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"And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." | Oliver Twist | "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver.<|quote|>"And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me."</|quote|>"Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, | do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver.<|quote|>"And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me."</|quote|>"Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him | not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver.<|quote|>"And very grateful indeed, s... | forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. ... | need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt... | sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair ... | room, which belonged to her. Having him set, here, by the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's al... | it now, at all events." Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into th... | Oliver Twist |
"Good by," | Mr. Brownlow | for your goodness to me."<|quote|>"Good by,"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have | "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me."<|quote|>"Good by,"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him any nourishment, | been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me."<|quote|>"Good by,"</|quote|>said Mr. ... | hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, s... | on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which... | It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. T... | the fire-side, the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, ... | walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very... | Oliver Twist |
said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. | No speaker | goodness to me." "Good by,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly.</|quote|>"Have you given him any | grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." "Good by,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly.</|quote|>"Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" | aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." "Good by,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly.<... | which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know... | forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which termin... | my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!" sa... | the good old lady sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me... | and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!" said the old lady, suiting the action to the word; "you don't see it... | Oliver Twist |
"Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" | Mr. Brownlow | by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly.<|quote|>"Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?"</|quote|>"He has just had a | your goodness to me." "Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly.<|quote|>"Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?"</|quote|>"He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, | know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." "Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly.<|quote|>"Have you given him an... | sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't... | hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back ... | Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!" said the old lady, suiti... | sat herself down too; and, being in a state of considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oli... | would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," an... | Oliver Twist |
"He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," | Mrs. Bedwin | nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?"<|quote|>"He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir,"</|quote|>replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself | "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?"<|quote|>"He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir,"</|quote|>replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong | think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." "Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?"<|quote|>"He has just had a ... | boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at ... | good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth mus... | and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!" said the old lady, suiting the action to the word; "you don't see it... | considerable delight at seeing him so much better, forthwith began to cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said... | very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody tha... | Oliver Twist |
replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. | No speaker | of beautiful strong broth, sir,"<|quote|>replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever.</|quote|>"Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with | has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir,"<|quote|>replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever.</|quote|>"Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shu... | mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." "Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir,"<|quote|>replied Mrs. Bedwin: dr... | hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear... | great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any... | exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!" said the old lady, suiting the action to the word; "you don't see it now, at all events." Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's ey... | cry most violently. "Never mind me, my dear," said the old lady; "I'm only having a regular good cry. There; it's all over now; and I'm quite comfortable." "You're very, very kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's ful... | too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a moment from the broth; "that's a portrait." "Whose, ma'am?" asked Oliver. "Why, really, my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-hum... | Oliver Twist |
"Ugh!" | Mr. Brownlow | no affinity or connection whatsoever.<|quote|>"Ugh!"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, with a | broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever.<|quote|>"Ugh!"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of | given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever.<|quot... | I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." "Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin?... | sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to exp... | won't see it. There!" said the old lady, suiting the action to the word; "you don't see it now, at all events." Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin,... | kind to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleas... | strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting. "Oh no, no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. I... | Oliver Twist |
said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; | No speaker | affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder;</|quote|>"a couple of glasses of | will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder;</|quote|>"a couple of glasses of port wine would have done | him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!"<|quo... | don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." "Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? A... | back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "P... | see it. There!" said the old lady, suiting the action to the word; "you don't see it now, at all events." Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satis... | to me, ma'am," said Oliver. "Well, never you mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." ... | You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!" said the old lady, suiting the action to the word; "you don't see it now, at all events." Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thou... | Oliver Twist |
"a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" | Mr. Brownlow | Brownlow, with a slight shudder;<|quote|>"a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?"</|quote|>"My name is Oliver, sir," | connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder;<|quote|>"a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?"</|quote|>"My name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with | "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder;<|quote|... | think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." "Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" "He has just had a basin of... | fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownl... | suiting the action to the word; "you don't see it now, at all events." Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable,... | you mind that, my dear," said the old lady; "that's got nothing to do with your broth; and it's full time you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herse... | there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenan... | Oliver Twist |
"My name is Oliver, sir," | Oliver Twist | Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?"<|quote|>"My name is Oliver, sir,"</|quote|>replied the little invalid: with | a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?"<|quote|>"My name is Oliver, sir,"</|quote|>replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. | emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?"<|quote|>"My name is Oliv... | sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." "Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on th... | of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, s... | eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a prepara... | you had it; for the doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish a... | eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a prepara... | Oliver Twist |
replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. | No speaker | "My name is Oliver, sir,"<|quote|>replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment.</|quote|>"Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver | Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir,"<|quote|>replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment.</|quote|>"Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, | to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir,"<|quote|>replied the littl... | grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." "Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that be... | supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everythi... | he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through... | doctor says Mr. Brownlow may come in to see you this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when... | to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!" said the old lady, suiting the action to the word; "you don't see it now, at all events." Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she... | Oliver Twist |
"Oliver," | Mr. Brownlow | a look of great astonishment.<|quote|>"Oliver,"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? | replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment.<|quote|>"Oliver,"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, | existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment.<|quote|>"Oliver,"</|quote|>... | said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no af... | which we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know... | better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely ... | this morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three h... | felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. B... | Oliver Twist |
said Mr. Brownlow; | No speaker | look of great astonishment. "Oliver,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow;</|quote|>"Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" | the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow;</|quote|>"Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." | no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow... | Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinit... | we are not sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedw... | not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallow... | morning; and we must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundre... | expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressi... | Oliver Twist |
"Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" | Mr. Brownlow | astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow;<|quote|>"Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?"</|quote|>"No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." | with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow;<|quote|>"Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?"</|quote|>"No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old | connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow;<|quote|>"Oliver what?... | "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoe... | sufficiently philosophical to be in a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't... | the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last s... | must get up our best looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paup... | my dear, I don't know," answered the old lady in a good-humoured manner. "It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect. It seems to strike your fancy, dear." "It is so pretty," replied Oliver. "Why, sure you're not afraid of it?" said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which ... | Oliver Twist |
"No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." | Oliver Twist | "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?"<|quote|>"No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist."</|quote|>"Queer name!" said the old | astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?"<|quote|>"No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist."</|quote|>"Queer name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell | Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?"<|quote|>"No, sir, Twist, Ol... | nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Bro... | a condition to explain. "Poor boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather... | he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there ca... | looks, because the better we look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest co... | no," returned Oliver quickly; "but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me. It makes my heart beat," added Oliver in a low voice, "as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and ... | Oliver Twist |
"Queer name!" | Mr. Brownlow | "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist."<|quote|>"Queer name!"</|quote|>said the old gentleman. "What | "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist."<|quote|>"Queer name!"</|quote|>said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate | "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist."<|quote|>"Queer name!"</|quot... | "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a coup... | boy, poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at ... | looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door.... | look, the more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of p... | had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take... | Oliver Twist |
said the old gentleman. | No speaker | Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!"<|quote|>said the old gentleman.</|quote|>"What made you tell the | Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!"<|quote|>said the old gentleman.</|quote|>"What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" | of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!"<|quote|>said the old gen... | just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of gl... | boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-tim... | him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in,... | more he'll be pleased." And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, d... | to speak to me, but couldn't." "Lord save us!" exclaimed the old lady, starting; "don't talk in that way, child. You're weak and nervous after your illness. Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!" said the old lady, suiting the action to the word; "you don't see it now, at al... | Oliver Twist |
"What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" | Mr. Brownlow | name!" said the old gentleman.<|quote|>"What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?"</|quote|>"I never told him so, | sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman.<|quote|>"What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?"</|quote|>"I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. | wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman.<|quote|>"What made ... | of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port win... | clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mi... | satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; a... | And with this, the old lady applied herself to warming up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old l... | as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffec... | Oliver Twist |
"I never told him so, sir," | Oliver Twist | magistrate your name was White?"<|quote|>"I never told him so, sir,"</|quote|>returned Oliver in amazement. This | "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?"<|quote|>"I never told him so, sir,"</|quote|>returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, | Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?"<|quote|>"I ... | up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White... | I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliv... | of toasted bread into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as br... | up, in a little saucepan, a basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intent... | shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a su... | Oliver Twist |
returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments. | No speaker | never told him so, sir,"<|quote|>returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments.</|quote|>"Some mistake," said Mr. Brownlow. | your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir,"<|quote|>returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments.</|quote|>"Some mistake," said Mr. ... | name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir,"<|quote|>returned O... | on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir," replied... | "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, s... | with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no so... | basin full of broth: strong enough, Oliver thought, to furnish an ample dinner, when reduced to the regulation strength, for three hundred and fifty paupers, at the lowest computation. "Are you fond of pictures, dear?" inquired the old lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung... | to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the... | Oliver Twist |
"Some mistake," | Mr. Brownlow | its thin and sharpened lineaments.<|quote|>"Some mistake,"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow. But, although | truth in every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments.<|quote|>"Some mistake,"</|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow. But, although his motive for looking steadily | the magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments.<|quote|>"Some mistake,"</|q... | him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your ... | never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." "Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: draw... | and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver look... | lady, seeing that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady,... | napkin at dinner-time yesterday; but never mind that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." "Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong b... | Oliver Twist |
said Mr. Brownlow. But, although his motive for looking steadily at Oliver no longer existed, the old idea of the resemblance between his features and some familiar face came upon him so strongly, that he could not withdraw his gaze. | No speaker | and sharpened lineaments. "Some mistake,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow. But, although his motive for looking steadily at Oliver no longer existed, the old idea of the resemblance between his features and some familiar face came upon him so strongly, that he could not withdraw his gaze.</|quote|>"I hope you are not | every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments. "Some mistake,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow. But, although his motive for looking steadily at Oliver no longer existed, the old idea of the resemblance between his features and some familiar face came upon him so strongly, that he could not withdraw his gaze.</|quote|>"I ho... | your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments. "Some mistake,"<|quote|>said Mr. Brownlow.... | great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name w... | that. How do you feel, my dear?" "Very happy, sir," replied Oliver. "And very grateful indeed, sir, for your goodness to me." "Good by," said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly. "Have you given him any nourishment, Bedwin? Any slops, eh?" "He has just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself... | walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; but, he had no sooner raised his spectacles on his forehead, and thrust his hands behind the skirts of his dressing-gown to take a good long look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very... | that Oliver had fixed his eyes, most intently, on a portrait which hung against the wall; just opposite his chair. "I don't quite know, ma'am," said Oliver, without taking his eyes from the canvas; "I have seen so few that I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters al... | attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic ... | Oliver Twist |
"I hope you are not angry with me, sir?" | Oliver Twist | could not withdraw his gaze.<|quote|>"I hope you are not angry with me, sir?"</|quote|>said Oliver, raising his eyes | him so strongly, that he could not withdraw his gaze.<|quote|>"I hope you are not angry with me, sir?"</|quote|>said Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly. "No, no," replied the | every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments. "Some mistake," said Mr. Brownlow. But, although his motive for looking steadily at Oliver no longer existed, the old idea of the resemblance between his features and some familiar face came upon him so strongly, that he could not withdraw his gaze.<|quote|>"I hope you ar... | said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin and sharp... | just had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of gl... | look at Oliver, than his countenance underwent a very great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told,... | I hardly know. What a beautiful, mild face that lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said t... | from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of ... | Oliver Twist |
said Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly. | No speaker | not angry with me, sir?"<|quote|>said Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly.</|quote|>"No, no," replied the old | gaze. "I hope you are not angry with me, sir?"<|quote|>said Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly.</|quote|>"No, no," replied the old gentleman. "Why! what's this? Bedwin, | mistake," said Mr. Brownlow. But, although his motive for looking steadily at Oliver no longer existed, the old idea of the resemblance between his features and some familiar face came upon him so strongly, that he could not withdraw his gaze. "I hope you are not angry with me, sir?"<|quote|>said Oliver, raising his ey... | magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments. "Some mistake," said Mr. Brownl... | replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great dea... | great variety of odd contortions. Oliver looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any... | lady's is!" "Ah!" said the old lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own a... | poor boy!" said Mr. Brownlow, clearing his throat. "I'm rather hoarse this morning, Mrs. Bedwin. I'm afraid I have caught cold." "I hope not, sir," said Mrs. Bedwin. "Everything you have had, has been well aired, sir." "I don't know, Bedwin. I don't know," said Mr. Brownlow; "I rather think I had a damp napkin at dinne... | Oliver Twist |
"No, no," | Mr. Brownlow | Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly.<|quote|>"No, no,"</|quote|>replied the old gentleman. "Why! | angry with me, sir?" said Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly.<|quote|>"No, no,"</|quote|>replied the old gentleman. "Why! what's this? Bedwin, look there!" | his motive for looking steadily at Oliver no longer existed, the old idea of the resemblance between his features and some familiar face came upon him so strongly, that he could not withdraw his gaze. "I hope you are not angry with me, sir?" said Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly.<|quote|>"No, no,"</|quote|>replied... | never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments. "Some mistake," said Mr. Brownlow. But, although his motive for loo... | slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, e... | looked very worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane dis... | lady, "painters always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likenes... | into the broth, with all the bustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through it with extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed the last spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. "Come in," said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow. Now, the old gentleman came in as brisk as need be; b... | Oliver Twist |
replied the old gentleman. | No speaker | his eyes beseechingly. "No, no,"<|quote|>replied the old gentleman.</|quote|>"Why! what's this? Bedwin, look | me, sir?" said Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly. "No, no,"<|quote|>replied the old gentleman.</|quote|>"Why! what's this? Bedwin, look there!" As he spoke, he | for looking steadily at Oliver no longer existed, the old idea of the resemblance between his features and some familiar face came upon him so strongly, that he could not withdraw his gaze. "I hope you are not angry with me, sir?" said Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly. "No, no,"<|quote|>replied the old gentleman.<... | him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments. "Some mistake," said Mr. Brownlow. But, although his motive for looking steadi... | laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name i... | worn and shadowy from sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, fo... | always make ladies out prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said ... | all events." Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him; and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, salted and broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, wi... | Oliver Twist |
"Why! what's this? Bedwin, look there!" | Mr. Brownlow | no," replied the old gentleman.<|quote|>"Why! what's this? Bedwin, look there!"</|quote|>As he spoke, he pointed | raising his eyes beseechingly. "No, no," replied the old gentleman.<|quote|>"Why! what's this? Bedwin, look there!"</|quote|>As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture over | Oliver no longer existed, the old idea of the resemblance between his features and some familiar face came upon him so strongly, that he could not withdraw his gaze. "I hope you are not angry with me, sir?" said Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly. "No, no," replied the old gentleman.<|quote|>"Why! what's this? Bedwi... | Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments. "Some mistake," said Mr. Brownlow. But, although his motive for looking steadily at Oliver no longer ... | the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir," replied th... | sickness, and made an ineffectual attempt to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears... | prettier than they are, or they wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the... | your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it. There!" said the old lady, suiting the action to the word; "you don't see it now, at all events." Oliver _did_ see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he had not altered his position; but he thought it better not to worry the kind old lady; so he smile... | Oliver Twist |
As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture over Oliver's head, and then to the boy's face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for the instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed copied with startling accuracy! Oliver knew not the ... | No speaker | what's this? Bedwin, look there!"<|quote|>As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture over Oliver's head, and then to the boy's face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for the instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed copied wit... | replied the old gentleman. "Why! what's this? Bedwin, look there!"<|quote|>As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture over Oliver's head, and then to the boy's face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for the instant, so precisely alike, that th... | idea of the resemblance between his features and some familiar face came upon him so strongly, that he could not withdraw his gaze. "I hope you are not angry with me, sir?" said Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly. "No, no," replied the old gentleman. "Why! what's this? Bedwin, look there!"<|quote|>As he spoke, he po... | like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments. "Some mistake," said Mr. Brownlow. But, although his motive for looking steadily at Oliver no longer existed, the old idea of the resembla... | between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses of port wine would have done him a great deal more good. Wouldn't they, Tom White, eh?" "My name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with a look of... | to stand up, out of respect to his benefactor, which terminated in his sinking back into the chair again; and the fact is, if the truth must be told, that Mr. Brownlow's heart, being large enough for any six ordinary old gentlemen of humane disposition, forced a supply of tears into his eyes, by some hydraulic process ... | wouldn't get any custom, child. The man that invented the machine for taking likenesses might have known that would never succeed; it's a deal too honest. A deal," said the old lady, laughing very heartily at her own acuteness. "Is is that a likeness, ma'am?" said Oliver. "Yes," said the old lady, looking up for a mome... | had a basin of beautiful strong broth, sir," replied Mrs. Bedwin: drawing herself up slightly, and laying strong emphasis on the last word: to intimate that between slops, and broth will compounded, there existed no affinity or connection whatsoever. "Ugh!" said Mr. Brownlow, with a slight shudder; "a couple of glasses... | Oliver Twist |
"What's the matter?" | The Artful Dodger | in a transport of mirth.<|quote|>"What's the matter?"</|quote|>inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! | a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth.<|quote|>"What's the matter?"</|quote|>inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold | to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth.<|quote|>"What's... | two, being left entirely to the philosopher concerned, to be settled and determined by his clear, comprehensive, and impartial view of his own particular case. It was not until the two boys had scoured, with great rapidity, through a most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a... | a too mighty flow of ideas, are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to a... | have laid down as the main-springs of all Nature's deeds and actions: the said philosophers very wisely reducing the good lady's proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or ge... | is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amaz... | were actuated by a very laudable and becoming regard for themselves; and forasmuch as the freedom of the subject and the liberty of the individual are among the first and proudest boasts of a true-hearted Englishman, so, I need hardly beg the reader to observe, that this action should tend to exalt them in the opinion ... | Oliver Twist |
inquired the Dodger. | No speaker | of mirth. "What's the matter?"<|quote|>inquired the Dodger.</|quote|>"Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley | rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?"<|quote|>inquired the Dodger.</|quote|>"Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated | a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?"<|quote|>in... | entirely to the philosopher concerned, to be settled and determined by his clear, comprehensive, and impartial view of his own particular case. It was not until the two boys had scoured, with great rapidity, through a most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark ar... | flow of ideas, are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themsel... | as the main-springs of all Nature's deeds and actions: the said philosophers very wisely reducing the good lady's proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse ... | replied the little invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sound... | and safety goes to corroborate and confirm the little code of laws which certain profound and sound-judging philosophers have laid down as the main-springs of all Nature's deeds and actions: the said philosophers very wisely reducing the good lady's proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pr... | Oliver Twist |
"Ha! ha! ha!" | Charley Bates | the matter?" inquired the Dodger.<|quote|>"Ha! ha! ha!"</|quote|>roared Charley Bates. "Hold your | a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger.<|quote|>"Ha! ha! ha!"</|quote|>roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking | dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger.... | philosopher concerned, to be settled and determined by his clear, comprehensive, and impartial view of his own particular case. It was not until the two boys had scoured, with great rapidity, through a most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having re... | are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to d... | of all Nature's deeds and actions: the said philosophers very wisely reducing the good lady's proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse and feeling. For, th... | invalid: with a look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falseh... | accuracy! Oliver knew not the cause of this sudden exclamation; for, not being strong enough to bear the start it gave him, he fainted away. A weakness on his part, which affords the narrative an opportunity of relieving the reader from suspense, in behalf of the two young pupils of the Merry Old Gentleman; and of reco... | Oliver Twist |
roared Charley Bates. | No speaker | the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!"<|quote|>roared Charley Bates.</|quote|>"Hold your noise," remonstrated the | mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!"<|quote|>roared Charley Bates.</|quote|>"Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do | remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!"<|quote... | be settled and determined by his clear, comprehensive, and impartial view of his own particular case. It was not until the two boys had scoured, with great rapidity, through a most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just l... | indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great rig... | deeds and actions: the said philosophers very wisely reducing the good lady's proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse and feeling. For, these are matters ... | look of great astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the ol... | their very delicate predicament, I should at once find it in the fact (also recorded in a foregoing part of this narrative), of their quitting the pursuit, when the general attention was fixed upon Oliver; and making immediately for their home by the shortest possible cut. Although I do not mean to assert that it is us... | Oliver Twist |
