'Is Oliver a-bed? I want to speak to him,' was his first remarkas they descended the stairs.。， 'And wot,' said Sikes, scowling fiercely on his agreeable friend,'wot makes you take so much pains about one chalk-faced kid, whenyou know there are fifty boys snoozing about Common Garden everynight, as you might pick and choose from?'
'Hush!' said the girl, stooping over him, and pointing to thedoor as she looked cautiously round. 'You can't help yourself. Ihave tried hard for you, but all to no purpose. You are hedgedround and round. If ever you are to get loose from here, this isnot the time.'。，
'Drat that beadle!' said Mrs. Mann, hearing the well-knownshaking at the garden-gate. 'If it isn't him at this time in themorning! Lauk, Mr. Bumble, only think of its being you! Well,dear me, it IS a pleasure, this is! Come into the parlour, sir,please.'。， 'Of course,' observed Mr. Grimwig aside to his friend, 'I knew hewas. A beadle all over!'
'Is it a bargain?' inquired Sikes.。， Nancy stooped below the shutters, and Oliver heard the sound of abell. They crossed to the opposite side of the street, and stoodfor a few moments under a lamp. A noise, as if a sash windowwere gently raised, was heard; and soon afterwards the doorsoftly opened. Mr. Sikes then seized the terrified boy by thecollar with very little ceremony; and all three were quicklyinside the house.