-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чарльз Диккенс
-
- Оливер Твист
-
- Стр. 82/420
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
'
Why
did
n't
you
come
in
afore
?
'
said
the
man
.
'
You
're
getting
too
proud
to
own
me
afore
company
,
are
you
?
Lie
down
!
'
This
command
was
accompanied
with
a
kick
,
which
sent
the
animal
to
the
other
end
of
the
room
.
He
appeared
well
used
to
it
,
however
;
for
he
coiled
himself
up
in
a
corner
very
quietly
,
without
uttering
a
sound
,
and
winking
his
very
ill-looking
eyes
twenty
times
in
a
minute
,
appeared
to
occupy
himself
in
taking
a
survey
of
the
apartment
.
'
What
are
you
up
to
?
Ill-treating
the
boys
,
you
covetous
,
avaricious
,
in-sa-ti-a-ble
old
fence
?
'
said
the
man
,
seating
himself
deliberately
.
'
I
wonder
they
do
n't
murder
you
!
I
would
if
I
was
them
.
If
I
'd
been
your
'
prentice
,
I
'd
have
done
it
long
ago
,
and
--
no
,
I
could
n't
have
sold
you
afterwards
,
for
you
're
fit
for
nothing
but
keeping
as
a
curiousity
of
ugliness
in
a
glass
bottle
,
and
I
suppose
they
do
n't
blow
glass
bottles
large
enough
.
'
'
Hush
!
hush
!
Mr.
Sikes
,
'
said
the
Jew
,
trembling
;
'
do
n't
speak
so
loud
!
'
'
None
of
your
mistering
,
'
replied
the
ruffian
;
'
you
always
mean
mischief
when
you
come
that
.
You
know
my
name
:
out
with
it
!
I
sha
n't
disgrace
it
when
the
time
comes
.
'
'
Well
,
well
,
then
--
Bill
Sikes
,
'
said
the
Jew
,
with
abject
humility
.
'
You
seem
out
of
humour
,
Bill
.
'
'
Perhaps
I
am
,
'
replied
Sikes
;
'
I
should
think
you
was
rather
out
of
sorts
too
,
unless
you
mean
as
little
harm
when
you
throw
pewter
pots
about
,
as
you
do
when
you
blab
and
--
'
'
Are
you
mad
?
'
said
the
Jew
,
catching
the
man
by
the
sleeve
,
and
pointing
towards
the
boys
.
Mr.
Sikes
contented
himself
with
tying
an
imaginary
knot
under
his
left
ear
,
and
jerking
his
head
over
on
the
right
shoulder
;
a
piece
of
dumb
show
which
the
Jew
appeared
to
understand
perfectly
.
He
then
,
in
cant
terms
,
with
which
his
whole
conversation
was
plentifully
besprinkled
,
but
which
would
be
quite
unintelligible
if
they
were
recorded
here
,
demanded
a
glass
of
liquor
.
'
And
mind
you
do
n't
poison
it
,
'
said
Mr.
Sikes
,
laying
his
hat
upon
the
table
.