"Hold your noise," | The Artful Dodger | ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates.<|quote|>"Hold your noise,"</|quote|>remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously | matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates.<|quote|>"Hold your noise,"</|quote|>remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to | just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates.<|quote... | determined by his clear, comprehensive, and impartial view of his own particular case. It was not until the two boys had scoured, with great rapidity, through a most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to r... | do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great right, you may do a li... | the said philosophers very wisely reducing the good lady's proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse and feeling. For, these are matters totally beneath a f... | astonishment. "Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman lo... | by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse and feeling. For, these are matters totally beneath a female who is acknowledged by universal admission to be far above the numerous little foibles and weaknesses ... | Oliver Twist |
remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. | No speaker | Charley Bates. "Hold your noise,"<|quote|>remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round.</|quote|>"Do you want to be | Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise,"<|quote|>remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round.</|quote|>"Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help | to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise,"<|quo... | clear, comprehensive, and impartial view of his own particular case. It was not until the two boys had scoured, with great rapidity, through a most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to s... | say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great right, you may do a little wrong;... | very wisely reducing the good lady's proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse and feeling. For, these are matters totally beneath a female who is acknowled... | Mr. Brownlow; "Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliv... | and proudest boasts of a true-hearted Englishman, so, I need hardly beg the reader to observe, that this action should tend to exalt them in the opinion of all public and patriotic men, in almost as great a degree as this strong proof of their anxiety for their own preservation and safety goes to corroborate and confir... | Oliver Twist |
"Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" | The Artful Dodger | the Dodger, looking cautiously round.<|quote|>"Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?"</|quote|>"I can't help it," said | Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round.<|quote|>"Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?"</|quote|>"I can't help it," said Charley, "I can't help it! | Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautio... | his own particular case. It was not until the two boys had scoured, with great rapidity, through a most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of... | it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great right, you may do a little wrong; and you may take any means which... | proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse and feeling. For, these are matters totally beneath a female who is acknowledged by universal admission to be far ... | eh?" "No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him;... | to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse and feeling. For, these are matters totally beneath a female who is acknowledged by universal admission to be far above the nu... | Oliver Twist |
"I can't help it," | Charley Bates | want to be grabbed, stupid?"<|quote|>"I can't help it,"</|quote|>said Charley, "I can't help | looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?"<|quote|>"I can't help it,"</|quote|>said Charley, "I can't help it! To see him splitting | delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid... | until the two boys had scoured, with great rapidity, through a most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, burstin... | mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great right, you may do a little wrong; and you may take any means which the end to be attained, will justify;... | and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse and feeling. For, these are matters totally beneath a female who is acknowledged by universal admission to be far above the numerous little foibles and weakne... | name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin an... | Old Gentleman; and of recording That when the Dodger, and his accomplished friend Master Bates, joined in the hue-and-cry which was raised at Oliver's heels, in consequence of their executing an illegal conveyance of Mr. Brownlow's personal property, as has been already described, they were actuated by a very laudable ... | Oliver Twist |
said Charley, | No speaker | stupid?" "I can't help it,"<|quote|>said Charley,</|quote|>"I can't help it! To | you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it,"<|quote|>said Charley,</|quote|>"I can't help it! To see him splitting away at | an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it,"<|quote... | had scoured, with great rapidity, through a most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrol... | out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great right, you may do a little wrong; and you may take any means which the end to be attained, will justify; the amount of the right, or the ... | neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse and feeling. For, these are matters totally beneath a female who is acknowledged by universal admission to be far above the numerous little foibles and weaknesses of her sex... | gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin and sharpened lineamen... | Oliver; and making immediately for their home by the shortest possible cut. Although I do not mean to assert that it is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to shorten the road to any great conclusion (their course indeed being rather to lengthen the distance, by various circumlocutions and discursive st... | Oliver Twist |
"I can't help it! To see him splitting away at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" | Charley Bates | can't help it," said Charley,<|quote|>"I can't help it! To see him splitting away at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!"</|quote|>The vivid imagi... | to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley,<|quote|>"I can't help it! To see him splitting away at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye... | fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley,<|quote|>"I... | with great rapidity, through a most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of ... | theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great right, you may do a little wrong; and you may take any means which the end to be attained, will justify; the amount of the right, or the amount of ... | pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse and feeling. For, these are matters totally beneath a female who is acknowledged by universal admission to be far above the numerous little foibles and weaknesses of her sex. If I wa... | made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" "I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement. This sounded so like a falsehood, that the old gentleman looked somewhat sternly in Oliver's face. It was impossible to doubt him; there was truth in every one of its thin and sharpened lineaments. "Some mistake... | first and proudest boasts of a true-hearted Englishman, so, I need hardly beg the reader to observe, that this action should tend to exalt them in the opinion of all public and patriotic men, in almost as great a degree as this strong proof of their anxiety for their own preservation and safety goes to corroborate and ... | Oliver Twist |
The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. | No speaker | arter him oh, my eye!"<|quote|>The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before.</|quote|>"What'll Fagin say?" inquired the | in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!"<|quote|>The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before.</|quote|>"What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage o... | it! To see him splitting away at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!"<|quote|>The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him... | flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley, "I can't help it! To see hi... | right, or the amount of the wrong, or indeed the distinction between the two, being left entirely to the philosopher concerned, to be settled and determined by his clear, comprehensive, and impartial view of his own particular case. It was not until the two boys had scoured, with great rapidity, through a most intricat... | further proof of the strictly philosophical nature of the conduct of these young gentlemen in their very delicate predicament, I should at once find it in the fact (also recorded in a foregoing part of this narrative), of their quitting the pursuit, when the general attention was fixed upon Oliver; and making immediate... | "Some mistake," said Mr. Brownlow. But, although his motive for looking steadily at Oliver no longer existed, the old idea of the resemblance between his features and some familiar face came upon him so strongly, that he could not withdraw his gaze. "I hope you are not angry with me, sir?" said Oliver, raising his eyes... | admission to be far above the numerous little foibles and weaknesses of her sex. If I wanted any further proof of the strictly philosophical nature of the conduct of these young gentlemen in their very delicate predicament, I should at once find it in the fact (also recorded in a foregoing part of this narrative), of t... | Oliver Twist |
"What'll Fagin say?" | The Artful Dodger | and laughed louder than before.<|quote|>"What'll Fagin say?"</|quote|>inquired the Dodger; taking advantage | again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before.<|quote|>"What'll Fagin say?"</|quote|>inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of | well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before.<|quote|>"What'll Fagin say?"</|quote|>inqu... | cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley, "I can't help it! To see him splitting away at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing o... | view of his own particular case. It was not until the two boys had scoured, with great rapidity, through a most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclam... | foregoing part of this narrative), of their quitting the pursuit, when the general attention was fixed upon Oliver; and making immediately for their home by the shortest possible cut. Although I do not mean to assert that it is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to shorten the road to any great conclus... | him so strongly, that he could not withdraw his gaze. "I hope you are not angry with me, sir?" said Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly. "No, no," replied the old gentleman. "Why! what's this? Bedwin, look there!" As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture over Oliver's head, and then to the boy's face. There was... | the general attention was fixed upon Oliver; and making immediately for their home by the shortest possible cut. Although I do not mean to assert that it is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to shorten the road to any great conclusion (their course indeed being rather to lengthen the distance, by vari... | Oliver Twist |
inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. | No speaker | than before. "What'll Fagin say?"<|quote|>inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question.</|quote|>"What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, | the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?"<|quote|>inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question.</|quote|>"What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, | and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?"<|quote|>inquired the Dodger; taking... | you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley, "I can't help it! To see him splitting away at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my ey... | own particular case. It was not until the two boys had scoured, with great rapidity, through a most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amu... | this narrative), of their quitting the pursuit, when the general attention was fixed upon Oliver; and making immediately for their home by the shortest possible cut. Although I do not mean to assert that it is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to shorten the road to any great conclusion (their course ... | that he could not withdraw his gaze. "I hope you are not angry with me, sir?" said Oliver, raising his eyes beseechingly. "No, no," replied the old gentleman. "Why! what's this? Bedwin, look there!" As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture over Oliver's head, and then to the boy's face. There was its living copy.... | predicament, I should at once find it in the fact (also recorded in a foregoing part of this narrative), of their quitting the pursuit, when the general attention was fixed upon Oliver; and making immediately for their home by the shortest possible cut. Although I do not mean to assert that it is usually the practice o... | Oliver Twist |
"What?" | Charley Bates | friend to propound the question.<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" | on the part of his friend to propound the question.<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what | presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question.<|quote|>"What?... | at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived ... | narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled th... | by the shortest possible cut. Although I do not mean to assert that it is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to shorten the road to any great conclusion (their course indeed being rather to lengthen the distance, by various circumlocutions and discursive staggerings, like unto those in which drunken me... | beseechingly. "No, no," replied the old gentleman. "Why! what's this? Bedwin, look there!" As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture over Oliver's head, and then to the boy's face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for the instant, so precisel... | most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a ... | Oliver Twist |
repeated Charley Bates. | No speaker | to propound the question. "What?"<|quote|>repeated Charley Bates.</|quote|>"Ah, what?" said the Dodger. | the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?"<|quote|>repeated Charley Bates.</|quote|>"Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" | the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?"<|quote|>repeated... | that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at ... | streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon i... | the shortest possible cut. Although I do not mean to assert that it is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to shorten the road to any great conclusion (their course indeed being rather to lengthen the distance, by various circumlocutions and discursive staggerings, like unto those in which drunken men u... | "No, no," replied the old gentleman. "Why! what's this? Bedwin, look there!" As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture over Oliver's head, and then to the boy's face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for the instant, so precisely alike, that ... | cut. Although I do not mean to assert that it is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to shorten the road to any great conclusion (their course indeed being rather to lengthen the distance, by various circumlocutions and discursive staggerings, like unto those in which drunken men under the pressure of a... | Oliver Twist |
"Ah, what?" | The Artful Dodger | question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates.<|quote|>"Ah, what?"</|quote|>said the Dodger. "Why, what | his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates.<|quote|>"Ah, what?"</|quote|>said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: | him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates.<|quote|>"... | cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe... | that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mir... | cut. Although I do not mean to assert that it is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to shorten the road to any great conclusion (their course indeed being rather to lengthen the distance, by various circumlocutions and discursive staggerings, like unto those in which drunken men under the pressure of a... | the old gentleman. "Why! what's this? Bedwin, look there!" As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture over Oliver's head, and then to the boy's face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for the instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line ... | in which drunken men under the pressure of a too mighty flow of ideas, are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingen... | Oliver Twist |
