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'
Do
n't
you
?
'
asked
Mr.
Brownlow
,
smiling
The
spirit
of
contradiction
was
strong
in
Mr.
Grimwig
's
breast
,
at
the
moment
;
and
it
was
rendered
stronger
by
his
friend
's
confident
smile
.
'
No
,
'
he
said
,
smiting
the
table
with
his
fist
,
'
I
do
not
.
The
boy
has
a
new
suit
of
clothes
on
his
back
,
a
set
of
valuable
books
under
his
arm
,
and
a
five-pound
note
in
his
pocket
.
He
'll
join
his
old
friends
the
thieves
,
and
laugh
at
you
.
If
ever
that
boy
returns
to
this
house
,
sir
,
I
'll
eat
my
head
.
'
With
these
words
he
drew
his
chair
closer
to
the
table
;
and
there
the
two
friends
sat
,
in
silent
expectation
,
with
the
watch
between
them
.
It
is
worthy
of
remark
,
as
illustrating
the
importance
we
attach
to
our
own
judgments
,
and
the
pride
with
which
we
put
forth
our
most
rash
and
hasty
conclusions
,
that
,
although
Mr.
Grimwig
was
not
by
any
means
a
bad-hearted
man
,
and
though
he
would
have
been
unfeignedly
sorry
to
see
his
respected
friend
duped
and
deceived
,
he
really
did
most
earnestly
and
strongly
hope
at
that
moment
,
that
Oliver
Twist
might
not
come
back
.
It
grew
so
dark
,
that
the
figures
on
the
dial-plate
were
scarcely
discernible
;
but
there
the
two
old
gentlemen
continued
to
sit
,
in
silence
,
with
the
watch
between
them
.
In
the
obscure
parlour
of
a
low
public-house
,
in
the
filthiest
part
of
Little
Saffron
Hill
;
a
dark
and
gloomy
den
,
where
a
flaring
gas-light
burnt
all
day
in
the
winter-time
;
and
where
no
ray
of
sun
ever
shone
in
the
summer
:
there
sat
,
brooding
over
a
little
pewter
measure
and
a
small
glass
,
strongly
impregnated
with
the
smell
of
liquor
,
a
man
in
a
velveteen
coat
,
drab
shorts
,
half-boots
and
stockings
,
whom
even
by
that
dim
light
no
experienced
agent
of
the
police
would
have
hesitated
to
recognise
as
Mr.
William
Sikes
.
At
his
feet
,
sat
a
white-coated
,
red-eyed
dog
;
who
occupied
himself
,
alternately
,
in
winking
at
his
master
with
both
eyes
at
the
same
time
;
and
in
licking
a
large
,
fresh
cut
on
one
side
of
his
mouth
,
which
appeared
to
be
the
result
of
some
recent
conflict
.
'
Keep
quiet
,
you
warmint
!
Keep
quiet
!
'
said
Mr.
Sikes
,
suddenly
breaking
silence
.
Whether
his
meditations
were
so
intense
as
to
be
disturbed
by
the
dog
's
winking
,
or
whether
his
feelings
were
so
wrought
upon
by
his
reflections
that
they
required
all
the
relief
derivable
from
kicking
an
unoffending
animal
to
allay
them
,
is
matter
for
argument
and
consideration
.
Whatever
was
the
cause
,
the
effect
was
a
kick
and
a
curse
,
bestowed
upon
the
dog
simultaneously
.
Dogs
are
not
generally
apt
to
revenge
injuries
inflicted
upon
them
by
their
masters
;
but
Mr.
Sikes
's
dog
,
having
faults
of
temper
in
common
with
his
owner
,
and
labouring
,
perhaps
,
at
this
moment
,
under
a
powerful
sense
of
injury
,
made
no
more
ado
but
at
once
fixed
his
teeth
in
one
of
the
half-boots
.
Having
given
in
a
hearty
shake
,
he
retired
,
growling
,
under
a
form
;
just
escaping
the
pewter
measure
which
Mr.
Sikes
levelled
at
his
head
.
