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"Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" | Mr. Fang | sir!" replied the old gentleman.<|quote|>"Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!"</|quote|>said Mr. Fang. "You're an | Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman.<|quote|>"Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!"</|quote|>said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare | contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman.<|quote|>"Hold your ton... | "what's this fellow charged with?" "He's not charged at all, your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from h... | The old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers... | little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the awfulness of the scene. Mr. Fang was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, middle-sized man, with no great quantity of hair, and what he had, growing on the back and sides of his head. His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit o... | something in that boy's face," said the old gentleman to himself as he walked slowly away, tapping his chin with the cover of the book, in a thoughtful manner; "something that touches and interests me. _Can_ he be innocent? He looked like Bye the bye," exclaimed the old gentleman, halting very abruptly, and staring up ... | in their old freshness and beauty, calling back the lustre of the eyes, the brightness of the smile, the beaming of the soul through its mask of clay, and whispering of beauty beyond the tomb, changed but to be heightened, and taken from earth only to be set up as a light, to shed a soft and gentle glow upon the path t... | Oliver Twist |
said Mr. Fang. | No speaker | turned out of the office!"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"You're an insolent impertinent fellow. | instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a | to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang.</... | officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brow... | tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of t... | Mr. Fang was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, middle-sized man, with no great quantity of hair, and what he had, growing on the back and sides of his head. His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action again... | slowly away, tapping his chin with the cover of the book, in a thoughtful manner; "something that touches and interests me. _Can_ he be innocent? He looked like Bye the bye," exclaimed the old gentleman, halting very abruptly, and staring up into the sky, "Bless my soul! where have I seen something like that look befor... | musty book. He was roused by a touch on the shoulder, and a request from the man with the keys to follow him into the office. He closed his book hastily; and was at once ushered into the imposing presence of the renowned Mr. Fang. The office was a front parlour, with a panelled wall. Mr. Fang sat behind a bar, at the u... | Oliver Twist |
"You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" | Mr. Fang | the office!" said Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!"</|quote|>"What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, | have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!"</|quote|>"What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said | word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"You're an i... | against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, t... | contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying... | a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, middle-sized man, with no great quantity of hair, and what he had, growing on the back and sides of his head. His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action against his counte... | his chin with the cover of the book, in a thoughtful manner; "something that touches and interests me. _Can_ he be innocent? He looked like Bye the bye," exclaimed the old gentleman, halting very abruptly, and staring up into the sky, "Bless my soul! where have I seen something like that look before?" After musing for ... | Mr. Fang sat behind a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the awfulness of the scene. Mr. Fang was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, middle-sized man, with no great quantity of hair, and what he had, growing ... | Oliver Twist |
"What!" | Mr. Brownlow | dare you bully a magistrate!"<|quote|>"What!"</|quote|>exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. | an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!"<|quote|>"What!"</|quote|>exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang | without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!"<|quote|... | but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Ho... | sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of some per... | hair, and what he had, growing on the back and sides of his head. His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action against his countenance for libel, and have recovered heavy damages. The old gentleman bowed resp... | manner; "something that touches and interests me. _Can_ he be innocent? He looked like Bye the bye," exclaimed the old gentleman, halting very abruptly, and staring up into the sky, "Bless my soul! where have I seen something like that look before?" After musing for some minutes, the old gentleman walked, with the same... | book hastily; and was at once ushered into the imposing presence of the renowned Mr. Fang. The office was a front parlour, with a panelled wall. Mr. Fang sat behind a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the aw... | Oliver Twist |
exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. | No speaker | you bully a magistrate!" "What!"<|quote|>exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening.</|quote|>"Swear this person!" said Fang | insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!"<|quote|>exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening.</|quote|>"Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not | actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!"<|quote|... | it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold y... | said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of some person wh... | and what he had, growing on the back and sides of his head. His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action against his countenance for libel, and have recovered heavy damages. The old gentleman bowed respectful... | "something that touches and interests me. _Can_ he be innocent? He looked like Bye the bye," exclaimed the old gentleman, halting very abruptly, and staring up into the sky, "Bless my soul! where have I seen something like that look before?" After musing for some minutes, the old gentleman walked, with the same meditat... | The office was a front parlour, with a panelled wall. Mr. Fang sat behind a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the awfulness of the scene. Mr. Fang was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, middle-sized man, wit... | Oliver Twist |
"Swear this person!" | Mr. Fang | exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening.<|quote|>"Swear this person!"</|quote|>said Fang to the clerk. | you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening.<|quote|>"Swear this person!"</|quote|>said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. | "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening.<|quote|... | and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr... | _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of some person who would afford him the required i... | on the back and sides of his head. His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action against his countenance for libel, and have recovered heavy damages. The old gentleman bowed respectfully; and advancing to the ... | me. _Can_ he be innocent? He looked like Bye the bye," exclaimed the old gentleman, halting very abruptly, and staring up into the sky, "Bless my soul! where have I seen something like that look before?" After musing for some minutes, the old gentleman walked, with the same meditative face, into a back anteroom opening... | fiftieth time, to the special and particular notice of the Secretary of State for the Home Department. He was out of temper; and he looked up with an angry scowl. "Who are you?" said Mr. Fang. The old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with... | Oliver Twist |
said Fang to the clerk. | No speaker | gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!"<|quote|>said Fang to the clerk.</|quote|>"I'll not hear another word. | magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!"<|quote|>said Fang to the clerk.</|quote|>"I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation | sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!"<|quot... | one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, per... | "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of some person who would afford him the required information. "Officer... | and sides of his head. His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action against his countenance for libel, and have recovered heavy damages. The old gentleman bowed respectfully; and advancing to the magistrate's... | be innocent? He looked like Bye the bye," exclaimed the old gentleman, halting very abruptly, and staring up into the sky, "Bless my soul! where have I seen something like that look before?" After musing for some minutes, the old gentleman walked, with the same meditative face, into a back anteroom opening from the yar... | was at once ushered into the imposing presence of the renowned Mr. Fang. The office was a front parlour, with a panelled wall. Mr. Fang sat behind a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the awfulness of the sce... | Oliver Twist |
"I'll not hear another word. Swear him." | Mr. Fang | said Fang to the clerk.<|quote|>"I'll not hear another word. Swear him."</|quote|>Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly | gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk.<|quote|>"I'll not hear another word. Swear him."</|quote|>Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that | "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk.<|quote|>"I'll no... | does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" r... | Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of some person who would afford him the required information. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, throwing t... | His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action against his countenance for libel, and have recovered heavy damages. The old gentleman bowed respectfully; and advancing to the magistrate's desk, said, suiting th... | Bye the bye," exclaimed the old gentleman, halting very abruptly, and staring up into the sky, "Bless my soul! where have I seen something like that look before?" After musing for some minutes, the old gentleman walked, with the same meditative face, into a back anteroom opening from the yard; and there, retiring into ... | and have recovered heavy damages. The old gentleman bowed respectfully; and advancing to the magistrate's desk, said, suiting the action to the word, "That is my name and address, sir." He then withdrew a pace or two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so ... | Oliver Twist |
Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. | No speaker | hear another word. Swear him."<|quote|>Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once.</|quote|>"Now," said Fang, "what's the | to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him."<|quote|>Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once.</|quote|>"Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What | gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him."<|quote|>Mr... | Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your to... | the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of some person who would afford him the required information. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, throwing the paper on one side, "what's thi... | If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action against his countenance for libel, and have recovered heavy damages. The old gentleman bowed respectfully; and advancing to the magistrate's desk, said, suiting the action to the word, "That is my name... | halting very abruptly, and staring up into the sky, "Bless my soul! where have I seen something like that look before?" After musing for some minutes, the old gentleman walked, with the same meditative face, into a back anteroom opening from the yard; and there, retiring into a corner, called up before his mind's eye a... | gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of some person who would afford him the required informatio... | Oliver Twist |
"Now," | Mr. Fang | to be sworn at once.<|quote|>"Now,"</|quote|>said Fang, "what's the charge | suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once.<|quote|>"Now,"</|quote|>said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have | old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once.<|quote|>"Now,"</|qu... | could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentlema... | some person who would afford him the required information. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, throwing the paper on one side, "what's this fellow charged with?" "He's not charged at all, your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoy... | damages. The old gentleman bowed respectfully; and advancing to the magistrate's desk, said, suiting the action to the word, "That is my name and address, sir." He then withdrew a pace or two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang wa... | same meditative face, into a back anteroom opening from the yard; and there, retiring into a corner, called up before his mind's eye a vast amphitheatre of faces over which a dusky curtain had hung for many years. "No," said the old gentleman, shaking his head; "it must be imagination." He wandered over them again. He ... | sat behind a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the awfulness of the scene. Mr. Fang was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, middle-sized man, with no great quantity of hair, and what he had, growing on the ba... | Oliver Twist |