said the Dodger. | No speaker | repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?"<|quote|>said the Dodger.</|quote|>"Why, what should he say?" | to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?"<|quote|>said the Dodger.</|quote|>"Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly | too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?"<|quo... | the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rol... | ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What'... | I do not mean to assert that it is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to shorten the road to any great conclusion (their course indeed being rather to lengthen the distance, by various circumlocutions and discursive staggerings, like unto those in which drunken men under the pressure of a too mighty fl... | gentleman. "Why! what's this? Bedwin, look there!" As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture over Oliver's head, and then to the boy's face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for the instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed c... | say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great right, you may do a little wrong; and you may... | Oliver Twist |
"Why, what should he say?" | Charley Bates | "Ah, what?" said the Dodger.<|quote|>"Why, what should he say?"</|quote|>inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly | question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger.<|quote|>"Why, what should he say?"</|quote|>inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the | As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger.<|quote|... | knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door... | beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" in... | mean to assert that it is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to shorten the road to any great conclusion (their course indeed being rather to lengthen the distance, by various circumlocutions and discursive staggerings, like unto those in which drunken men under the pressure of a too mighty flow of ide... | this? Bedwin, look there!" As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture over Oliver's head, and then to the boy's face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for the instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed copied with startling acc... | is acknowledged by universal admission to be far above the numerous little foibles and weaknesses of her sex. If I wanted any further proof of the strictly philosophical nature of the conduct of these young gentlemen in their very delicate predicament, I should at once find it in the fact (also recorded in a foregoing ... | Oliver Twist |
inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive. | No speaker | "Why, what should he say?"<|quote|>inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive.</|quote|>"What should he say?" Mr. | "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?"<|quote|>inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive.</|quote|>"What should he say?" Mr. Dawkins whistled for a couple | apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?"<|q... | and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than... | archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha!... | is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to shorten the road to any great conclusion (their course indeed being rather to lengthen the distance, by various circumlocutions and discursive staggerings, like unto those in which drunken men under the pressure of a too mighty flow of ideas, are prone to indulg... | he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture over Oliver's head, and then to the boy's face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for the instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed copied with startling accuracy! Oliver knew not the cau... | lady's proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse and feeling. For, these are matters totally beneath a female who is acknowledged by universal admission to ... | Oliver Twist |
"What should he say?" | Charley Bates | the Dodger's manner was impressive.<|quote|>"What should he say?"</|quote|>Mr. Dawkins whistled for a | suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive.<|quote|>"What should he say?"</|quote|>Mr. Dawkins whistled for a couple of minutes; then, taking | say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressi... | them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking a... | Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautio... | any great conclusion (their course indeed being rather to lengthen the distance, by various circumlocutions and discursive staggerings, like unto those in which drunken men under the pressure of a too mighty flow of ideas, are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable ... | the boy's face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for the instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed copied with startling accuracy! Oliver knew not the cause of this sudden exclamation; for, not being strong enough to bear the star... | her sex. If I wanted any further proof of the strictly philosophical nature of the conduct of these young gentlemen in their very delicate predicament, I should at once find it in the fact (also recorded in a foregoing part of this narrative), of their quitting the pursuit, when the general attention was fixed upon Oli... | Oliver Twist |
Mr. Dawkins whistled for a couple of minutes; then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice. | No speaker | impressive. "What should he say?"<|quote|>Mr. Dawkins whistled for a couple of minutes; then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice.</|quote|>"What do you mean?" said | for the Dodger's manner was impressive. "What should he say?"<|quote|>Mr. Dawkins whistled for a couple of minutes; then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice.</|quote|>"What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, | taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive. "What should he say?"<|... | the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the ne... | of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to b... | course indeed being rather to lengthen the distance, by various circumlocutions and discursive staggerings, like unto those in which drunken men under the pressure of a too mighty flow of ideas, are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty phil... | was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for the instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed copied with startling accuracy! Oliver knew not the cause of this sudden exclamation; for, not being strong enough to bear the start it gave him, he fain... | (also recorded in a foregoing part of this narrative), of their quitting the pursuit, when the general attention was fixed upon Oliver; and making immediately for their home by the shortest possible cut. Although I do not mean to assert that it is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to shorten the road ... | Oliver Twist |
"What do you mean?" | Charley Bates | his head, and nodded thrice.<|quote|>"What do you mean?"</|quote|>said Charley. "Toor rul lol | taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice.<|quote|>"What do you mean?"</|quote|>said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the | repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive. "What should he say?" Mr. Dawkins whistled for a couple of minutes; then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice.<|quote... | the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley... | thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley, "I can't help it! To see him splitting away at that pace, and cutting... | drunken men under the pressure of a too mighty flow of ideas, are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which ... | the instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed copied with startling accuracy! Oliver knew not the cause of this sudden exclamation; for, not being strong enough to bear the start it gave him, he fainted away. A weakness on his part, which affords the narrative an opportunity of relieving the reader fro... | and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dod... | Oliver Twist |
said Charley. | No speaker | thrice. "What do you mean?"<|quote|>said Charley.</|quote|>"Toor rul lol loo, gammon | scratched his head, and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?"<|quote|>said Charley.</|quote|>"Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he | what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive. "What should he say?" Mr. Dawkins whistled for a couple of minutes; then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?"<|quote|>said Ch... | in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" s... | of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley, "I can't help it! To see him splitting away at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and... | pressure of a too mighty flow of ideas, are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all... | alike, that the minutest line seemed copied with startling accuracy! Oliver knew not the cause of this sudden exclamation; for, not being strong enough to bear the start it gave him, he fainted away. A weakness on his part, which affords the narrative an opportunity of relieving the reader from suspense, in behalf of t... | that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mir... | Oliver Twist |
"Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," | The Artful Dodger | do you mean?" said Charley.<|quote|>"Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum,"</|quote|>said the Dodger: with a | head, and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley.<|quote|>"Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum,"</|quote|>said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual | the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive. "What should he say?" Mr. Dawkins whistled for a couple of minutes; then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley.<|quote|>"Toor... | strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the... | "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley, "I can't help it! To see him splitting away at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking ... | a too mighty flow of ideas, are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to a... | the minutest line seemed copied with startling accuracy! Oliver knew not the cause of this sudden exclamation; for, not being strong enough to bear the start it gave him, he fainted away. A weakness on his part, which affords the narrative an opportunity of relieving the reader from suspense, in behalf of the two young... | scoured, with great rapidity, through a most intricate maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollabl... | Oliver Twist |
said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, | No speaker | he wouldn't, and high cockolorum,"<|quote|>said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said,</|quote|>"What do you mean?" The | gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum,"<|quote|>said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said,</|quote|>"What do you mean?" The Dodger made no reply; but | merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive. "What should he say?" Mr. Dawkins whistled for a couple of minutes; then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum,"<|quote|>said the D... | and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his ... | noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley, "I can't help it! To see him splitting away at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and... | to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great right, you may do a little wro... | this sudden exclamation; for, not being strong enough to bear the start it gave him, he fainted away. A weakness on his part, which affords the narrative an opportunity of relieving the reader from suspense, in behalf of the two young pupils of the Merry Old Gentleman; and of recording That when the Dodger, and his acc... | indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great rig... | Oliver Twist |
"What do you mean?" | Charley Bates | it so; and again said,<|quote|>"What do you mean?"</|quote|>The Dodger made no reply; | not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said,<|quote|>"What do you mean?"</|quote|>The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on | his head, and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said,<|quote|>"What do y... | to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive. "What should he say?" Mr. Dawkins whistled for a couple of minutes; then, taking off his hat, scratched h... | see him splitting away at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong ... | and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great right, you may do a little wrong; and you may take any means which the end to be attained, will justify; the amount of the right, or the amount of the wrong, or indeed the distinct... | the narrative an opportunity of relieving the reader from suspense, in behalf of the two young pupils of the Merry Old Gentleman; and of recording That when the Dodger, and his accomplished friend Master Bates, joined in the hue-and-cry which was raised at Oliver's heels, in consequence of their executing an illegal co... | little foibles and weaknesses of her sex. If I wanted any further proof of the strictly philosophical nature of the conduct of these young gentlemen in their very delicate predicament, I should at once find it in the fact (also recorded in a foregoing part of this narrative), of their quitting the pursuit, when the gen... | Oliver Twist |
The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm, thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the bridge of his nose some half-dozen times in a familiar but expressive manner, and turning on his heel, slunk down the court. Master Bates followed, with a... | No speaker | said, "What do you mean?"<|quote|>The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm, thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the bridge of his nose some half-dozen times in a familiar but expressive manner, and turning on his heel, slunk down the co... | felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?"<|quote|>The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm, thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the bridge of his nose some half-dozen times in a familiar but expressive manner, and turning on his h... | thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?"<|quote|>The Dodger ... | "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive. "What should he say?" Mr. Dawkins whistled for a couple of minutes; then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice... | at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived ... | against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great right, you may do a little wrong; and you may take any means which the end to be attained, will justify; the amount of the right, or the amount of the wrong, or indeed the distinction between the two, being ... | of relieving the reader from suspense, in behalf of the two young pupils of the Merry Old Gentleman; and of recording That when the Dodger, and his accomplished friend Master Bates, joined in the hue-and-cry which was raised at Oliver's heels, in consequence of their executing an illegal conveyance of Mr. Brownlow's pe... | are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to d... | Oliver Twist |
"Why, how's this?" | Fagin | towards the door, and listened.<|quote|>"Why, how's this?"</|quote|>muttered the Jew: changing countenance; | red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened.<|quote|>"Why, how's this?"</|quote|>muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's | and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a pewter pot on the trivet. There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened.<|quote|>"Why, how's this?"</|quote|>muttered the Jew: changi... | but expressive manner, and turning on his heel, slunk down the court. Master Bates followed, with a thoughtful countenance. The noise of footsteps on the creaking stairs, a few minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in hi... | then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so... | uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Char... | safety goes to corroborate and confirm the little code of laws which certain profound and sound-judging philosophers have laid down as the main-springs of all Nature's deeds and actions: the said philosophers very wisely reducing the good lady's proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty... | mighty flow of ideas, are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect ... | Oliver Twist |
muttered the Jew: changing countenance; | No speaker | and listened. "Why, how's this?"<|quote|>muttered the Jew: changing countenance;</|quote|>"only two of 'em? Where's | his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?"<|quote|>muttered the Jew: changing countenance;</|quote|>"only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have | loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a pewter pot on the trivet. There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?"<|quote|>muttered the Jew: changing countenance;</|quo... | and turning on his heel, slunk down the court. Master Bates followed, with a thoughtful countenance. The noise of footsteps on the creaking stairs, a few minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife ... | his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said,... | laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley, "I can't help it!... | corroborate and confirm the little code of laws which certain profound and sound-judging philosophers have laid down as the main-springs of all Nature's deeds and actions: the said philosophers very wisely reducing the good lady's proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to ... | mighty flow of ideas, are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect ... | Oliver Twist |
