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'
What
's
become
of
the
boy
?
'
said
the
Jew
,
seizing
the
Dodger
tightly
by
the
collar
,
and
threatening
him
with
horrid
imprecations
.
'
Speak
out
,
or
I
'll
throttle
you
!
'
Mr.
Fagin
looked
so
very
much
in
earnest
,
that
Charley
Bates
,
who
deemed
it
prudent
in
all
cases
to
be
on
the
safe
side
,
and
who
conceived
it
by
no
means
improbable
that
it
might
be
his
turn
to
be
throttled
second
,
dropped
upon
his
knees
,
and
raised
a
loud
,
well-sustained
,
and
continuous
roar
--
something
between
a
mad
bull
and
a
speaking
trumpet
.
'
Will
you
speak
?
'
thundered
the
Jew
:
shaking
the
Dodger
so
much
that
his
keeping
in
the
big
coat
at
all
,
seemed
perfectly
miraculous
.
'
Why
,
the
traps
have
got
him
,
and
that
's
all
about
it
,
'
said
the
Dodger
,
sullenly
.
'
Come
,
let
go
o
'
me
,
will
you
!
'
And
,
swinging
himself
,
at
one
jerk
,
clean
out
of
the
big
coat
,
which
he
left
in
the
Jew
's
hands
,
the
Dodger
snatched
up
the
toasting
fork
,
and
made
a
pass
at
the
merry
old
gentleman
's
waistcoat
;
which
,
if
it
had
taken
effect
,
would
have
let
a
little
more
merriment
out
,
than
could
have
been
easily
replaced
.
The
Jew
stepped
back
in
this
emergency
,
with
more
agility
than
could
have
been
anticipated
in
a
man
of
his
apparent
decrepitude
;
and
,
seizing
up
the
pot
,
prepared
to
hurl
it
at
his
assailant
's
head
.
But
Charley
Bates
,
at
this
moment
,
calling
his
attention
by
a
perfectly
terrific
howl
,
he
suddenly
altered
its
destination
,
and
flung
it
full
at
that
young
gentleman
.
'
Why
,
what
the
blazes
is
in
the
wind
now
!
'
growled
a
deep
voice
.
'
Who
pitched
that
'
ere
at
me
?
It
's
well
it
's
the
beer
,
and
not
the
pot
,
as
hit
me
,
or
I
'd
have
settled
somebody
.
I
might
have
know
'd
,
as
nobody
but
an
infernal
,
rich
,
plundering
,
thundering
old
Jew
could
afford
to
throw
away
any
drink
but
water
--
and
not
that
,
unless
he
done
the
River
Company
every
quarter
.
Wot
's
it
all
about
,
Fagin
?
D
--
me
,
if
my
neck-handkercher
a
n't
lined
with
beer
!
Come
in
,
you
sneaking
warmint
;
wot
are
you
stopping
outside
for
,
as
if
you
was
ashamed
of
your
master
!
Come
in
!
'
The
man
who
growled
out
these
words
,
was
a
stoutly-built
fellow
of
about
five-and-thirty
,
in
a
black
velveteen
coat
,
very
soiled
drab
breeches
,
lace-up
half
boots
,
and
grey
cotton
stockings
which
inclosed
a
bulky
pair
of
legs
,
with
large
swelling
calves
;
--
the
kind
of
legs
,
which
in
such
costume
,
always
look
in
an
unfinished
and
incomplete
state
without
a
set
of
fetters
to
garnish
them
.
He
had
a
brown
hat
on
his
head
,
and
a
dirty
belcher
handkerchief
round
his
neck
:
with
the
long
frayed
ends
of
which
he
smeared
the
beer
from
his
face
as
he
spoke
.
He
disclosed
,
when
he
had
done
so
,
a
broad
heavy
countenance
with
a
beard
of
three
days
'
growth
,
and
two
scowling
eyes
;
one
of
which
displayed
various
parti-coloured
symptoms
of
having
been
recently
damaged
by
a
blow
.
'
Come
in
,
d'ye
hear
?
'
growled
this
engaging
ruffian
.
A
white
shaggy
dog
,
with
his
face
scratched
and
torn
in
twenty
different
places
,
skulked
into
the
room
.
