Oliver considered a little while; and at last said, he shouldthink it would be a much better thing to be a book-seller; uponwhich the old gentleman laughed heartily, and declared he hadsaid a very good thing. Which Oliver felt glad to have done,though he by no means knew what it was.。， Oliver DID see it in his mind's eye as distinctly as if he hadnot altered his position; but he thought it better not to worrythe kind old lady; so he smiled gently when she looked at him;and Mrs. Bedwin, satisfied that he felt more comfortable, saltedand broke bits of toasted bread into the broth, with all thebustle befitting so solemn a preparation. Oliver got through itwith extraordinary expedition. He had scarcely swallowed thelast spoonful, when there came a soft rap at the door. 'Comein,' said the old lady; and in walked Mr. Brownlow.
。， Oliver dozed off again, soon after this; when he awoke, it wasnearly twelve o'clock. The old lady tenderly bade him good-nightshortly afterwards, and left him in charge of a fat old woman whohad just come: bringing with her, in a little bundle, a smallPrayer Book and a large nightcap. Putting the latter on her headand the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliverthat she had come to sit up with him, drew her chair close to thefire and went off into a series of short naps, chequered atfrequent intervals with sundry tumblings forward, and diversmoans and chokings. These, however, had no worse effect thancausing her to rub her nose very hard, and then fall asleepagain.
。， It is due to the young lady to say that she did not positivelyaffirm that she would not, but that she merely expressed anemphatic and earnest desire to be 'blessed' if she would; apolite and delicate evasion of the request, which shows the younglady to have been possessed of that natural good breeding whichcannot bear to inflict upon a fellow-creature, the pain of adirect and pointed refusal.
。， 'Why, the traps have got him, and that's all about it,' said theDodger, sullenly. 'Come, let go o' me, will you!' And,swinging himself, at one jerk, clean out of the big coat, whichhe left in the Jew's hands, the Dodger snatched up the toastingfork, and made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat;which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little moremerriment out, than could have been easily replaced.
。， One evening, about a week after the affair of the picture, as hewas sitting talking to Mrs. Bedwin, there came a message downfrom Mr. Brownlow, that if Oliver Twist felt pretty well, heshould like to see him in his study, and talk to him a littlewhile.
This was said in jest; but if the speaker could have seen theevil leer with which the Jew bit his pale lip as he turned roundto the cupboard, he might have thought the caution not whollyunnecessary, or the wish (at all events) to improve upon thedistiller's ingenuity not very far from the old gentleman's merryheart.。，
。， 'Do you mean to state what your complaint against this boy is,man, or do you not? You have been sworn. Now, if you standthere, refusing to give evidence, I'll punish you for disrespectto the bench; I will, by--'
。， This was the handsome offer with which Mr. Grimwig backed andconfirmed nearly every assertion he made; and it was the moresingular in his case, because, even admitting for the sake ofargument, the possibility of scientific improvements beingbrought to that pass which will enable a gentleman to eat his ownhead in the event of his being so disposed, Mr. Grimwig's headwas such a particularly large one, that the most sanguine manalive could hardly entertain a hope of being able to get throughit at a sitting--to put entirely out of the question, a verythick coating of powder.
'And what have you got, my dear?' said Fagin to Charley Bates.。， Oliver, delighted to be of use, brought down the books under hisarm in a great bustle; and waited, cap in hand, to hear whatmessage he was to take.
， 'Perhaps she does see me,' whispered Oliver, folding his handstogether; 'perhaps she has sat by me. I almost feel as if shehad.'。， He closed the lid of the box with a loud crash; and, laying hishand on a bread knife which was on the table, started furiouslyup. He trembled very much though; for, even in his terror,Oliver could see that the knife quivered in the air.