"only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" | Fagin | muttered the Jew: changing countenance;<|quote|>"only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!"</|quote|>The footsteps approached nearer; they | and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance;<|quote|>"only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!"</|quote|>The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door | pocket-knife in his right; and a pewter pot on the trivet. There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance;<|quote|>"only two of 'em? Where's... | slunk down the court. Master Bates followed, with a thoughtful countenance. The noise of footsteps on the creaking stairs, a few minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a pewte... | and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?" The Dodg... | doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley, "I can't help it! To see him splitting away at t... | code of laws which certain profound and sound-judging philosophers have laid down as the main-springs of all Nature's deeds and actions: the said philosophers very wisely reducing the good lady's proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understandin... | of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive. "What should he say?" Mr. Dawkins whistl... | Oliver Twist |
The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY | No speaker | have got into trouble. Hark!"<|quote|>The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE R... | Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!"<|quote|>The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM ... | rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!"<|quote|>The footsteps appr... | footsteps on the creaking stairs, a few minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a pewter pot on the trivet. There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and... | and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?" The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the skirts of his... | Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley, "I can't help it! To see him splitting away at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting ... | main-springs of all Nature's deeds and actions: the said philosophers very wisely reducing the good lady's proceedings to matters of maxim and theory: and, by a very neat and pretty compliment to her exalted wisdom and understanding, putting entirely out of sight any considerations of heart, or generous impulse and fee... | As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, w... | Oliver Twist |
"Where's Oliver?" | Fagin | RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY<|quote|>"Where's Oliver?"</|quote|>said the Jew, rising with | WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY<|quote|>"Where's Oliver?"</|quote|>said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's the | into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAIN... | There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps ... | on again, and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm, thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the bridge of his nose some half-dozen times in a familiar but expressive manner, and turning on his heel, slunk down the court. Master Bates followed, with a thoughtful countenance. The noise of footstep... | knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door... | generous impulse and feeling. For, these are matters totally beneath a female who is acknowledged by universal admission to be far above the numerous little foibles and weaknesses of her sex. If I wanted any further proof of the strictly philosophical nature of the conduct of these young gentlemen in their very delicat... | stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley, "I can't help it! To see him splitting away at that pace, and cutting round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imaginatio... | Oliver Twist |
said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. | No speaker | TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?"<|quote|>said the Jew, rising with a menacing look.</|quote|>"Where's the boy?" The young | PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?"<|quote|>said the Jew, rising with a menacing look.</|quote|>"Where's the boy?" The young thieves eyed their preceptor as | Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HI... | a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached... | and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm, thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the bridge of his nose some half-dozen times in a familiar but expressive manner, and turning on his heel, slunk down the court. Master Bates followed, with a thoughtful countenance. The noise of footsteps on the c... | again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and l... | and feeling. For, these are matters totally beneath a female who is acknowledged by universal admission to be far above the numerous little foibles and weaknesses of her sex. If I wanted any further proof of the strictly philosophical nature of the conduct of these young gentlemen in their very delicate predicament, I ... | maze of narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and r... | Oliver Twist |
"Where's the boy?" | Fagin | rising with a menacing look.<|quote|>"Where's the boy?"</|quote|>The young thieves eyed their | "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look.<|quote|>"Where's the boy?"</|quote|>The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were | landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menac... | he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The... | under his arm, thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the bridge of his nose some half-dozen times in a familiar but expressive manner, and turning on his heel, slunk down the court. Master Bates followed, with a thoughtful countenance. The noise of footsteps on the creaking stairs, a few minutes after the occurrenc... | if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin s... | a female who is acknowledged by universal admission to be far above the numerous little foibles and weaknesses of her sex. If I wanted any further proof of the strictly philosophical nature of the conduct of these young gentlemen in their very delicate predicament, I should at once find it in the fact (also recorded in... | nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?" The Dodger m... | Oliver Twist |
The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at his violence; and looked uneasily at each other. But they made no reply. | No speaker | menacing look. "Where's the boy?"<|quote|>The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at his violence; and looked uneasily at each other. But they made no reply.</|quote|>"What's become of the boy?" | the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's the boy?"<|quote|>The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at his violence; and looked uneasily at each other. But they made no reply.</|quote|>"What's become of the boy?" said the Jew, seizing the | was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's... | and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly ... | thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the bridge of his nose some half-dozen times in a familiar but expressive manner, and turning on his heel, slunk down the court. Master Bates followed, with a thoughtful countenance. The noise of footsteps on the creaking stairs, a few minutes after the occurrence of this conve... | made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inqui... | is acknowledged by universal admission to be far above the numerous little foibles and weaknesses of her sex. If I wanted any further proof of the strictly philosophical nature of the conduct of these young gentlemen in their very delicate predicament, I should at once find it in the fact (also recorded in a foregoing ... | in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interv... | Oliver Twist |
"What's become of the boy?" | Fagin | But they made no reply.<|quote|>"What's become of the boy?"</|quote|>said the Jew, seizing the | looked uneasily at each other. But they made no reply.<|quote|>"What's become of the boy?"</|quote|>said the Jew, seizing the Dodger tightly by the collar, | CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's the boy?" The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at his violence; and looked uneasily at each other. But they made no reply.<|quote|>"What'... | countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READE... | heel, slunk down the court. Master Bates followed, with a thoughtful countenance. The noise of footsteps on the creaking stairs, a few minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a... | of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question... | the strictly philosophical nature of the conduct of these young gentlemen in their very delicate predicament, I should at once find it in the fact (also recorded in a foregoing part of this narrative), of their quitting the pursuit, when the general attention was fixed upon Oliver; and making immediately for their home... | nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?" The Dodger m... | Oliver Twist |
said the Jew, seizing the Dodger tightly by the collar, and threatening him with horrid imprecations. | No speaker | "What's become of the boy?"<|quote|>said the Jew, seizing the Dodger tightly by the collar, and threatening him with horrid imprecations.</|quote|>"Speak out, or I'll throttle | But they made no reply. "What's become of the boy?"<|quote|>said the Jew, seizing the Dodger tightly by the collar, and threatening him with horrid imprecations.</|quote|>"Speak out, or I'll throttle you!" Mr. Fagin looked so | MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's the boy?" The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at his violence; and looked uneasily at each other. But they made no reply. "What's become of the boy?"<|quote|>said the Jew, s... | Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS ... | Master Bates followed, with a thoughtful countenance. The noise of footsteps on the creaking stairs, a few minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a pewter pot on the trivet. T... | scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bat... | the conduct of these young gentlemen in their very delicate predicament, I should at once find it in the fact (also recorded in a foregoing part of this narrative), of their quitting the pursuit, when the general attention was fixed upon Oliver; and making immediately for their home by the shortest possible cut. Althou... | "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's mann... | Oliver Twist |
"Speak out, or I'll throttle you!" | Fagin | threatening him with horrid imprecations.<|quote|>"Speak out, or I'll throttle you!"</|quote|>Mr. Fagin looked so very | tightly by the collar, and threatening him with horrid imprecations.<|quote|>"Speak out, or I'll throttle you!"</|quote|>Mr. Fagin looked so very much in earnest, that Charley | look. "Where's the boy?" The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at his violence; and looked uneasily at each other. But they made no reply. "What's become of the boy?" said the Jew, seizing the Dodger tightly by the collar, and threatening him with horrid imprecations.<|quote|>"Speak out, or I'l... | the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a m... | few minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a pewter pot on the trivet. There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his ... | upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rat... | it in the fact (also recorded in a foregoing part of this narrative), of their quitting the pursuit, when the general attention was fixed upon Oliver; and making immediately for their home by the shortest possible cut. Although I do not mean to assert that it is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to sh... | a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?" The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm, thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the b... | Oliver Twist |
Mr. Fagin looked so very much in earnest, that Charley Bates, who deemed it prudent in all cases to be on the safe side, and who conceived it by no means improbable that it might be his turn to be throttled second, dropped upon his knees, and raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar something between a mad bu... | No speaker | out, or I'll throttle you!"<|quote|>Mr. Fagin looked so very much in earnest, that Charley Bates, who deemed it prudent in all cases to be on the safe side, and who conceived it by no means improbable that it might be his turn to be throttled second, dropped upon his knees, and raised a loud, well-sustained, and contin... | him with horrid imprecations. "Speak out, or I'll throttle you!"<|quote|>Mr. Fagin looked so very much in earnest, that Charley Bates, who deemed it prudent in all cases to be on the safe side, and who conceived it by no means improbable that it might be his turn to be throttled second, dropped upon his knees, and rais... | thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at his violence; and looked uneasily at each other. But they made no reply. "What's become of the boy?" said the Jew, seizing the Dodger tightly by the collar, and threatening him with horrid imprecations. "Speak out, or I'll throttle you!"<|quote|>Mr. Fagin looked s... | opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's the boy?" ... | this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a pewter pot on the trivet. There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear tow... | than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the ... | in a foregoing part of this narrative), of their quitting the pursuit, when the general attention was fixed upon Oliver; and making immediately for their home by the shortest possible cut. Although I do not mean to assert that it is usually the practice of renowned and learned sages, to shorten the road to any great co... | a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger. "Ha! ha! ha!" roared Charley Bates. "Hold your noise," remonstrated the Dodger, looking cautiously round. "Do you want to be grabbed, stupid?" "I can't help it," said Charley, "I can't help it! To see him splitting away at... | Oliver Twist |
"Will you speak?" | Fagin | bull and a speaking trumpet.<|quote|>"Will you speak?"</|quote|>thundered the Jew: shaking the | roar something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet.<|quote|>"Will you speak?"</|quote|>thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his | it prudent in all cases to be on the safe side, and who conceived it by no means improbable that it might be his turn to be throttled second, dropped upon his knees, and raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet.<|quote|>"Will you speak?"</|quote|>thundered t... | looked uneasily at each other. But they made no reply. "What's become of the boy?" said the Jew, seizing the Dodger tightly by the collar, and threatening him with horrid imprecations. "Speak out, or I'll throttle you!" Mr. Fagin looked so very much in earnest, that Charley Bates, who deemed it prudent in all cases to ... | door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XI... | couple of minutes; then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Mast... | lengthen the distance, by various circumlocutions and discursive staggerings, like unto those in which drunken men under the pressure of a too mighty flow of ideas, are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out thei... | he say?" Mr. Dawkins whistled for a couple of minutes; then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was exp... | Oliver Twist |
thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous. | No speaker | speaking trumpet. "Will you speak?"<|quote|>thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous.</|quote|>"Why, the traps have got | a mad bull and a speaking trumpet. "Will you speak?"<|quote|>thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous.</|quote|>"Why, the traps have got him, and that's all about | all cases to be on the safe side, and who conceived it by no means improbable that it might be his turn to be throttled second, dropped upon his knees, and raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet. "Will you speak?"<|quote|>thundered the Jew: shaking the Dod... | each other. But they made no reply. "What's become of the boy?" said the Jew, seizing the Dodger tightly by the collar, and threatening him with horrid imprecations. "Speak out, or I'll throttle you!" Mr. Fagin looked so very much in earnest, that Charley Bates, who deemed it prudent in all cases to be on the safe side... | "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAIN... | then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so... | by various circumlocutions and discursive staggerings, like unto those in which drunken men under the pressure of a too mighty flow of ideas, are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince g... | round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was ... | Oliver Twist |
"Why, the traps have got him, and that's all about it," | The Artful Dodger | at all, seemed perfectly miraculous.<|quote|>"Why, the traps have got him, and that's all about it,"</|quote|>said the Dodger, sullenly. "Come, | keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous.<|quote|>"Why, the traps have got him, and that's all about it,"</|quote|>said the Dodger, sullenly. "Come, let go o' me, will | his turn to be throttled second, dropped upon his knees, and raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet. "Will you speak?" thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous.<|quote|>"Why, the tra... | the collar, and threatening him with horrid imprecations. "Speak out, or I'll throttle you!" Mr. Fagin looked so very much in earnest, that Charley Bates, who deemed it prudent in all cases to be on the safe side, and who conceived it by no means improbable that it might be his turn to be throttled second, dropped upon... | trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING T... | loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?" The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the s... | flow of ideas, are prone to indulge); still, I do mean to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themsel... | laughed louder than before. "What'll Fagin say?" inquired the Dodger; taking advantage of the next interval of breathlessness on the part of his friend to propound the question. "What?" repeated Charley Bates. "Ah, what?" said the Dodger. "Why, what should he say?" inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merr... | Oliver Twist |