said Fang, | No speaker | be sworn at once. "Now,"<|quote|>said Fang,</|quote|>"what's the charge against this | his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now,"<|quote|>said Fang,</|quote|>"what's the charge against this boy? What have you got | gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now,"<|quote|>said Fan... | have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, red... | person who would afford him the required information. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, throwing the paper on one side, "what's this fellow charged with?" "He's not charged at all, your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance,... | The old gentleman bowed respectfully; and advancing to the magistrate's desk, said, suiting the action to the word, "That is my name and address, sir." He then withdrew a pace or two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang was at that... | meditative face, into a back anteroom opening from the yard; and there, retiring into a corner, called up before his mind's eye a vast amphitheatre of faces over which a dusky curtain had hung for many years. "No," said the old gentleman, shaking his head; "it must be imagination." He wandered over them again. He had c... | old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a g... | Oliver Twist |
"what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" | Mr. Fang | at once. "Now," said Fang,<|quote|>"what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?"</|quote|>"I was standing at a | and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang,<|quote|>"what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?"</|quote|>"I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold | "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang,<|quote|>"what's the charge ... | "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear ... | would afford him the required information. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, throwing the paper on one side, "what's this fellow charged with?" "He's not charged at all, your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe... | gentleman bowed respectfully; and advancing to the magistrate's desk, said, suiting the action to the word, "That is my name and address, sir." He then withdrew a pace or two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang was at that moment ... | into a back anteroom opening from the yard; and there, retiring into a corner, called up before his mind's eye a vast amphitheatre of faces over which a dusky curtain had hung for many years. "No," said the old gentleman, shaking his head; "it must be imagination." He wandered over them again. He had called them into v... | the back and sides of his head. His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action against his countenance for libel, and have recovered heavy damages. The old gentleman bowed respectfully; and advancing to the mag... | Oliver Twist |
"I was standing at a bookstall" | Mr. Brownlow | you got to say, sir?"<|quote|>"I was standing at a bookstall"</|quote|>Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold your | against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?"<|quote|>"I was standing at a bookstall"</|quote|>Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold your tongue, sir," said Mr. Fang. | Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?"<|quote|>"I was standing at a boo... | the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr... | on one side, "what's this fellow charged with?" "He's not charged at all, your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contempt... | to the word, "That is my name and address, sir." He then withdrew a pace or two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang was at that moment perusing a leading article in a newspaper of the morning, adverting to some recent decision of ... | corner, called up before his mind's eye a vast amphitheatre of faces over which a dusky curtain had hung for many years. "No," said the old gentleman, shaking his head; "it must be imagination." He wandered over them again. He had called them into view, and it was not easy to replace the shroud that had so long conceal... | Fang. The old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who ... | Oliver Twist |
Mr. Brownlow began. | No speaker | was standing at a bookstall"<|quote|>Mr. Brownlow began.</|quote|>"Hold your tongue, sir," said | got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall"<|quote|>Mr. Brownlow began.</|quote|>"Hold your tongue, sir," said Mr. Fang. "Policeman! Where's the | greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall"<|quote|>Mr. Brownlow began.</|quote|>"Hold ... | this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly ... | charged with?" "He's not charged at all, your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear ... | name and address, sir." He then withdrew a pace or two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang was at that moment perusing a leading article in a newspaper of the morning, adverting to some recent decision of his, and commending him, ... | eye a vast amphitheatre of faces over which a dusky curtain had hung for many years. "No," said the old gentleman, shaking his head; "it must be imagination." He wandered over them again. He had called them into view, and it was not easy to replace the shroud that had so long concealed them. There were the faces of fri... | "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the of... | Oliver Twist |
"Hold your tongue, sir," | Mr. Fang | a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began.<|quote|>"Hold your tongue, sir,"</|quote|>said Mr. Fang. "Policeman! Where's | sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began.<|quote|>"Hold your tongue, sir,"</|quote|>said Mr. Fang. "Policeman! Where's the policeman? Here, swear this | reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began.<|quote|>"Hold your tongue, sir,"</|quote|>s... | I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but refle... | not charged at all, your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sw... | sir." He then withdrew a pace or two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang was at that moment perusing a leading article in a newspaper of the morning, adverting to some recent decision of his, and commending him, for the three hund... | amphitheatre of faces over which a dusky curtain had hung for many years. "No," said the old gentleman, shaking his head; "it must be imagination." He wandered over them again. He had called them into view, and it was not easy to replace the shroud that had so long concealed them. There were the faces of friends, and f... | the renowned Mr. Fang. The office was a front parlour, with a panelled wall. Mr. Fang sat behind a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the awfulness of the scene. Mr. Fang was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked... | Oliver Twist |
said Mr. Fang. | No speaker | began. "Hold your tongue, sir,"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"Policeman! Where's the policeman? Here, | at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold your tongue, sir,"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"Policeman! Where's the policeman? Here, swear this policeman. Now, policeman, | might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold your tongue, sir,"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"Policeman! Wh... | out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that h... | your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to s... | a pace or two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang was at that moment perusing a leading article in a newspaper of the morning, adverting to some recent decision of his, and commending him, for the three hundred and fiftieth time, ... | which a dusky curtain had hung for many years. "No," said the old gentleman, shaking his head; "it must be imagination." He wandered over them again. He had called them into view, and it was not easy to replace the shroud that had so long concealed them. There were the faces of friends, and foes, and of many that had b... | he looked up with an angry scowl. "Who are you?" said Mr. Fang. The old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brow... | Oliver Twist |
"Policeman! Where's the policeman? Here, swear this policeman. Now, policeman, what is this?" | Mr. Fang | tongue, sir," said Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"Policeman! Where's the policeman? Here, swear this policeman. Now, policeman, what is this?"</|quote|>The policeman, with becoming humility, | Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold your tongue, sir," said Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"Policeman! Where's the policeman? Here, swear this policeman. Now, policeman, what is this?"</|quote|>The policeman, with becoming humility, related how he had taken | the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold your tongue, sir," said Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"Policeman! Where's the policeman? Here, ... | office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might onl... | the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. ... | two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang was at that moment perusing a leading article in a newspaper of the morning, adverting to some recent decision of his, and commending him, for the three hundred and fiftieth time, to the spe... | curtain had hung for many years. "No," said the old gentleman, shaking his head; "it must be imagination." He wandered over them again. He had called them into view, and it was not easy to replace the shroud that had so long concealed them. There were the faces of friends, and foes, and of many that had been almost str... | with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow ... | Oliver Twist |
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. | No speaker | Now, policeman, what is this?"<|quote|>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.</|quote|>"Are there any witnesses?" inquired | policeman? Here, swear this policeman. Now, policeman, what is this?"<|quote|>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.</|quote|>"Are there any witnesses?" inquired Mr. Fang. "None, your... | to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold your tongue, sir," said Mr. Fang. "Policeman! Where's the policeman? Here, swear this policeman. Now, policeman, what is this?"<|quote|>The policeman, wit... | a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to ... | perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could ha... | be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang was at that moment perusing a leading article in a newspaper of the morning, adverting to some recent decision of his, and commending him, for the three hundred and fiftieth time, to the special and particular notice of the Secretary of State for the Home Department. He ... | head; "it must be imagination." He wandered over them again. He had called them into view, and it was not easy to replace the shroud that had so long concealed them. There were the faces of friends, and foes, and of many that had been almost strangers peering intrusively from the crowd; there were the faces of young an... | tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of t... | Oliver Twist |
"Are there any witnesses?" | Mr. Fang | all he knew about it.<|quote|>"Are there any witnesses?"</|quote|>inquired Mr. Fang. "None, your | person; and how that was all he knew about it.<|quote|>"Are there any witnesses?"</|quote|>inquired Mr. Fang. "None, your worship," replied the policeman. Mr. | 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.<|quote|>"Are there an... | that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold your tongue, sir," said Mr. Fang. "Policeman! Where's the... | I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" s... | him, for the three hundred and fiftieth time, to the special and particular notice of the Secretary of State for the Home Department. He was out of temper; and he looked up with an angry scowl. "Who are you?" said Mr. Fang. The old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing th... | were the faces of friends, and foes, and of many that had been almost strangers peering intrusively from the crowd; there were the faces of young and blooming girls that were now old women; there were faces that the grave had changed and closed upon, but which the mind, superior to its power, still dressed in their old... | required information. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, throwing the paper on one side, "what's this fellow charged with?" "He's not charged at all, your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears agains... | Oliver Twist |
