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'
Hold
your
tongue
,
sir
,
'
said
Mr.
Fang
.
'
Policeman
!
Where
's
the
policeman
?
Here
,
swear
this
policeman
.
Now
,
policeman
,
what
is
this
?
'
The
policeman
,
with
becoming
humility
,
related
how
he
had
taken
the
charge
;
how
he
had
searched
Oliver
,
and
found
nothing
on
his
person
;
and
how
that
was
all
he
knew
about
it
.
'
Are
there
any
witnesses
?
'
inquired
Mr.
Fang
.
'
None
,
your
worship
,
'
replied
the
policeman
.
Mr.
Fang
sat
silent
for
some
minutes
,
and
then
,
turning
round
to
the
prosecutor
,
said
in
a
towering
passion
.
'
Do
you
mean
to
state
what
your
complaint
against
this
boy
is
,
man
,
or
do
you
not
?
You
have
been
sworn
.
Now
,
if
you
stand
there
,
refusing
to
give
evidence
,
I
'll
punish
you
for
disrespect
to
the
bench
;
I
will
,
by
--
'
By
what
,
or
by
whom
,
nobody
knows
,
for
the
clerk
and
jailor
coughed
very
loud
,
just
at
the
right
moment
;
and
the
former
dropped
a
heavy
book
upon
the
floor
,
thus
preventing
the
word
from
being
heard
--
accidently
,
of
course
.
With
many
interruptions
,
and
repeated
insults
,
Mr.
Brownlow
contrived
to
state
his
case
;
observing
that
,
in
the
surprise
of
the
moment
,
he
had
run
after
the
boy
because
he
had
saw
him
running
away
;
and
expressing
his
hope
that
,
if
the
magistrate
should
believe
him
,
although
not
actually
the
thief
,
to
be
connected
with
the
thieves
,
he
would
deal
as
leniently
with
him
as
justice
would
allow
.
'
He
has
been
hurt
already
,
'
said
the
old
gentleman
in
conclusion
.
'
And
I
fear
,
'
he
added
,
with
great
energy
,
looking
towards
the
bar
,
'
I
really
fear
that
he
is
ill
.
'
