:
a
small
box
,
which
he
placed
carefully
on
the
table
.
His
eyes
glistened
as
he
raised
the
lid
,
and
looked
in
.
Dragging
an
old
chair
to
the
table
,
he
sat
down
;
and
took
from
it
a
magnificent
gold
watch
,
sparkling
with
jewels
.
'
Aha
!
'
said
the
Jew
,
shrugging
up
his
shoulders
,
and
distorting
every
feature
with
a
hideous
grin
.
'
Clever
dogs
!
Clever
dogs
!
Staunch
to
the
last
!
Never
told
the
old
parson
where
they
were
.
Never
poached
upon
old
Fagin
!
And
why
should
they
?
It
would
n't
have
loosened
the
knot
,
or
kept
the
drop
up
,
a
minute
longer
.
No
,
no
,
no
!
Fine
fellows
!
Fine
fellows
!
'
With
these
,
and
other
muttered
reflections
of
the
like
nature
,
the
Jew
once
more
deposited
the
watch
in
its
place
of
safety
.
At
least
half
a
dozen
more
were
severally
drawn
forth
from
the
same
box
,
and
surveyed
with
equal
pleasure
;
besides
rings
,
brooches
,
bracelet
,
and
other
articles
of
jewellery
,
of
such
magnificent
materials
,
and
costly
workmanship
,
that
Oliver
had
no
idea
,
even
of
their
names
.
Having
replaced
these
trinkets
,
the
Jew
took
out
another
:
so
small
that
it
lay
in
the
palm
of
his
hand
.
There
seemed
to
be
some
very
minute
inscription
on
it
;
for
the
Jew
laid
it
flat
upon
the
table
,
and
shading
it
with
his
hand
,
pored
over
it
,
long
and
earnestly
.
At
length
he
put
it
down
,
as
if
despairing
of
success
;
and
,
leaning
back
in
his
chair
,
muttered
:
'
What
a
fine
thing
capital
punishment
is
!
Dead
men
never
repent
;
dead
men
never
bring
awkward
stories
to
light
.
Ah
,
it
's
a
fine
thing
for
the
trade
!
Five
of
'em
strung
up
in
a
row
,
and
none
left
to
play
booty
,
or
turn
white-livered
!
'