inquired Mr. Fang. | No speaker | it. "Are there any witnesses?"<|quote|>inquired Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"None, your worship," replied the | was all he knew about it. "Are there any witnesses?"<|quote|>inquired Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"None, your worship," replied the policeman. Mr. Fang sat silent | 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?"<|quote|>inquired ... | injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold your tongue, sir," said Mr. Fang. "Policeman! Where's the policeman? Here, s... | must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. ... | hundred and fiftieth time, to the special and particular notice of the Secretary of State for the Home Department. He was out of temper; and he looked up with an angry scowl. "Who are you?" said Mr. Fang. The old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuous... | friends, and foes, and of many that had been almost strangers peering intrusively from the crowd; there were the faces of young and blooming girls that were now old women; there were faces that the grave had changed and closed upon, but which the mind, superior to its power, still dressed in their old freshness and bea... | am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" sai... | Oliver Twist |
replied the policeman. Mr. Fang sat silent for some minutes, and then, turning round to the prosecutor, said in a towering passion. | No speaker | Mr. Fang. "None, your worship,"<|quote|>replied the policeman. Mr. Fang sat silent for some minutes, and then, turning round to the prosecutor, said in a towering passion.</|quote|>"Do you mean to state | "Are there any witnesses?" inquired Mr. Fang. "None, your worship,"<|quote|>replied the policeman. Mr. Fang sat silent for some minutes, and then, turning round to the prosecutor, said in a towering passion.</|quote|>"Do you mean to state what your complaint against this | 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,"<|quote|>replied the pol... | to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold your tongue, sir," said Mr. Fang. "Policeman! Where's the policeman? Here, swear this policeman. Now, poli... | said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent imperti... | special and particular notice of the Secretary of State for the Home Department. He was out of temper; and he looked up with an angry scowl. "Who are you?" said Mr. Fang. The old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who i... | that had been almost strangers peering intrusively from the crowd; there were the faces of young and blooming girls that were now old women; there were faces that the grave had changed and closed upon, but which the mind, superior to its power, still dressed in their old freshness and beauty, calling back the lustre of... | "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the of... | Oliver Twist |
"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" | Mr. Fang | said in a towering passion.<|quote|>"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"</|quote|>By what, or by whom, | turning round to the prosecutor, said in a towering passion.<|quote|>"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"</|quote|>By what, or by whom, nobody k... | 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.<|quote|>"Do you mean to sta... | What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "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... | Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the cle... | with an angry scowl. "Who are you?" said Mr. Fang. The old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit ... | old women; there were faces that the grave had changed and closed upon, but which the mind, superior to its power, still dressed in their old freshness and beauty, calling back the lustre of the eyes, the brightness of the smile, the beaming of the soul through its mask of clay, and whispering of beauty beyond the tomb... | have recovered heavy damages. The old gentleman bowed respectfully; and advancing to the magistrate's desk, said, suiting the action to the word, "That is my name and address, sir." He then withdrew a pace or two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happ... | Oliver Twist |
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... | No speaker | the bench; I will, by"<|quote|>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 contriv... | punish you for disrespect to the bench; I will, by"<|quote|>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 ... | 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"<|quote|>By what, or by whom, nobody knows, for the cle... | 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 t... | old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "... | old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of some person who would a... | the beaming of the soul through its mask of clay, and whispering of beauty beyond the tomb, changed but to be heightened, and taken from earth only to be set up as a light, to shed a soft and gentle glow upon the path to Heaven. But the old gentleman could recall no one countenance of which Oliver's features bore a tra... | of his, and commending him, for the three hundred and fiftieth time, to the special and particular notice of the Secretary of State for the Home Department. He was out of temper; and he looked up with an angry scowl. "Who are you?" said Mr. Fang. The old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" sa... | Oliver Twist |
"He has been hurt already," | Mr. Brownlow | him as justice would allow.<|quote|>"He has been hurt already,"</|quote|>said the old gentleman in | would deal as leniently with him as justice would allow.<|quote|>"He has been hurt already,"</|quote|>said the old gentleman in conclusion. "And I fear," he | 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.<|quote|>"He has been hurt already,"</|q... | 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 momen... | 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 stat... | "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, perempto... | the keys to follow him into the office. He closed his book hastily; and was at once ushered into the imposing presence of the renowned Mr. Fang. The office was a front parlour, with a panelled wall. Mr. Fang sat behind a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Olive... | might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold your tongue, sir," said Mr. Fang. "Policeman! Where's the policem... | Oliver Twist |
said the old gentleman in conclusion. | No speaker | "He has been hurt already,"<|quote|>said the old gentleman in conclusion.</|quote|>"And I fear," he added, | him as justice would allow. "He has been hurt already,"<|quote|>said the old gentleman in conclusion.</|quote|>"And I fear," he added, with great energy, looking towards | 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,"<|quote|>said the old gentleman in conc... | 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 b... | 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 agains... | he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replie... | into the office. He closed his book hastily; and was at once ushered into the imposing presence of the renowned Mr. Fang. The office was a front parlour, with a panelled wall. Mr. Fang sat behind a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited... | it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold y... | Oliver Twist |
"And I fear," | Mr. Brownlow | the old gentleman in conclusion.<|quote|>"And I fear,"</|quote|>he added, with great energy, | has been hurt already," said the old gentleman in conclusion.<|quote|>"And I fear,"</|quote|>he added, with great energy, looking towards the bar, "I | 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.<|quote|>"And I fear,"</|quote|... | 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 runni... | 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... | Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your to... | book hastily; and was at once ushered into the imposing presence of the renowned Mr. Fang. The office was a front parlour, with a panelled wall. Mr. Fang sat behind a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the aw... | "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I ... | Oliver Twist |
he added, with great energy, looking towards the bar, | No speaker | in conclusion. "And I fear,"<|quote|>he added, with great energy, looking towards the bar,</|quote|>"I really fear that he | already," said the old gentleman in conclusion. "And I fear,"<|quote|>he added, with great energy, looking towards the bar,</|quote|>"I really fear that he is ill." "Oh! yes, I | 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,"<|quote|>he added, with grea... | 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 expre... | 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 be... | head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll ha... | was at once ushered into the imposing presence of the renowned Mr. Fang. The office was a front parlour, with a panelled wall. Mr. Fang sat behind a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the awfulness of the sce... | was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold your tongue, ... | Oliver Twist |
"I really fear that he is ill." | Mr. Brownlow | energy, looking towards the bar,<|quote|>"I really fear that he is ill."</|quote|>"Oh! yes, I dare say!" | fear," he added, with great energy, looking towards the bar,<|quote|>"I really fear that he is ill."</|quote|>"Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a | 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,<|quote|>"I really fear t... | 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 be... | 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, refusi... | I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang... | the renowned Mr. Fang. The office was a front parlour, with a panelled wall. Mr. Fang sat behind a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the awfulness of the scene. Mr. Fang was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked... | could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentlema... | Oliver Twist |
"Oh! yes, I dare say!" | Mr. Fang | fear that he is ill."<|quote|>"Oh! yes, I dare say!"</|quote|>said Mr. Fang, with a | towards the bar, "I really fear that he is ill."<|quote|>"Oh! yes, I dare say!"</|quote|>said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your | 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."<|quote|>"Oh! yes, I dare say!"</|quote|>... | 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... | 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 t... | said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent imperti... | a front parlour, with a panelled wall. Mr. Fang sat behind a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the awfulness of the scene. Mr. Fang was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, middle-sized man, with no great quan... | I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but refle... | Oliver Twist |
said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. | No speaker | "Oh! yes, I dare say!"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang, with a sneer.</|quote|>"Come, none of your tricks | fear that he is ill." "Oh! yes, I dare say!"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang, with a sneer.</|quote|>"Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang, with a sneer.</|quot... | 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 thieve... | 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... | is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bul... | panelled wall. Mr. Fang sat behind a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the awfulness of the scene. Mr. Fang was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, middle-sized man, with no great quantity of hair, and what h... | with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow ... | Oliver Twist |
"Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" | Mr. Fang | Mr. Fang, with a sneer.<|quote|>"Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?"</|quote|>Oliver tried to reply but | yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer.<|quote|>"Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?"</|quote|>Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer.<|quote|>"Come, none of your tricks here, you young ... | 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 ... | 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 t... | actual experience, could have believed" "Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaim... | a bar, at the upper end; and on one side the door was a sort of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the awfulness of the scene. Mr. Fang was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, middle-sized man, with no great quantity of hair, and what he had, growing on the back and side... | you?" said Mr. Fang. The old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the ... | Oliver Twist |
Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. | No speaker | won't do. What's your name?"<|quote|>Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round.</|quote|>"What's your name, you hardened | here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?"<|quote|>Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round.</|quote|>"What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, | the old gentleman in conclusion. "And I fear," he added, with great energy, looking towards the bar, "I really fear that he is ill." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?"<|quote|>Oliver tried to reply but his tongue fai... | 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... | 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 dro... | not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another w... | of wooden pen in which poor little Oliver was already deposited; trembling very much at the awfulness of the scene. Mr. Fang was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, middle-sized man, with no great quantity of hair, and what he had, growing on the back and sides of his head. His face was stern, and much flushed. If he we... | the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. ... | Oliver Twist |
