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As
the
Jew
uttered
these
words
,
his
bright
dark
eyes
,
which
had
been
staring
vacantly
before
him
,
fell
on
Oliver
's
face
;
the
boy
's
eyes
were
fixed
on
his
in
mute
curiousity
;
and
although
the
recognition
was
only
for
an
instant
--
for
the
briefest
space
of
time
that
can
possibly
be
conceived
--
it
was
enough
to
show
the
old
man
that
he
had
been
observed
.
He
closed
the
lid
of
the
box
with
a
loud
crash
;
and
,
laying
his
hand
on
a
bread
knife
which
was
on
the
table
,
started
furiously
up
.
He
trembled
very
much
though
;
for
,
even
in
his
terror
,
Oliver
could
see
that
the
knife
quivered
in
the
air
.
'
What
's
that
?
'
said
the
Jew
.
'
What
do
you
watch
me
for
?
Why
are
you
awake
?
What
have
you
seen
?
Speak
out
,
boy
!
Quick
--
quick
!
for
your
life
.
'
I
was
n't
able
to
sleep
any
longer
,
sir
,
'
replied
Oliver
,
meekly
.
'
I
am
very
sorry
if
I
have
disturbed
you
,
sir
.
'
'
You
were
not
awake
an
hour
ago
?
'
said
the
Jew
,
scowling
fiercely
on
the
boy
.
'
No
!
No
,
indeed
!
'
replied
Oliver
.
'
Are
you
sure
?
'
cried
the
Jew
:
with
a
still
fiercer
look
than
before
:
and
a
threatening
attitude
.
'
Upon
my
word
I
was
not
,
sir
,
'
replied
Oliver
,
earnestly
.
'
I
was
not
,
indeed
,
sir
.
'
'
Tush
,
tush
,
my
dear
!
'
said
the
Jew
,
abruptly
resuming
his
old
manner
,
and
playing
with
the
knife
a
little
,
before
he
laid
it
down
;
as
if
to
induce
the
belief
that
he
had
caught
it
up
,
in
mere
sport
.
