'Take heed, Oliver! take heed!' said the old man, shaking hisright hand before him in a warning manner. 'He's a rough man,and thinks nothing of blood when his own is up. W hatever fallsout, say nothing; and do what he bids you. Mind!' Placing astrong emphasis on the last word, he suffered his featuresgradually to resolve themselves into a ghastly grin, and, noddinghis head, left the room.。，
'Then it hasn't been properly gone about,' said the Jew, turningpale with anger. 'Don't tell me!'。， Mr. Bumble emerged at early morning from the workhouse-gate, andwalked with portly carriage and commanding steps, up the HighStreet. He was in the full bloom and pride of beadlehood; hiscocked hat and coat were dazzling in the morning sun; he clutchedhis cane with the vigorous tenacity of health and power. Mr.Bumble always carried his head high; but this morning it washigher than usual. There was an abstraction in his eye, anelevation in his air, which might have warned an observantstranger that thoughts were passing in the beadle's mind, toogreat for utterance.
'So-so, Mrs. Mann,' replied the beadle. 'A porochial life is nota bed of roses, Mrs. Mann.'。， At his, Master Bates roared again: so loud, that Fagin himselfrelaxed, and even the Dodger smiled; but as the Artful drew forththe five-pound note at that instant, it is doubtful whether thesally of the discovery awakened his merriment.
Oliver made no reply. But he watched the Jew's motions, andbreathed quickly.。， 'Frighten him!' echoed Sikes. 'It'll be no sham frightening,mind you. If there's anything queer about him when we once getinto the work; in for a penny, in for a pound. You won't see himalive again, Fagin. Think of that, before you send him. Mark mywords!' said the robber, poising a crowbar, which he had drawnfrom under the bedstead.
Oliver looked up; the Jew, pointing to the candle, motioned himto light it. He did so; and, as he placed the candlestick uponthe table, saw that the Jew was gazing fixedly at him, withlowering and contracted brows, from the dark end of the room.。， 'No more it has,' said Charley. 'Why don't you put yourselfunder Fagin, Oliver?'
Master Bates nodded assent, and would have spoken, but therecollection of Oliver's flight came so suddenly upon him, thatthe smoke he was inhaling got entagled with a laugh, and went upinto his head, and down into his throat: and brought on a fit ofcoughing and stamping, about five minutes long.。， 'You're going by coach, sir? I thought it was always usual tosend them paupers in carts.'
'I am,' replied the Doger. 'I'd scorn to be anything else.' Mr.Dawkins gave his hat a ferocious cock, after delivering thissentiment, and looked at Master Bates, as if to denote that hewould feel obliged by his saying anything to the contrary.。， The old man, who was stooping over the fire toasting a piece ofbread, looked round as he bantered Oliver thus; and chuckled asif to show that he knew he would still be very glad to get awayif he could.