"What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" | Mr. Fang | seemed turning round and round.<|quote|>"What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?"</|quote|>demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's | pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round.<|quote|>"What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?"</|quote|>demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed | is ill." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round.<|quote|>"What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?"... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said... | 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 inte... | Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy b... | was a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, middle-sized man, with no great quantity of hair, and what he had, growing on the back and sides of his head. His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action against his co... | to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "Hold your tongue, sir," said Mr. Fang. "Policeman! Where's the policeman? Here, swear this policeman. Now, policeman, what is this?" The policeman, with becomi... | Oliver Twist |
demanded Mr. Fang. | No speaker | your name, you hardened scoundrel?"<|quote|>demanded Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"Officer, what's his name?" This | turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?"<|quote|>demanded Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff | say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?"<|quote|>demanded Mr. Fang.</|quot... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none... | 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. Br... | How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feeling... | man, with no great quantity of hair, and what he had, growing on the back and sides of his head. His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action against his countenance for libel, and have recovered heavy damage... | a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to ... | Oliver Twist |
"Officer, what's his name?" | Mr. Fang | hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"Officer, what's his name?"</|quote|>This was addressed to a | round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"Officer, what's his name?"</|quote|>This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a | Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"Officer, what's his ... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks he... | 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... | bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitt... | great quantity of hair, and what he had, growing on the back and sides of his head. His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action against his countenance for libel, and have recovered heavy damages. The old ge... | sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of some per... | Oliver Twist |
This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sen... | No speaker | Fang. "Officer, what's his name?"<|quote|>This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate th... | you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?"<|quote|>This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying ... | "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?"<|quote|>This was addr... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond... | 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;... | exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now,... | and what he had, growing on the back and sides of his head. His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action against his countenance for libel, and have recovered heavy damages. The old gentleman bowed respectful... | word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be sworn at once. "Now," said Fang, "what's the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a books... | Oliver Twist |
said the kind-hearted thief-taker. | No speaker | name's Tom White, your worship,"<|quote|>said the kind-hearted thief-taker.</|quote|>"Oh, he won't speak out, | a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship,"<|quote|>said the kind-hearted thief-taker.</|quote|>"Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very | He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship,"<|quote|>said the kind... | reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repe... | 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 a... | "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "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 perso... | to the word, "That is my name and address, sir." He then withdrew a pace or two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang was at that moment perusing a leading article in a newspaper of the morning, adverting to some recent decision of ... | one side, "what's this fellow charged with?" "He's not charged at all, your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuou... | Oliver Twist |
"Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" | Mr. Fang | worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker.<|quote|>"Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?"</|quote|>said Fang. "Very well, very | his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker.<|quote|>"Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?"</|quote|>said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" | and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker.<|quote|... | failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but... | 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 en... | a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "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... | is my name and address, sir." He then withdrew a pace or two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang was at that moment perusing a leading article in a newspaper of the morning, adverting to some recent decision of his, and commending... | 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 expressin... | Oliver Twist |
said Fang. | No speaker | won't speak out, won't he?"<|quote|>said Fang.</|quote|>"Very well, very well. Where | the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?"<|quote|>said Fang.</|quote|>"Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he | really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?"<|quote|>said ... | the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of und... | 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 ... | 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 witnes... | then withdrew a pace or two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang was at that moment perusing a leading article in a newspaper of the morning, adverting to some recent decision of his, and commending him, for the three hundred and f... | 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 allo... | Oliver Twist |
"Very well, very well. Where does he live?" | Mr. Fang | out, won't he?" said Fang.<|quote|>"Very well, very well. Where does he live?"</|quote|>"Where he can, your worship," | thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang.<|quote|>"Very well, very well. Where does he live?"</|quote|>"Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending | of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang.<|quote|>"Very well,... | place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding... | 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 h... | 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... | a pace or two; and, with another polite and gentlemanly inclination of the head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang was at that moment perusing a leading article in a newspaper of the morning, adverting to some recent decision of his, and commending him, for the three hundred and fiftieth time, ... | 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, refusi... | Oliver Twist |
replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. | No speaker | "Where he can, your worship,"<|quote|>replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer.</|quote|>"Has he any parents?" inquired | well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship,"<|quote|>replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer.</|quote|>"Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they | the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship,"<|quote|>replied the officer; ag... | Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the mo... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of... | 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, ... | head, waited to be questioned. Now, it so happened that Mr. Fang was at that moment perusing a leading article in a newspaper of the morning, adverting to some recent decision of his, and commending him, for the three hundred and fiftieth time, to the special and particular notice of the Secretary of State for the Home... | 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 stat... | Oliver Twist |
"Has he any parents?" | Mr. Fang | pretending to receive Oliver's answer.<|quote|>"Has he any parents?"</|quote|>inquired Mr. Fang. "He says | worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer.<|quote|>"Has he any parents?"</|quote|>inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, | of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer.<|quote|>"Has h... | to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded ... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. W... | 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 ... | that Mr. Fang was at that moment perusing a leading article in a newspaper of the morning, adverting to some recent decision of his, and commending him, for the three hundred and fiftieth time, to the special and particular notice of the Secretary of State for the Home Department. He was out of temper; and he looked up... | 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 ... | Oliver Twist |
inquired Mr. Fang. | No speaker | answer. "Has he any parents?"<|quote|>inquired Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"He says they died in | again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?"<|quote|>inquired Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied | hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?"<|quote|>inqu... | fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He sa... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Ol... | 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 ... | at that moment perusing a leading article in a newspaper of the morning, adverting to some recent decision of his, and commending him, for the three hundred and fiftieth time, to the special and particular notice of the Secretary of State for the Home Department. He was out of temper; and he looked up with an angry sco... | 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 be... | Oliver Twist |
replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. | No speaker | in his infancy, your worship,"<|quote|>replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water.</|quote|>"Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. | Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship,"<|quote|>replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water.</|quote|>"Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make | the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship,"<|quote|>repl... | bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted th... | conclusion. "And I fear," he added, with great energy, looking towards the bar, "I really fear that he is ill." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; ... | 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... | morning, adverting to some recent decision of his, and commending him, for the three hundred and fiftieth time, to the special and particular notice of the Secretary of State for the Home Department. He was out of temper; and he looked up with an angry scowl. "Who are you?" said Mr. Fang. The old gentleman pointed, wit... | 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... | Oliver Twist |
"Stuff and nonsense!" | Mr. Fang | for a draught of water.<|quote|>"Stuff and nonsense!"</|quote|>said Mr. Fang: "don't try | eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water.<|quote|>"Stuff and nonsense!"</|quote|>said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of | Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water.<|quote|>"Stuff and no... | the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "... | none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluf... | 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 cle... | Department. He was out of temper; and he looked up with an angry scowl. "Who are you?" said Mr. Fang. The old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _lik... | got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "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 no... | Oliver Twist |
said Mr. Fang: | No speaker | of water. "Stuff and nonsense!"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang:</|quote|>"don't try to make a | feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang:</|quote|>"don't try to make a fool of me." "I think | he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang... | his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any paren... | tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow,... | 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 cou... | out of temper; and he looked up with an angry scowl. "Who are you?" said Mr. Fang. The old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my... | bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "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 a... | Oliver Twist |