said the Dodger, sullenly. | No speaker | and that's all about it,"<|quote|>said the Dodger, sullenly.</|quote|>"Come, let go o' me, | the traps have got him, and that's all about it,"<|quote|>said the Dodger, sullenly.</|quote|>"Come, let go o' me, will you!" And, swinging himself, | raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet. "Will you speak?" thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous. "Why, the traps have got him, and that's all about it,"<|quote|>said the Dodger, s... | I'll throttle you!" Mr. Fagin looked so very much in earnest, that Charley Bates, who deemed it prudent in all cases to be on the safe side, and who conceived it by no means improbable that it might be his turn to be throttled second, dropped upon his knees, and raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar someth... | door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Wh... | said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?" The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm, thrust his tongue into hi... | to say, and do say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great right, you may do a little wro... | again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he again rolled upon the door-step, and laughed louder than before. "What'l... | Oliver Twist |
"Come, let go o' me, will you!" | The Artful Dodger | it," said the Dodger, sullenly.<|quote|>"Come, let go o' me, will you!"</|quote|>And, swinging himself, at one | him, and that's all about it," said the Dodger, sullenly.<|quote|>"Come, let go o' me, will you!"</|quote|>And, swinging himself, at one jerk, clean out of the | and continuous roar something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet. "Will you speak?" thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous. "Why, the traps have got him, and that's all about it," said the Dodger, sullenly.<|quote|>"Come, let go o' me, w... | Fagin looked so very much in earnest, that Charley Bates, who deemed it prudent in all cases to be on the safe side, and who conceived it by no means improbable that it might be his turn to be throttled second, dropped upon his knees, and raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar something between a mad bull a... | and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's the boy?" The youn... | a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?" The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm, thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the b... | say distinctly, that it is the invariable practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great right, you may do a little wrong; and you may... | of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM ... | Oliver Twist |
And, swinging himself, at one jerk, clean out of the big coat, which he left in the Jew's hands, the Dodger snatched up the toasting fork, and made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment out than could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepp... | No speaker | go o' me, will you!"<|quote|>And, swinging himself, at one jerk, clean out of the big coat, which he left in the Jew's hands, the Dodger snatched up the toasting fork, and made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment out than could have been e... | the Dodger, sullenly. "Come, let go o' me, will you!"<|quote|>And, swinging himself, at one jerk, clean out of the big coat, which he left in the Jew's hands, the Dodger snatched up the toasting fork, and made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more mer... | bull and a speaking trumpet. "Will you speak?" thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous. "Why, the traps have got him, and that's all about it," said the Dodger, sullenly. "Come, let go o' me, will you!"<|quote|>And, swinging himself, at one jerk... | that Charley Bates, who deemed it prudent in all cases to be on the safe side, and who conceived it by no means improbable that it might be his turn to be throttled second, dropped upon his knees, and raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet. "Will you speak... | closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's the boy?" The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they ... | This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?" The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm, thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the bridge of his nose some half-dozen times in a fam... | practice of many mighty philosophers, in carrying out their theories, to evince great wisdom and foresight in providing against every possible contingency which can be supposed at all likely to affect themselves. Thus, to do a great right, you may do a little wrong; and you may take any means which the end to be attain... | stairs, a few minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a pewter pot on the trivet. There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from ... | Oliver Twist |
"Why, what the blazes is in the wind now!" | Bill Sikes | full at that young gentleman.<|quote|>"Why, what the blazes is in the wind now!"</|quote|>growled a deep voice. "Who | its destination, and flung it full at that young gentleman.<|quote|>"Why, what the blazes is in the wind now!"</|quote|>growled a deep voice. "Who pitched that 'ere at me? | have been anticipated in a man of his apparent decrepitude; and, seizing up the pot, prepared to hurl it at his assailant's head. But Charley Bates, at this moment, calling his attention by a perfectly terrific howl, he suddenly altered its destination, and flung it full at that young gentleman.<|quote|>"Why, what the ... | hands, the Dodger snatched up the toasting fork, and made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment out than could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more agility than could have been anticipated in a man of ... | conceived it by no means improbable that it might be his turn to be throttled second, dropped upon his knees, and raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet. "Will you speak?" thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at al... | his right; and a pewter pot on the trivet. There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't h... | narrow streets and courts, that they ventured to halt beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled th... | his cheek, slapped the bridge of his nose some half-dozen times in a familiar but expressive manner, and turning on his heel, slunk down the court. Master Bates followed, with a thoughtful countenance. The noise of footsteps on the creaking stairs, a few minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the mer... | Oliver Twist |
growled a deep voice. | No speaker | is in the wind now!"<|quote|>growled a deep voice.</|quote|>"Who pitched that 'ere at | gentleman. "Why, what the blazes is in the wind now!"<|quote|>growled a deep voice.</|quote|>"Who pitched that 'ere at me? It's well it's the | decrepitude; and, seizing up the pot, prepared to hurl it at his assailant's head. But Charley Bates, at this moment, calling his attention by a perfectly terrific howl, he suddenly altered its destination, and flung it full at that young gentleman. "Why, what the blazes is in the wind now!"<|quote|>growled a deep voic... | made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment out than could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more agility than could have been anticipated in a man of his apparent decrepitude; and, seizing up the pot, pr... | be his turn to be throttled second, dropped upon his knees, and raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet. "Will you speak?" thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous. "Why, the traps ha... | There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps ... | beneath a low and dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" in... | from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger a... | Oliver Twist |
"Who pitched that 'ere at me? It's well it's the beer, and not the pot, as hit me, or I'd have settled somebody. I might have know'd, as nobody but an infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River Company every quarter. Wot's it all ... | Bill Sikes | now!" growled a deep voice.<|quote|>"Who pitched that 'ere at me? It's well it's the beer, and not the pot, as hit me, or I'd have settled somebody. I might have know'd, as nobody but an infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River ... | blazes is in the wind now!" growled a deep voice.<|quote|>"Who pitched that 'ere at me? It's well it's the beer, and not the pot, as hit me, or I'd have settled somebody. I might have know'd, as nobody but an infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unl... | the pot, prepared to hurl it at his assailant's head. But Charley Bates, at this moment, calling his attention by a perfectly terrific howl, he suddenly altered its destination, and flung it full at that young gentleman. "Why, what the blazes is in the wind now!" growled a deep voice.<|quote|>"Who pitched that 'ere at ... | the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment out than could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more agility than could have been anticipated in a man of his apparent decrepitude; and, seizing up the pot, prepared to hurl ... | be throttled second, dropped upon his knees, and raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet. "Will you speak?" thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous. "Why, the traps have got him, and... | smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; th... | dark archway. Having remained silent here, just long enough to recover breath to speak, Master Bates uttered an exclamation of amusement and delight; and, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, flung himself upon a doorstep, and rolled thereon in a transport of mirth. "What's the matter?" inquired the Dodger.... | were alarmed at his violence; and looked uneasily at each other. But they made no reply. "What's become of the boy?" said the Jew, seizing the Dodger tightly by the collar, and threatening him with horrid imprecations. "Speak out, or I'll throttle you!" Mr. Fagin looked so very much in earnest, that Charley Bates, who ... | Oliver Twist |
The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and grey cotton stockings which inclosed a bulky pair of legs, with large swelling calves; the kind of legs, which in such costume, always look in an unfini... | No speaker | of your master! Come in!"<|quote|>The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and grey cotton stockings which inclosed a bulky pair of legs, with large swelling calves; the kind of legs, which in such... | as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!"<|quote|>The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and grey cotton stockings which inclosed a bulky pair of legs, with large swelling calves; the kind ... | any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River Company every quarter. Wot's it all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!"<|quote|>The man who growled out these words, wa... | in the wind now!" growled a deep voice. "Who pitched that 'ere at me? It's well it's the beer, and not the pot, as hit me, or I'd have settled somebody. I might have know'd, as nobody but an infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the Ri... | the toasting fork, and made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment out than could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more agility than could have been anticipated in a man of his apparent decrepitude; and,... | APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's the boy?" The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at his violence; and looked uneasily at each other. But they made no reply. "What's become of the boy?" said the Jew, seizing the Dodger tightly by ... | round the corners, and knocking up again' the posts, and starting on again as if he was made of iron as well as them, and me with the wipe in my pocket, singing out arter him oh, my eye!" The vivid imagination of Master Bates presented the scene before him in too strong colours. As he arrived at this apostrophe, he aga... | nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the... | Oliver Twist |
"Come in, d'ye hear?" | Bill Sikes | recently damaged by a blow.<|quote|>"Come in, d'ye hear?"</|quote|>growled this engaging ruffian. A | parti-coloured symptoms of having been recently damaged by a blow.<|quote|>"Come in, d'ye hear?"</|quote|>growled this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his | ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disclosed, when he had done so, a broad heavy countenance with a beard of three days' growth, and two scowling eyes; one of which displayed various parti-coloured symptoms of having been recently damaged by a blow.<|quote|>"Come in, d'ye hear?"</|quote|>gr... | of legs, with large swelling calves; the kind of legs, which in such costume, always look in an unfinished and incomplete state without a set of fetters to garnish them. He had a brown hat on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face ... | as nobody but an infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River Company every quarter. Wot's it all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as i... | thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous. "Why, the traps have got him, and that's all about it," said the Dodger, sullenly. "Come, let go o' me, will you!" And, swinging himself, at one jerk, clean out of the big coat, which he left in the Jew's... | then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so... | Jew's hands, the Dodger snatched up the toasting fork, and made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment out than could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more agility than could have been anticipated in a m... | Oliver Twist |
growled this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room. | No speaker | blow. "Come in, d'ye hear?"<|quote|>growled this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room.</|quote|>"Why didn't you come in | been recently damaged by a blow. "Come in, d'ye hear?"<|quote|>growled this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room.</|quote|>"Why didn't you come in afore?" said the man. "You're | smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disclosed, when he had done so, a broad heavy countenance with a beard of three days' growth, and two scowling eyes; one of which displayed various parti-coloured symptoms of having been recently damaged by a blow. "Come in, d'ye hear?"<|quote|>growled this engaging ruffia... | swelling calves; the kind of legs, which in such costume, always look in an unfinished and incomplete state without a set of fetters to garnish them. He had a brown hat on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disc... | infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River Company every quarter. Wot's it all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed... | the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous. "Why, the traps have got him, and that's all about it," said the Dodger, sullenly. "Come, let go o' me, will you!" And, swinging himself, at one jerk, clean out of the big coat, which he left in the Jew's hands, the Dodger snatched... | hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice. "What do you mean?" said Charley. "Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "Wh... | replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more agility than could have been anticipated in a man of his apparent decrepitude; and, seizing up the pot, prepared to hurl it at his assailant's head. But Charley Bates, at this moment, calling his attention by a perfectly terrific howl, he suddenly altered its ... | Oliver Twist |
"Why didn't you come in afore?" | Bill Sikes | places, skulked into the room.<|quote|>"Why didn't you come in afore?"</|quote|>said the man. "You're getting | and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room.<|quote|>"Why didn't you come in afore?"</|quote|>said the man. "You're getting too proud to own me | beard of three days' growth, and two scowling eyes; one of which displayed various parti-coloured symptoms of having been recently damaged by a blow. "Come in, d'ye hear?" growled this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room.<|quote|>"Why ... | fetters to garnish them. He had a brown hat on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disclosed, when he had done so, a broad heavy countenance with a beard of three days' growth, and two scowling eyes; one of which... | River Company every quarter. Wot's it all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!" The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black... | and that's all about it," said the Dodger, sullenly. "Come, let go o' me, will you!" And, swinging himself, at one jerk, clean out of the big coat, which he left in the Jew's hands, the Dodger snatched up the toasting fork, and made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would hav... | he wouldn't, and high cockolorum," said the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?" The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under... | wind now!" growled a deep voice. "Who pitched that 'ere at me? It's well it's the beer, and not the pot, as hit me, or I'd have settled somebody. I might have know'd, as nobody but an infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River Com... | Oliver Twist |
