Оливер Твист

Chapter 12

           MasterBatesfeltitso;andagainsaid,‘Whatdoyoumean?’

           TheDodgermadenoreply;butputtinghishatonagain,andgatheringtheskirtsofhislong-tailedcoatunderhisarm,thrusthistongueintohischeek,slappedthebridgeofhisnosesomehalf-dozentimesinafamiliarbutexpressivemanner,andturningonhisheel,slunkdownthecourt.MasterBatesfollowed,withathoughtfulcountenance.

           Thenoiseoffootstepsonthecreakingstairs,afewminutesaftertheoccurrenceofthisconversation,rousedthemerryoldgentlemanashesatoverthefirewithasaveloyandasmallloafinhishand;apocket-knifeinhisright;andapewterpotonthetrivet.Therewasarascallysmileonhiswhitefaceasheturnedround,andlookingsharplyoutfromunderhisthickredeyebrows,benthiseartowardsthedoor,andlistened.

           ‘Why,how’sthis?’mutteredtheJew:changingcountenance;‘onlytwoof’em?Where’sthethird?Theycan’thavegotintotrouble.Hark!’

           Thefootstepsapproachednearer;theyreachedthelanding.Thedoorwasslowlyopened;andtheDodgerandCharleyBatesentered,closingitbehindthem.

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