"don't try to make a fool of me." | Mr. Fang | and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang:<|quote|>"don't try to make a fool of me."</|quote|>"I think he really is | a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang:<|quote|>"don't try to make a fool of me."</|quote|>"I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the | inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang:<|quote|>"don't try to m... | hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr.... | young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped wai... | 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 ... | and he looked up with an angry scowl. "Who are you?" said Mr. Fang. The old gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is ... | magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings and submitted to be... | Oliver Twist |
remonstrated the officer. | No speaker | really is ill, your worship,"<|quote|>remonstrated the officer.</|quote|>"I know better," said Mr. | of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship,"<|quote|>remonstrated the officer.</|quote|>"I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, | the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship,"<|quote|>remonstrated the officer.</|quote|>"I k... | he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply.... | him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but findin... | 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 preventi... | gentleman pointed, with some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratu... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a snee... | Oliver Twist |
"I know better," | Mr. Fang | your worship," remonstrated the officer.<|quote|>"I know better,"</|quote|>said Mr. Fang. "Take care | think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer.<|quote|>"I know better,"</|quote|>said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the | At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer.<|quote|>"I know better,"</|quote|>said... | out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point ... | deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really... | 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... | some surprise, to his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked ins... | 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 cas... | Oliver Twist |
said Mr. Fang. | No speaker | the officer. "I know better,"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"Take care of him, officer," | is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better,"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising | of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better,"<|quote|>said Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"Ta... | said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, ... | the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of und... | 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 h... | his card. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectab... | 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 e... | Oliver Twist |
"Take care of him, officer," | Mr. Brownlow | know better," said Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"Take care of him, officer,"</|quote|>said the old gentleman, raising | worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"Take care of him, officer,"</|quote|>said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall | Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"Take care of him, officer,"... | well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his... | seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the q... | 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, ... | said Mr. Fang, tossing the card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the ... | dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings an... | Oliver Twist |
said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; | No speaker | "Take care of him, officer,"<|quote|>said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively;</|quote|>"he'll fall down." "Stand away, | know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer,"<|quote|>said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively;</|quote|>"he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, | looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer,"<|quote|>said the old gentleman, rais... | he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round wi... | "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his no... | 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 inte... | card contemptuously away with the newspaper. "Who is this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." S... | fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I'll not hear another word. Swear him." Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but reflecting perhaps, that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his... | Oliver Twist |
"he'll fall down." | Mr. Brownlow | gentleman, raising his hands instinctively;<|quote|>"he'll fall down."</|quote|>"Stand away, officer," cried Fang; | him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively;<|quote|>"he'll fall down."</|quote|>"Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." | prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively;<|quote|>"he'll fall down."</|quo... | the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for ... | Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, ... | 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 c... | this fellow?" "My name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as ... | 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 lenientl... | Oliver Twist |
"Stand away, officer," | Mr. Fang | hands instinctively; "he'll fall down."<|quote|>"Stand away, officer,"</|quote|>cried Fang; "let him, if | the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down."<|quote|>"Stand away, officer,"</|quote|>cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself | draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down."<|quote|>"Stand away, offic... | pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water.... | his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity... | 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 ... | name, sir," said the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of so... | is ill." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demande... | Oliver Twist |
cried Fang; | No speaker | fall down." "Stand away, officer,"<|quote|>cried Fang;</|quote|>"let him, if he likes." | raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer,"<|quote|>cried Fang;</|quote|>"let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the | "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer,"<|quote|>cried Fang;</... | Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!"... | was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence... | 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; obser... | the old gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of some person who wou... | 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. Brownl... | Oliver Twist |
"let him, if he likes." | Mr. Fang | "Stand away, officer," cried Fang;<|quote|>"let him, if he likes."</|quote|>Oliver availed himself of the | hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang;<|quote|>"let him, if he likes."</|quote|>Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to | nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang;<|quote|>"let him, if... | "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "... | to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded ... | 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 th... | gentleman, speaking _like_ a gentleman, "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of some person who would affor... | great energy, looking towards the bar, "I really fear that he is ill." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round ... | Oliver Twist |
Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir. | No speaker | "let him, if he likes."<|quote|>Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir.</|quote|>"I knew he was shamming," | "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes."<|quote|>Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir.</|quote|>"I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this | try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes."<|quote|>Oliver availed himsel... | Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me.... | in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his n... | 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 th... | "my name, sir, is Brownlow. Permit me to inquire the name of the magistrate who offers a gratuitous and unprovoked insult to a respectable person, under the protection of the bench." Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of some person who would afford him the required information. "Officer... | young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped wai... | Oliver Twist |
"I knew he was shamming," | Mr. Fang | no one dared to stir.<|quote|>"I knew he was shamming,"</|quote|>said Fang, as if this | looked at each other, but no one dared to stir.<|quote|>"I knew he was shamming,"</|quote|>said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the | old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir.<|quote|>"I knew he was shamming,"</|... | with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinct... | not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship... | 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... | Saying this, Mr. Brownlow looked around the office as if in search of some person who would afford him the required information. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, throwing the paper on one side, "what's this fellow charged with?" "He's not charged at all, your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your w... | standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," ... | Oliver Twist |
said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. | No speaker | "I knew he was shamming,"<|quote|>said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact.</|quote|>"Let him lie there; he'll | no one dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming,"<|quote|>said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact.</|quote|>"Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." | instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming,"<|quote|>said Fang, as if this were incontes... | feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand... | the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pret... | 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 thieve... | around the office as if in search of some person who would afford him the required information. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, throwing the paper on one side, "what's this fellow charged with?" "He's not charged at all, your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this pe... | turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question... | Oliver Twist |
"Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." | Mr. Fang | incontestable proof of the fact.<|quote|>"Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that."</|quote|>"How do you propose to | Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact.<|quote|>"Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that."</|quote|>"How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" | if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact.<|quote|>"Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that."</|qu... | Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver avail... | sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?"... | 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 hur... | would afford him the required information. "Officer!" said Mr. Fang, throwing the paper on one side, "what's this fellow charged with?" "He's not charged at all, your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe... | 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... | Oliver Twist |
inquired the clerk in a low voice. | No speaker | deal with the case, sir?"<|quote|>inquired the clerk in a low voice.</|quote|>"Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He | "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?"<|quote|>inquired the clerk in a low voice.</|quote|>"Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three months | men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?"<|quote|>inquired the clerk in a low voice.</|quote|>"Summarily," repl... | officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looke... | speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this ... | 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 to... | with?" "He's not charged at all, your worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "B... | whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of underst... | Oliver Twist |
"Summarily," | Mr. Fang | clerk in a low voice.<|quote|>"Summarily,"</|quote|>replied Mr. Fang. "He stands | the case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice.<|quote|>"Summarily,"</|quote|>replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three months hard | other, but no one dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice.<|quote|>"Summarily,"</|quote|>replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committe... | "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir... | well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his... | 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 i... | worship," replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say on... | 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 t... | Oliver Twist |
