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'
Afraid
!
'
murmured
the
crowd
.
'
That
's
a
good
'
un
!
'
'
Poor
fellow
!
'
said
the
gentleman
,
'
he
has
hurt
himself
.
'
'
I
did
that
,
sir
,
'
said
a
great
lubberly
fellow
,
stepping
forward
;
'
and
preciously
I
cut
my
knuckle
agin
'
his
mouth
.
I
stopped
him
,
sir
.
'
The
follow
touched
his
hat
with
a
grin
,
expecting
something
for
his
pains
;
but
,
the
old
gentleman
,
eyeing
him
with
an
expression
of
dislike
,
look
anxiously
round
,
as
if
he
contemplated
running
away
himself
:
which
it
is
very
possible
he
might
have
attempted
to
do
,
and
thus
have
afforded
another
chase
,
had
not
a
police
officer
(
who
is
generally
the
last
person
to
arrive
in
such
cases
)
at
that
moment
made
his
way
through
the
crowd
,
and
seized
Oliver
by
the
collar
.
'
Come
,
get
up
,
'
said
the
man
,
roughly
.
'
It
was
n't
me
indeed
,
sir
.
Indeed
,
indeed
,
it
was
two
other
boys
,
'
said
Oliver
,
clasping
his
hands
passionately
,
and
looking
round
.
'
They
are
here
somewhere
.
'
'
Oh
no
,
they
ai
n't
,
'
said
the
officer
.
He
meant
this
to
be
ironical
,
but
it
was
true
besides
;
for
the
Dodger
and
Charley
Bates
had
filed
off
down
the
first
convenient
court
they
came
to
.
'
Come
,
get
up
!
'
'
Do
n't
hurt
him
,
'
said
the
old
gentleman
,
compassionately
.
'
Oh
no
,
I
wo
n't
hurt
him
,
'
replied
the
officer
,
tearing
his
jacket
half
off
his
back
,
in
proof
thereof
.
'
Come
,
I
know
you
;
it
wo
n't
do
.
Will
you
stand
upon
your
legs
,
you
young
devil
?
'