said the man. | No speaker | didn't you come in afore?"<|quote|>said the man.</|quote|>"You're getting too proud to | skulked into the room. "Why didn't you come in afore?"<|quote|>said the man.</|quote|>"You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are | two scowling eyes; one of which displayed various parti-coloured symptoms of having been recently damaged by a blow. "Come in, d'ye hear?" growled this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room. "Why didn't you come in afore?"<|quote|>said t... | a brown hat on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disclosed, when he had done so, a broad heavy countenance with a beard of three days' growth, and two scowling eyes; one of which displayed various parti-coloure... | all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!" The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab bree... | the Dodger, sullenly. "Come, let go o' me, will you!" And, swinging himself, at one jerk, clean out of the big coat, which he left in the Jew's hands, the Dodger snatched up the toasting fork, and made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment o... | the Dodger: with a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?" The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm, thrust his tongue into his che... | and raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet. "Will you speak?" thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous. "Why, the traps have got him, and that's all about it," said the Dodger, sulle... | Oliver Twist |
"You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!" | Bill Sikes | in afore?" said the man.<|quote|>"You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!"</|quote|>This command was accompanied with | room. "Why didn't you come in afore?" said the man.<|quote|>"You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!"</|quote|>This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the | one of which displayed various parti-coloured symptoms of having been recently damaged by a blow. "Come in, d'ye hear?" growled this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room. "Why didn't you come in afore?" said the man.<|quote|>"You're get... | on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disclosed, when he had done so, a broad heavy countenance with a beard of three days' growth, and two scowling eyes; one of which displayed various parti-coloured symptoms o... | D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!" The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half... | "Come, let go o' me, will you!" And, swinging himself, at one jerk, clean out of the big coat, which he left in the Jew's hands, the Dodger snatched up the toasting fork, and made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment out than could have bee... | a slight sneer on his intellectual countenance. This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?" The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm, thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the b... | between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet. "Will you speak?" thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous. "Why, the traps have got him, and that's all about it," said the Dodger, sullenly. "Come, let go o' me, will you!" And, swinging himself, at on... | Oliver Twist |
This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animal to the other end of the room. He appeared well used to it, however; for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyes twenty times in a minute, appeared to occupy himself in taking a survey o... | No speaker | company, are you? Lie down!"<|quote|>This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animal to the other end of the room. He appeared well used to it, however; for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyes twenty times in a minute, appeared t... | proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!"<|quote|>This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animal to the other end of the room. He appeared well used to it, however; for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyes twenty times i... | a blow. "Come in, d'ye hear?" growled this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room. "Why didn't you come in afore?" said the man. "You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!"<|quote|>This command was accompanied w... | long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disclosed, when he had done so, a broad heavy countenance with a beard of three days' growth, and two scowling eyes; one of which displayed various parti-coloured symptoms of having been recently damaged by a blow. "Come in, d'ye hear?" growled... | warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!" The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and grey cotton stockings which inclosed a bulky pair of legs, wi... | clean out of the big coat, which he left in the Jew's hands, the Dodger snatched up the toasting fork, and made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment out than could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more... | Master Bates felt it so; and again said, "What do you mean?" The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm, thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the bridge of his nose some half-dozen times in a familiar but expressive manner, and turning on ... | and raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet. "Will you speak?" thundered the Jew: shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all, seemed perfectly miraculous. "Why, the traps have got him, and that's all about it," said the Dodger, sulle... | Oliver Twist |
"What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?" | Bill Sikes | a survey of the apartment.<|quote|>"What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?"</|quote|>said the man, seating himself | to occupy himself in taking a survey of the apartment.<|quote|>"What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?"</|quote|>said the man, seating himself deliberately. "I wonder they don't | to the other end of the room. He appeared well used to it, however; for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyes twenty times in a minute, appeared to occupy himself in taking a survey of the apartment.<|quote|>"What are you up to? Ill-treating the b... | white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room. "Why didn't you come in afore?" said the man. "You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!" This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animal to the other end of the room. He appe... | legs, which in such costume, always look in an unfinished and incomplete state without a set of fetters to garnish them. He had a brown hat on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disclosed, when he had done so, a... | could have been anticipated in a man of his apparent decrepitude; and, seizing up the pot, prepared to hurl it at his assailant's head. But Charley Bates, at this moment, calling his attention by a perfectly terrific howl, he suddenly altered its destination, and flung it full at that young gentleman. "Why, what the bl... | down the court. Master Bates followed, with a thoughtful countenance. The noise of footsteps on the creaking stairs, a few minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a pewter pot ... | a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment out than could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more agility than could have been anticipated in a man of his apparent decrepitude; and, seizing up the pot, prepare... | Oliver Twist |
said the man, seating himself deliberately. | No speaker | covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?"<|quote|>said the man, seating himself deliberately.</|quote|>"I wonder they don't murder | to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?"<|quote|>said the man, seating himself deliberately.</|quote|>"I wonder they don't murder you! I would if I | for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyes twenty times in a minute, appeared to occupy himself in taking a survey of the apartment. "What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?"<|quote|>said the m... | into the room. "Why didn't you come in afore?" said the man. "You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!" This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animal to the other end of the room. He appeared well used to it, however; for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly, witho... | a set of fetters to garnish them. He had a brown hat on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disclosed, when he had done so, a broad heavy countenance with a beard of three days' growth, and two scowling eyes; one... | the pot, prepared to hurl it at his assailant's head. But Charley Bates, at this moment, calling his attention by a perfectly terrific howl, he suddenly altered its destination, and flung it full at that young gentleman. "Why, what the blazes is in the wind now!" growled a deep voice. "Who pitched that 'ere at me? It's... | on the creaking stairs, a few minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a pewter pot on the trivet. There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking s... | stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!" The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and grey cotton stockings which inclosed a bulky pair of legs, with large swelling cal... | Oliver Twist |
"I wonder they don't murder you! I would if I was them. If I'd been your 'prentice, I'd have done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough." | Bill Sikes | the man, seating himself deliberately.<|quote|>"I wonder they don't murder you! I would if I was them. If I'd been your 'prentice, I'd have done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow g... | avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?" said the man, seating himself deliberately.<|quote|>"I wonder they don't murder you! I would if I was them. If I'd been your 'prentice, I'd have done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a g... | a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyes twenty times in a minute, appeared to occupy himself in taking a survey of the apartment. "What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?" said the man, seating himself deliberately.<|q... | come in afore?" said the man. "You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!" This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animal to the other end of the room. He appeared well used to it, however; for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and winkin... | them. He had a brown hat on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disclosed, when he had done so, a broad heavy countenance with a beard of three days' growth, and two scowling eyes; one of which displayed various ... | at his assailant's head. But Charley Bates, at this moment, calling his attention by a perfectly terrific howl, he suddenly altered its destination, and flung it full at that young gentleman. "Why, what the blazes is in the wind now!" growled a deep voice. "Who pitched that 'ere at me? It's well it's the beer, and not ... | minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a pewter pot on the trivet. There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thic... | growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and grey cotton stockings which inclosed a bulky pair of legs, with large swelling calves; the kind of legs, which in such costume, always look in an unfinished and inc... | Oliver Twist |
"Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," | Fagin | blow glass bottles large enough."<|quote|>"Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes,"</|quote|>said the Jew, trembling; "don't | and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough."<|quote|>"Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes,"</|quote|>said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!" "None of | would if I was them. If I'd been your 'prentice, I'd have done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough."<|quote|>"Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes,"</|quote|>said the Jew... | sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyes twenty times in a minute, appeared to occupy himself in taking a survey of the apartment. "What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?" said the man, seating himself deliberately. "I wonder they don't murder you! I would if ... | of which displayed various parti-coloured symptoms of having been recently damaged by a blow. "Come in, d'ye hear?" growled this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room. "Why didn't you come in afore?" said the man. "You're getting too pro... | the pot, as hit me, or I'd have settled somebody. I might have know'd, as nobody but an infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River Company every quarter. Wot's it all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer... | from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger a... | could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more agility than could have been anticipated in a man of his apparent decrepitude; and, seizing up the pot, prepared to hurl it at his assailant's head. But Charley Bates, at this moment, calling his attention by a perfectly terrific howl, h... | Oliver Twist |
said the Jew, trembling; | No speaker | enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes,"<|quote|>said the Jew, trembling;</|quote|>"don't speak so loud!" "None | don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes,"<|quote|>said the Jew, trembling;</|quote|>"don't speak so loud!" "None of your mistering," replied the | them. If I'd been your 'prentice, I'd have done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes,"<|quote|>said the Jew, trembling;</|quote|>"d... | very ill-looking eyes twenty times in a minute, appeared to occupy himself in taking a survey of the apartment. "What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?" said the man, seating himself deliberately. "I wonder they don't murder you! I would if I was them. If I'd been... | parti-coloured symptoms of having been recently damaged by a blow. "Come in, d'ye hear?" growled this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room. "Why didn't you come in afore?" said the man. "You're getting too proud to own me afore company,... | me, or I'd have settled somebody. I might have know'd, as nobody but an infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River Company every quarter. Wot's it all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you s... | red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates ente... | who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and grey cotton stockings which inclosed a bulky pair of legs, with large swelling calves; the kind of legs, which in such costume, always look in an unfinished and... | Oliver Twist |
"don't speak so loud!" | Fagin | Sikes," said the Jew, trembling;<|quote|>"don't speak so loud!"</|quote|>"None of your mistering," replied | large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling;<|quote|>"don't speak so loud!"</|quote|>"None of your mistering," replied the ruffian; "you always mean | your 'prentice, I'd have done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling;<|quote|>"don't speak so loud!"</|quot... | times in a minute, appeared to occupy himself in taking a survey of the apartment. "What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?" said the man, seating himself deliberately. "I wonder they don't murder you! I would if I was them. If I'd been your 'prentice, I'd have don... | been recently damaged by a blow. "Come in, d'ye hear?" growled this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room. "Why didn't you come in afore?" said the man. "You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!" This command ... | settled somebody. I might have know'd, as nobody but an infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River Company every quarter. Wot's it all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint;... | ear towards the door, and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind ... | moment, calling his attention by a perfectly terrific howl, he suddenly altered its destination, and flung it full at that young gentleman. "Why, what the blazes is in the wind now!" growled a deep voice. "Who pitched that 'ere at me? It's well it's the beer, and not the pot, as hit me, or I'd have settled somebody. I ... | Oliver Twist |
"None of your mistering," | Bill Sikes | trembling; "don't speak so loud!"<|quote|>"None of your mistering,"</|quote|>replied the ruffian; "you always | Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!"<|quote|>"None of your mistering,"</|quote|>replied the ruffian; "you always mean mischief when you come | done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!"<|quote|>"None of your mistering,"</|quo... | appeared to occupy himself in taking a survey of the apartment. "What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?" said the man, seating himself deliberately. "I wonder they don't murder you! I would if I was them. If I'd been your 'prentice, I'd have done it long ago, and ... | a blow. "Come in, d'ye hear?" growled this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room. "Why didn't you come in afore?" said the man. "You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!" This command was accompanied with a ki... | have know'd, as nobody but an infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River Company every quarter. Wot's it all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outs... | and listened. "Why, how's this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SO... | of fetters to garnish them. He had a brown hat on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disclosed, when he had done so, a broad heavy countenance with a beard of three days' growth, and two scowling eyes; one of wh... | Oliver Twist |