replied Mr. Fang. | No speaker | in a low voice. "Summarily,"<|quote|>replied Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"He stands committed for three | case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice. "Summarily,"<|quote|>replied Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. | but no one dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice. "Summarily,"<|quote|>replied Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"He stands committed for t... | care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir. "I k... | very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head;... | 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 il... | replied the officer. "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," s... | 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... | Oliver Twist |
"He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office." | Mr. Fang | voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office."</|quote|>The door was opened for | the clerk in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office."</|quote|>The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple | dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang.<|quote|>"He stands committed for three months hard lab... | officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir. "I knew he was sh... | does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking rou... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!"... | "He appears against this boy, your worship." His worship knew this perfectly well; but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "an... | do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by... | Oliver Twist |
The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. | No speaker | of course. Clear the office."<|quote|>The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench.</|quote|>"Stop, stop! d... | for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office."<|quote|>The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the b... | were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office."<|quote|>The door was opened for this ... | away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'l... | to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young va... | but it was a good annoyance, and a safe one. "Appears against the boy, does he?" said Mr. Fang, surveying Mr. Brownlow contemptuously from head to foot. "Swear him!" "Before I am sworn, I must beg to say one word," said Mr. Brownlow; "and that is, that I really never, without actual experience, could have believed" "Ho... | 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 ... | Oliver Twist |
cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especially of the poorer class; and although, within such walls, enough fantastic tric... | No speaker | Heaven's sake stop a moment!"<|quote|>cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especially of the poorer class; and although, wi... | don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!"<|quote|>cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especially of the poore... | of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!"<|quote|>cried the new comer, breathless with... | he'll soon be tired of that." "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office." The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensibl... | to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kin... | they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was ... | said Mr. Fang, peremptorily. "I will not, sir!" replied the old gentleman. "Hold your tongue this instant, or I'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!" "What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening. "Swear this person!" said Fang t... | "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; an... | Oliver Twist |
"What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" | Mr. Fang | enter in such irreverent disorder.<|quote|>"What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!"</|quote|>cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ | to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder.<|quote|>"What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!"</|quote|>cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I | walls, enough fantastic tricks are daily played to make the angels blind with weeping; they are closed to the public, save through the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder.<|quote|>"What... | stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especially of the poorer class; and although, within such walls, enoug... | him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office." The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carr... | he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired ... | the charge against this boy? What have you got to say, sir?" "I was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "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 charg... | great energy, looking towards the bar, "I really fear that he is ill." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round ... | Oliver Twist |
cried Mr. Fang. | No speaker | man out. Clear the office!"<|quote|>cried Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"I _will_ speak," cried the | Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!"<|quote|>cried Mr. Fang.</|quote|>"I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be | weeping; they are closed to the public, save through the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!"<|quote|>cried Mr. Fang.</... | Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especially of the poorer class; and although, within such walls, enough fantastic tricks are daily played to make the angels blind with weeping; they are... | to deal with the case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office." The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent b... | the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the ... | was standing at a bookstall" Mr. Brownlow began. "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; ... | they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he reall... | Oliver Twist |
cried the man; | No speaker | Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak,"<|quote|>cried the man;</|quote|>"I will not be turned | out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak,"<|quote|>cried the man;</|quote|>"I will not be turned out. I saw it all. | public, save through the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak,"<|quote|>cried the man;<... | this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especially of the poorer class; and although, within such walls, enough fantastic tricks are daily played to make the angels blind with weeping; they are closed to the public, save... | inquired the clerk in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office." The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in a... | speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this ... | Brownlow began. "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 abou... | each other, but no one dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three ... | Oliver Twist |
The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. | No speaker | You must not refuse, sir."<|quote|>The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up.</|quote|>"Swear the man," growled Mr. | Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir."<|quote|>The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up.</|quote|>"Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill | man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir."<|quote|>The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growi... | make the angels blind with weeping; they are closed to the public, save through the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!... | carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Ge... | in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, ... | 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 agains... | clerk in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office." The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of... | Oliver Twist |
"Swear the man," | Mr. Fang | serious to be hushed up.<|quote|>"Swear the man,"</|quote|>growled Mr. Fang, with a | matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up.<|quote|>"Swear the man,"</|quote|>growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, | I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up.<|quote|>"Swear the man,"</|quote|>growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace... | Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I dema... | suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name,... | his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentlema... | 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, ... | say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what... | Oliver Twist |
growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. | No speaker | hushed up. "Swear the man,"<|quote|>growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace.</|quote|>"Now, man, what have you | rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man,"<|quote|>growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace.</|quote|>"Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said | all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man,"<|quote|>growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace.</|quote|>"Now, m... | then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I w... | rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character,... | looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his ... | 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 f... | of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" ... | Oliver Twist |
"Now, man, what have you got to say?" | Mr. Fang | with a very ill grace.<|quote|>"Now, man, what have you got to say?"</|quote|>"This," said the man: "I | the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace.<|quote|>"Now, man, what have you got to say?"</|quote|>"This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others | be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace.<|quote|>"Now, man, what have you got to say?"</|quote|>"This," s... | indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear m... | the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especia... | prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, ... | 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... | pretending to receive Oliver's answer. "Has he any parents?" inquired Mr. Fang. "He says they died in his infancy, your worship," replied the officer: hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water.... | Oliver Twist |
said the man: | No speaker | you got to say?" "This,"<|quote|>said the man:</|quote|>"I saw three boys: two | grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This,"<|quote|>said the man:</|quote|>"I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: | Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This,"<|quote|>said the man:</|quote|>"I saw three boys: two ot... | irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. ... | Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especially of the poorer class; and although, within suc... | said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, officer," cried Fang; "let him, if he likes." Oliver ... | 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 cou... | demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow, in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistra... | Oliver Twist |
Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. | No speaker | amazed and stupified by it."<|quote|>Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery.</|quote|>"Why didn't you come here | that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it."<|quote|>Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery.</|quote|>"Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a | said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it."<|quote|>Having by this time recovered a little breath... | Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the pris... | within such walls, enough fantastic tricks are daily played to make the angels blind with weeping; they are closed to the public, save through the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "... | him, if he likes." Oliver availed himself of the kind permission, and fell to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." "How do... | 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... | to the floor in a fainting fit. The men in the office looked at each other, but no one dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice... | Oliver Twist |
"Why didn't you come here before?" | Mr. Fang | exact circumstances of the robbery.<|quote|>"Why didn't you come here before?"</|quote|>said Fang, after a pause. | a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery.<|quote|>"Why didn't you come here before?"</|quote|>said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to | The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery.<|quote|>"Why didn't you come here... | to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done;... | of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all.... | at each other, but no one dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for thr... | 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 magistrat... | for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office." The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "S... | Oliver Twist |
