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Oliver
,
who
could
hardly
stand
,
made
a
shift
to
raise
himself
on
his
feet
,
and
was
at
once
lugged
along
the
streets
by
the
jacket-collar
,
at
a
rapid
pace
.
The
gentleman
walked
on
with
them
by
the
officer
's
side
;
and
as
many
of
the
crowd
as
could
achieve
the
feat
,
got
a
little
ahead
,
and
stared
back
at
Oliver
from
time
to
time
.
The
boys
shouted
in
triumph
;
and
on
they
went
.
The
offence
had
been
committed
within
the
district
,
and
indeed
in
the
immediate
neighborhood
of
,
a
very
notorious
metropolitan
police
office
.
The
crowd
had
only
the
satisfaction
of
accompanying
Oliver
through
two
or
three
streets
,
and
down
a
place
called
Mutton
Hill
,
when
he
was
led
beneath
a
low
archway
,
and
up
a
dirty
court
,
into
this
dispensary
of
summary
justice
,
by
the
back
way
.
It
was
a
small
paved
yard
into
which
they
turned
;
and
here
they
encountered
a
stout
man
with
a
bunch
of
whiskers
on
his
face
,
and
a
bunch
of
keys
in
his
hand
.
'
What
's
the
matter
now
?
'
said
the
man
carelessly
.
'
A
young
fogle-hunter
,
'
replied
the
man
who
had
Oliver
in
charge
.
'
Are
you
the
party
that
's
been
robbed
,
sir
?
'
inquired
the
man
with
the
keys
.
'
Yes
,
I
am
,
'
replied
the
old
gentleman
;
'
but
I
am
not
sure
that
this
boy
actually
took
the
handkerchief
.
I
--
I
would
rather
not
press
the
case
.
'
'
Must
go
before
the
magistrate
now
,
sir
,
'
replied
the
man
.
'
His
worship
will
be
disengaged
in
half
a
minute
.
Now
,
young
gallows
!
'
This
was
an
invitation
for
Oliver
to
enter
through
a
door
which
he
unlocked
as
he
spoke
,
and
which
led
into
a
stone
cell
.
Here
he
was
searched
;
and
nothing
being
found
upon
him
,
locked
up
.
This
cell
was
in
shape
and
size
something
like
an
area
cellar
,
only
not
so
light
.
It
was
most
intolably
dirty
;
for
it
was
Monday
morning
;
and
it
had
been
tenanted
by
six
drunken
people
,
who
had
been
locked
up
,
elsewhere
,
since
Saturday
night
.
But
this
is
little
.
In
our
station-houses
,
men
and
women
are
every
night
confined
on
the
most
trivial
charges
--
the
word
is
worth
noting
--
in
dungeons
,
compared
with
which
,
those
in
Newgate
,
occupied
by
the
most
atrocious
felons
,
tried
,
found
guilty
,
and
under
sentence
of
death
,
are
palaces
.
Let
any
one
who
doubts
this
,
compare
the
two
.