replied the ruffian; | No speaker | loud!" "None of your mistering,"<|quote|>replied the ruffian;</|quote|>"you always mean mischief when | Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!" "None of your mistering,"<|quote|>replied the ruffian;</|quote|>"you always mean mischief when you come that. You know | and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!" "None of your mistering,"<|quote|>replied the ruffian;</|... | in taking a survey of the apartment. "What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?" said the man, seating himself deliberately. "I wonder they don't murder you! I would if I was them. If I'd been your 'prentice, I'd have done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold yo... | d'ye hear?" growled this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room. "Why didn't you come in afore?" said the man. "You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!" This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the... | but an infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River Company every quarter. Wot's it all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ... | this?" muttered the Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE I... | a little more merriment out than could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more agility than could have been anticipated in a man of his apparent decrepitude; and, seizing up the pot, prepared to hurl it at his assailant's head. But Charley Bates, at this moment, calling his attentio... | Oliver Twist |
"you always mean mischief when you come that. You know my name: out with it! I shan't disgrace it when the time comes." | Bill Sikes | your mistering," replied the ruffian;<|quote|>"you always mean mischief when you come that. You know my name: out with it! I shan't disgrace it when the time comes."</|quote|>"Well, well, then Bill Sikes," | speak so loud!" "None of your mistering," replied the ruffian;<|quote|>"you always mean mischief when you come that. You know my name: out with it! I shan't disgrace it when the time comes."</|quote|>"Well, well, then Bill Sikes," said the Jew, with abject | couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!" "None of your mistering," replied the ruffian;<|quote|>"you always ... | survey of the apartment. "What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?" said the man, seating himself deliberately. "I wonder they don't murder you! I would if I was them. If I'd been your 'prentice, I'd have done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards... | this engaging ruffian. A white shaggy dog, with his face scratched and torn in twenty different places, skulked into the room. "Why didn't you come in afore?" said the man. "You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!" This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animal to the other... | rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River Company every quarter. Wot's it all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your m... | Jew: changing countenance; "only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark!" The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INT... | pot, prepared to hurl it at his assailant's head. But Charley Bates, at this moment, calling his attention by a perfectly terrific howl, he suddenly altered its destination, and flung it full at that young gentleman. "Why, what the blazes is in the wind now!" growled a deep voice. "Who pitched that 'ere at me? It's wel... | Oliver Twist |
"Well, well, then Bill Sikes," | Fagin | it when the time comes."<|quote|>"Well, well, then Bill Sikes,"</|quote|>said the Jew, with abject | with it! I shan't disgrace it when the time comes."<|quote|>"Well, well, then Bill Sikes,"</|quote|>said the Jew, with abject humility. "You seem out of | suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!" "None of your mistering," replied the ruffian; "you always mean mischief when you come that. You know my name: out with it! I shan't disgrace it when the time comes."<|quote|>"Well, well, then B... | deliberately. "I wonder they don't murder you! I would if I was them. If I'd been your 'prentice, I'd have done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush... | you come in afore?" said the man. "You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!" This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animal to the other end of the room. He appeared well used to it, however; for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and wi... | every quarter. Wot's it all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!" The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coa... | the landing. The door was slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a m... | might have know'd, as nobody but an infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River Company every quarter. Wot's it all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stoppin... | Oliver Twist |
said the Jew, with abject humility. | No speaker | "Well, well, then Bill Sikes,"<|quote|>said the Jew, with abject humility.</|quote|>"You seem out of humour, | it when the time comes." "Well, well, then Bill Sikes,"<|quote|>said the Jew, with abject humility.</|quote|>"You seem out of humour, Bill." "Perhaps I am," replied | bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!" "None of your mistering," replied the ruffian; "you always mean mischief when you come that. You know my name: out with it! I shan't disgrace it when the time comes." "Well, well, then Bill Sikes,"<|quote|>said the Jew, with... | murder you! I would if I was them. If I'd been your 'prentice, I'd have done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, t... | the man. "You're getting too proud to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!" This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animal to the other end of the room. He appeared well used to it, however; for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-lookin... | about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!" The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches... | slowly opened; and the Dodger and Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's the... | the big coat, which he left in the Jew's hands, the Dodger snatched up the toasting fork, and made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment out than could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more agility than... | Oliver Twist |
"You seem out of humour, Bill." | Fagin | the Jew, with abject humility.<|quote|>"You seem out of humour, Bill."</|quote|>"Perhaps I am," replied Sikes; | well, then Bill Sikes," said the Jew, with abject humility.<|quote|>"You seem out of humour, Bill."</|quote|>"Perhaps I am," replied Sikes; "I should think you was | Sikes," said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!" "None of your mistering," replied the ruffian; "you always mean mischief when you come that. You know my name: out with it! I shan't disgrace it when the time comes." "Well, well, then Bill Sikes," said the Jew, with abject humility.<|quote|>"You seem out of humou... | was them. If I'd been your 'prentice, I'd have done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so... | to own me afore company, are you? Lie down!" This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animal to the other end of the room. He appeared well used to it, however; for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyes twenty times in a minute, ap... | neck-handkercher an't lined with beer! Come in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!" The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and ... | Charley Bates entered, closing it behind them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's the boy?" The young thieves eyed thei... | had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment out than could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more agility than could have been anticipated in a man of his apparent decrepitude; and, seizing up the pot, prepared to hurl it at his assailant's head. But Charley Bates, at ... | Oliver Twist |
"Perhaps I am," | Bill Sikes | seem out of humour, Bill."<|quote|>"Perhaps I am,"</|quote|>replied Sikes; "I should think | Jew, with abject humility. "You seem out of humour, Bill."<|quote|>"Perhaps I am,"</|quote|>replied Sikes; "I should think you was rather out of | speak so loud!" "None of your mistering," replied the ruffian; "you always mean mischief when you come that. You know my name: out with it! I shan't disgrace it when the time comes." "Well, well, then Bill Sikes," said the Jew, with abject humility. "You seem out of humour, Bill."<|quote|>"Perhaps I am,"</|quote|>repli... | 'prentice, I'd have done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!" "None of your miste... | you? Lie down!" This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animal to the other end of the room. He appeared well used to it, however; for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyes twenty times in a minute, appeared to occupy himself in t... | in, you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!" The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and grey cotton stockings which inclosed a bulky... | them. CHAPTER XIII. SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's the boy?" The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at hi... | out than could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more agility than could have been anticipated in a man of his apparent decrepitude; and, seizing up the pot, prepared to hurl it at his assailant's head. But Charley Bates, at this moment, calling his attention by a perfectly terrifi... | Oliver Twist |
replied Sikes; | No speaker | humour, Bill." "Perhaps I am,"<|quote|>replied Sikes;</|quote|>"I should think you was | humility. "You seem out of humour, Bill." "Perhaps I am,"<|quote|>replied Sikes;</|quote|>"I should think you was rather out of sorts too, | "None of your mistering," replied the ruffian; "you always mean mischief when you come that. You know my name: out with it! I shan't disgrace it when the time comes." "Well, well, then Bill Sikes," said the Jew, with abject humility. "You seem out of humour, Bill." "Perhaps I am,"<|quote|>replied Sikes;</|quote|>"I sho... | done it long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!" "None of your mistering," replied the r... | This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animal to the other end of the room. He appeared well used to it, however; for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyes twenty times in a minute, appeared to occupy himself in taking a survey o... | warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!" The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and grey cotton stockings which inclosed a bulky pair of legs, wi... | SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's the boy?" The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at his violence; and look... | such costume, always look in an unfinished and incomplete state without a set of fetters to garnish them. He had a brown hat on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disclosed, when he had done so, a broad heavy co... | Oliver Twist |
"I should think you was rather out of sorts too, unless you mean as little harm when you throw pewter pots about, as you do when you blab and" | Bill Sikes | "Perhaps I am," replied Sikes;<|quote|>"I should think you was rather out of sorts too, unless you mean as little harm when you throw pewter pots about, as you do when you blab and"</|quote|>"Are you mad?" said the | seem out of humour, Bill." "Perhaps I am," replied Sikes;<|quote|>"I should think you was rather out of sorts too, unless you mean as little harm when you throw pewter pots about, as you do when you blab and"</|quote|>"Are you mad?" said the Jew, catching the man by | your mistering," replied the ruffian; "you always mean mischief when you come that. You know my name: out with it! I shan't disgrace it when the time comes." "Well, well, then Bill Sikes," said the Jew, with abject humility. "You seem out of humour, Bill." "Perhaps I am," replied Sikes;<|quote|>"I should think you was ... | long ago, and no, I couldn't have sold you afterwards, for you're fit for nothing but keeping as a curiousity of ugliness in a glass bottle, and I suppose they don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!" "None of your mistering," replied the ruffian; ... | was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animal to the other end of the room. He appeared well used to it, however; for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyes twenty times in a minute, appeared to occupy himself in taking a survey of the apartme... | are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!" The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and grey cotton stockings which inclosed a bulky pair of legs, with large swel... | ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER, CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED, APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY "Where's Oliver?" said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. "Where's the boy?" The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at his violence; and looked uneasi... | it's the beer, and not the pot, as hit me, or I'd have settled somebody. I might have know'd, as nobody but an infernal, rich, plundering, thundering old Jew could afford to throw away any drink but water and not that, unless he done the River Company every quarter. Wot's it all about, Fagin? D me, if my neck-handkerch... | Oliver Twist |
"Are you mad?" | Fagin | do when you blab and"<|quote|>"Are you mad?"</|quote|>said the Jew, catching the | pewter pots about, as you do when you blab and"<|quote|>"Are you mad?"</|quote|>said the Jew, catching the man by the sleeve, and | well, then Bill Sikes," said the Jew, with abject humility. "You seem out of humour, Bill." "Perhaps I am," replied Sikes; "I should think you was rather out of sorts too, unless you mean as little harm when you throw pewter pots about, as you do when you blab and"<|quote|>"Are you mad?"</|quote|>said the Jew, catching... | they don't blow glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!" "None of your mistering," replied the ruffian; "you always mean mischief when you come that. You know my name: out with it! I shan't disgrace it when the time comes." "Well, well, then Bill Sikes," said... | a corner very quietly, without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyes twenty times in a minute, appeared to occupy himself in taking a survey of the apartment. "What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?" said the man, seating himself deliberately. "I... | in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and grey cotton stockings which inclosed a bulky pair of legs, with large swelling calves; the kind of legs, which in such costume, always look in an unfinished and incomplete state without a set of fetters to garnish them. He had a brown hat on ... | "Where's the boy?" The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at his violence; and looked uneasily at each other. But they made no reply. "What's become of the boy?" said the Jew, seizing the Dodger tightly by the collar, and threatening him with horrid imprecations. "Speak out, or I'll throttle you... | set of fetters to garnish them. He had a brown hat on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disclosed, when he had done so, a broad heavy countenance with a beard of three days' growth, and two scowling eyes; one o... | Oliver Twist |
said the Jew, catching the man by the sleeve, and pointing towards the boys. Mr. Sikes contented himself with tying an imaginary knot under his left ear, and jerking his head over on the right shoulder; a piece of dumb show which the Jew appeared to understand perfectly. He then, in cant terms, with which his whole con... | No speaker | blab and" "Are you mad?"<|quote|>said the Jew, catching the man by the sleeve, and pointing towards the boys. Mr. Sikes contented himself with tying an imaginary knot under his left ear, and jerking his head over on the right shoulder; a piece of dumb show which the Jew appeared to understand perfectly. He then, in can... | as you do when you blab and" "Are you mad?"<|quote|>said the Jew, catching the man by the sleeve, and pointing towards the boys. Mr. Sikes contented himself with tying an imaginary knot under his left ear, and jerking his head over on the right shoulder; a piece of dumb show which the Jew appeared to understand perfect... | Sikes," said the Jew, with abject humility. "You seem out of humour, Bill." "Perhaps I am," replied Sikes; "I should think you was rather out of sorts too, unless you mean as little harm when you throw pewter pots about, as you do when you blab and" "Are you mad?"<|quote|>said the Jew, catching the man by the sleeve, a... | glass bottles large enough." "Hush! hush! Mr. Sikes," said the Jew, trembling; "don't speak so loud!" "None of your mistering," replied the ruffian; "you always mean mischief when you come that. You know my name: out with it! I shan't disgrace it when the time comes." "Well, well, then Bill Sikes," said the Jew, with a... | quietly, without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyes twenty times in a minute, appeared to occupy himself in taking a survey of the apartment. "What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, avaricious, in-sa-ti-a-ble old fence?" said the man, seating himself deliberately. "I wonder they d... | velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and grey cotton stockings which inclosed a bulky pair of legs, with large swelling calves; the kind of legs, which in such costume, always look in an unfinished and incomplete state without a set of fetters to garnish them. He had a brown hat on his head, a... | The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at his violence; and looked uneasily at each other. But they made no reply. "What's become of the boy?" said the Jew, seizing the Dodger tightly by the collar, and threatening him with horrid imprecations. "Speak out, or I'll throttle you!" Mr. Fagin looked... | you sneaking warmint; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master! Come in!" The man who growled out these words, was a stoutly-built fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, lace-up half boots, and grey cotton stockings which inclosed a bulky pai... | Oliver Twist |
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