said Fang, after a pause. | No speaker | didn't you come here before?"<|quote|>said Fang, after a pause.</|quote|>"I hadn't a soul to | circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?"<|quote|>said Fang, after a pause.</|quote|>"I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the | boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?"<|quote|>said Fang, after a pause.</... | man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was... | virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be... | dared to stir. "I knew he was shamming," said Fang, as if this were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three months hard labour of c... | 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 a... | the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, o... | Oliver Twist |
replied the man. | No speaker | soul to mind the shop,"<|quote|>replied the man.</|quote|>"Everybody who could have helped | a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop,"<|quote|>replied the man.</|quote|>"Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the | amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop,"<|quote|>replied the man.</|quot... | you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovere... | unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refu... | were incontestable proof of the fact. "Let him lie there; he'll soon be tired of that." "How do you propose to deal with the case, sir?" inquired the clerk in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office." The door was opened for this purpose,... | 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... | Clear the office." The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heav... | Oliver Twist |
"The prosecutor was reading, was he?" | Mr. Fang | run here all the way."<|quote|>"The prosecutor was reading, was he?"</|quote|>inquired Fang, after another pause. | five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way."<|quote|>"The prosecutor was reading, was he?"</|quote|>inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The | the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way."<|quote|>"The prosecutor was reading, was he?"</|quote|>... | was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come... | "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very... | in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office." The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black... | 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 rea... | decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitra... | Oliver Twist |
inquired Fang, after another pause. | No speaker | prosecutor was reading, was he?"<|quote|>inquired Fang, after another pause.</|quote|>"Yes," replied the man. "The | here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?"<|quote|>inquired Fang, after another pause.</|quote|>"Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in | here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?"<|quote|>inquired Fang, after another pause.</|quote... | by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause... | I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what... | Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office." The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and... | 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." "Oh! ye... | this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especially of the poorer class; and although, within such walls, enough fantastic tricks are daily played to make the angels blind with weeping; they are closed to the public, save... | Oliver Twist |
replied the man. | No speaker | Fang, after another pause. "Yes,"<|quote|>replied the man.</|quote|>"The very book he has | was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes,"<|quote|>replied the man.</|quote|>"The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that | pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes,"<|quote|>replied the man.</|quote|>"The ve... | done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to min... | the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?... | three months hard labour of course. Clear the office." The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop,... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a snee... | fantastic tricks are daily played to make the angels blind with weeping; they are closed to the public, save through the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this?... | Oliver Twist |
"Oh, that book, eh?" | Mr. Fang | he has in his hand."<|quote|>"Oh, that book, eh?"</|quote|>said Fang. "Is it paid | the man. "The very book he has in his hand."<|quote|>"Oh, that book, eh?"</|quote|>said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not," | man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand."<|quote|>"Oh, that book, eh?"</|quote|>said ... | stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have... | put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two other... | was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cr... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; the... | daily played to make the angels blind with weeping; they are closed to the public, save through the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. C... | Oliver Twist |
said Fang. | No speaker | hand." "Oh, that book, eh?"<|quote|>said Fang.</|quote|>"Is it paid for?" "No, | book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?"<|quote|>said Fang.</|quote|>"Is it paid for?" "No, it is not," replied the | have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?"<|quote|>said Fang.</|quote|>"Is it paid for?" "N... | by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in... | you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner h... | purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, b... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's you... | is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matte... | Oliver Twist |
"Is it paid for?" | Mr. Fang | that book, eh?" said Fang.<|quote|>"Is it paid for?"</|quote|>"No, it is not," replied | has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang.<|quote|>"Is it paid for?"</|quote|>"No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile. | me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang.<|quote|>"Is it paid for?"</|quote|>"No, it is not... | time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pur... | hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loit... | a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless wit... | 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." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Ol... | summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especially of the poorer class; and although, within such walls, enough fantastic tricks are daily played to make the angels blind with weeping; they are closed to the public, save through the medi... | Oliver Twist |
replied the man, with a smile. | No speaker | for?" "No, it is not,"<|quote|>replied the man, with a smile.</|quote|>"Dear me, I forgot all | said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not,"<|quote|>replied the man, with a smile.</|quote|>"Dear me, I forgot all about it!" exclaimed the absent | get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not,"<|quote|>replied the man, with a smile.</|quote|>"Dear... | keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I'... | man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, w... | the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in... | the old gentleman in conclusion. "And I fear," he added, with great energy, looking towards the bar, "I really fear that he is ill." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him.... | poorer class; and although, within such walls, enough fantastic tricks are daily played to make the angels blind with weeping; they are closed to the public, save through the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in... | Oliver Twist |
"Dear me, I forgot all about it!" | Mr. Brownlow | the man, with a smile.<|quote|>"Dear me, I forgot all about it!"</|quote|>exclaimed the absent old gentleman, | "No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile.<|quote|>"Dear me, I forgot all about it!"</|quote|>exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently. "A nice person to | and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile.<|quote|>"Dear me, I forgot all about it!"</|quote|>excla... | more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The pr... | determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading... | when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercis... | I fear," he added, with great energy, looking towards the bar, "I really fear that he is ill." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole pla... | clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties,... | Oliver Twist |
exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently. | No speaker | I forgot all about it!"<|quote|>exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently.</|quote|>"A nice person to prefer | with a smile. "Dear me, I forgot all about it!"<|quote|>exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently.</|quote|>"A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor | "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile. "Dear me, I forgot all about it!"<|quote|>exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently... | the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, af... | too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I ... | poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power ov... | looking towards the bar, "I really fear that he is ill." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "Wh... | be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refuse, sir." The man was right. His manner was determined; and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I s... | Oliver Twist |
"A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!" | Mr. Fang | the absent old gentleman, innocently.<|quote|>"A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!"</|quote|>said Fang, with a comical | forgot all about it!" exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently.<|quote|>"A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!"</|quote|>said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I | inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile. "Dear me, I forgot all about it!" exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently.<|quote|>"A nice person to prefer a charge ag... | here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied ... | "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that t... | suit of black, rushed hastily into the office, and advanced towards the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name,... | fear that he is ill." "Oh! yes, I dare say!" said Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scound... | prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said the old gentleman, raising his hands instinctively; "he'll fall down." "Stand away, ... | Oliver Twist |
said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. | No speaker | charge against a poor boy!"<|quote|>said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane.</|quote|>"I consider, sir, that you | nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!"<|quote|>said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane.</|quote|>"I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that | book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile. "Dear me, I forgot all about it!" exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently. "A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!"<|quote|>said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane.</|... | to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that bo... | "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having ... | the bench. "Stop, stop! don't take him away! For Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especia... | Mr. Fang, with a sneer. "Come, none of your tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name... | closed to the public, save through the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the... | Oliver Twist |
"I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the ... | Mr. Fang | comical effort to look humane.<|quote|>"I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you... | boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane.<|quote|>"I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or t... | eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile. "Dear me, I forgot all about it!" exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently. "A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane.<|quote|>"I consider, sir, that you have obtained pos... | could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that book, eh?" said Fang. "Is it paid for?" "No, it is no... | said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the wo... | Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especially of the poorer class; and although, within suc... | tricks here, you young vagabond; they won't do. What's your name?" Oliver tried to reply but his tongue failed him. He was deadly pale; and the whole place seemed turning round and round. "What's your name, you hardened scoundrel?" demanded Mr. Fang. "Officer, what's his name?" This was addressed to a bluff old fellow,... | the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especially of the poorer class; and although, within such walls, enough fantastic tricks are daily played to make the angels blind with wee... | Oliver Twist |
"D n me!" | Mr. Brownlow | is discharged. Clear the office!"<|quote|>"D n me!"</|quote|>cried the old gentleman, bursting | overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!"<|quote|>"D n me!"</|quote|>cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he | obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!"<|quote|>"D n me!"</|quo... | for?" "No, it is not," replied the man, with a smile. "Dear me, I forgot all about it!" exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently. "A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very sus... | little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get... | are daily played to make the angels blind with weeping; they are closed to the public, save through the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man ou... | striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's... | to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a litt... | Oliver Twist |
cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long, | No speaker | the office!" "D n me!"<|quote|>cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long,</|quote|>"d n me! I'll" "Clear | The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!"<|quote|>cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long,</|quote|>"d n me! I'll" "Clear the office!" said the magistrate. | that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!"<|quote|>cried the old gentleman, bur... | is not," replied the man, with a smile. "Dear me, I forgot all about it!" exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently. "A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and di... | worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five m... | to make the angels blind with weeping; they are closed to the public, save through the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the offi... | was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worshi... | the poorer class; and although, within such walls, enough fantastic tricks are daily played to make the angels blind with weeping; they are closed to the public, save through the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest ente... | Oliver Twist |
"d n me! I'll" | Mr. Brownlow | had kept down so long,<|quote|>"d n me! I'll"</|quote|>"Clear the office!" said the | out with the rage he had kept down so long,<|quote|>"d n me! I'll"</|quote|>"Clear the office!" said the magistrate. "Officers, do you hear? | that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!" cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long,<|quote|>"d n me! I'll"</|quote|>"Clear the office!" said the magi... | exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently. "A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that t... | the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, af... | the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I ... | him really incapable of understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang... | the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the ... | Oliver Twist |
"Clear the office!" | Mr. Fang | long, "d n me! I'll"<|quote|>"Clear the office!"</|quote|>said the magistrate. "Officers, do | he had kept down so long, "d n me! I'll"<|quote|>"Clear the office!"</|quote|>said the magistrate. "Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!" | the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!" cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long, "d n me! I'll"<|quote|>"Clear the office!"</|quote|>said the magistrate. "Officers,... | gentleman, innocently. "A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property ... | you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes,"... | daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep... | understanding the question; and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well.... | in a low voice. "Summarily," replied Mr. Fang. "He stands committed for three months hard labour of course. Clear the office." The door was opened for this purpose, and a couple of men were preparing to carry the insensible boy to his cell; when an elderly man of decent but poor appearance, clad in an old suit of black... | Oliver Twist |
said the magistrate. | No speaker | me! I'll" "Clear the office!"<|quote|>said the magistrate.</|quote|>"Officers, do you hear? Clear | down so long, "d n me! I'll" "Clear the office!"<|quote|>said the magistrate.</|quote|>"Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!" The mandate was | to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!" cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long, "d n me! I'll" "Clear the office!"<|quote|>said the magistrate.</|quote|>"Officers, do you hear? Clear th... | nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let... | before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the m... | were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand ... | and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where... | when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I saw that this boy was perfectly amazed and stupified by it." Having by this time recovered a little breath, the worthy book-stall keeper proceeded to relate, in a more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. ... | Oliver Twist |
"Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!" | Mr. Fang | the office!" said the magistrate.<|quote|>"Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!"</|quote|>The mandate was obeyed; and | "d n me! I'll" "Clear the office!" said the magistrate.<|quote|>"Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!"</|quote|>The mandate was obeyed; and the indignant Mr. Brownlow was | this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!" cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long, "d n me! I'll" "Clear the office!" said the magistrate.<|quote|>"Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!"</|quote|>The man... | prefer a charge against a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a less... | after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book h... | Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not... | his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your wor... | more coherent manner the exact circumstances of the robbery. "Why didn't you come here before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The pr... | Oliver Twist |
The mandate was obeyed; and the indignant Mr. Brownlow was conveyed out, with the book in one hand, and the bamboo cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and ... | No speaker | you hear? Clear the office!"<|quote|>The mandate was obeyed; and the indignant Mr. Brownlow was conveyed out, with the book in one hand, and the bamboo cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pave... | said the magistrate. "Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!"<|quote|>The mandate was obeyed; and the indignant Mr. Brownlow was conveyed out, with the book in one hand, and the bamboo cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Olive... | man, or the law will overtake you yet. The boy is discharged. Clear the office!" "D n me!" cried the old gentleman, bursting out with the rage he had kept down so long, "d n me! I'll" "Clear the office!" said the magistrate. "Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!"<|quote|>The mandate was obeyed; and the indignant Mr... | said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property declines to prosecute. Let this be a lesson to you, my man, or the law will ov... | to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the man. "The very book he has in his hand." "Oh, that bo... | indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear m... | magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence; he hazarded a guess. "He says his name's Tom White, your worship," said the kind-hearted thief-taker. "Oh, he won't speak out, won't he?" said Fang. "Very well, very well. Where does he live?" "Where he can, your worship," replied the officer; again pretendi... | daily played to make the angels blind with weeping; they are closed to the public, save through the medium of the daily press.[Footnote: Or were virtually, then.] Mr. Fang was consequently not a little indignant to see an unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. C... | Oliver Twist |
"Poor boy, poor boy!" | Mr. Brownlow | tremble convulsing his whole frame.<|quote|>"Poor boy, poor boy!"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, bending over | deadly white; and a cold tremble convulsing his whole frame.<|quote|>"Poor boy, poor boy!"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him. "Call a coach, somebody, | perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples bathed with water; his face a deadly white; and a cold tremble convulsing his whole frame.<|quote|>"Poor boy, poor boy!"</|quot... | he had kept down so long, "d n me! I'll" "Clear the office!" said the magistrate. "Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!" The mandate was obeyed; and the indignant Mr. Brownlow was conveyed out, with the book in one hand, and the bamboo cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yar... | me, I forgot all about it!" exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently. "A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yo... | and the matter was growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robber... | hazarding the usual reply. At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know bet... | before?" said Fang, after a pause. "I hadn't a soul to mind the shop," replied the man. "Everybody who could have helped me, had joined in the pursuit. I could get nobody till five minutes ago; and I've run here all the way." "The prosecutor was reading, was he?" inquired Fang, after another pause. "Yes," replied the m... | Oliver Twist |
said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him. | No speaker | frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him.</|quote|>"Call a coach, somebody, pray. | cold tremble convulsing his whole frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him.</|quote|>"Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" A coach was obtained, | and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples bathed with water; his face a deadly white; and a cold tremble convulsing his whole frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, bending ove... | so long, "d n me! I'll" "Clear the office!" said the magistrate. "Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!" The mandate was obeyed; and the indignant Mr. Brownlow was conveyed out, with the book in one hand, and the bamboo cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passio... | about it!" exclaimed the absent old gentleman, innocently. "A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortu... | growing rather too serious to be hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by ... | At this point of the inquiry, Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take ... | Heaven's sake stop a moment!" cried the new comer, breathless with haste. Although the presiding Genii in such an office as this, exercise a summary and arbitrary power over the liberties, the good name, the character, almost the lives, of Her Majesty's subjects, especially of the poorer class; and although, within suc... | Oliver Twist |
"Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!" | Mr. Brownlow | Mr. Brownlow, bending over him.<|quote|>"Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!"</|quote|>A coach was obtained, and | "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him.<|quote|>"Call a coach, somebody, pray. Directly!"</|quote|>A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid | and his passion vanished in a moment. Little Oliver Twist lay on his back on the pavement, with his shirt unbuttoned, and his temples bathed with water; his face a deadly white; and a cold tremble convulsing his whole frame. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, bending over him.<|quote|>"Call a coach, somebody, pra... | "Clear the office!" said the magistrate. "Officers, do you hear? Clear the office!" The mandate was obeyed; and the indignant Mr. Brownlow was conveyed out, with the book in one hand, and the bamboo cane in the other: in a perfect phrenzy of rage and defiance. He reached the yard; and his passion vanished in a moment. ... | gentleman, innocently. "A nice person to prefer a charge against a poor boy!" said Fang, with a comical effort to look humane. "I consider, sir, that you have obtained possession of that book, under very suspicious and disreputable circumstances; and you may think yourself very fortunate that the owner of the property ... | hushed up. "Swear the man," growled Mr. Fang, with a very ill grace. "Now, man, what have you got to say?" "This," said the man: "I saw three boys: two others and the prisoner here: loitering on the opposite side of the way, when this gentleman was reading. The robbery was committed by another boy. I saw it done; and I... | Oliver raised his head; and, looking round with imploring eyes, murmured a feeble prayer for a draught of water. "Stuff and nonsense!" said Mr. Fang: "don't try to make a fool of me." "I think he really is ill, your worship," remonstrated the officer. "I know better," said Mr. Fang. "Take care of him, officer," said th... | unbidden guest enter in such irreverent disorder. "What is this? Who is this? Turn this man out. Clear the office!" cried Mr. Fang. "I _will_ speak," cried the man; "I will not be turned out. I saw it all. I keep the book-stall. I demand to be sworn. I will not be put down. Mr. Fang, you must hear me. You must not refu... | Oliver Twist |
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