In short, the wily old Jew had the boy in his toils. Havingprepared his mind, by solitude and gloom, to prefer any societyto the companionship of his own sad thoughts in such a drearyplace, he was now slowly instilling into his soul the poisonwhich he hoped would blacken it, and change its hue for ever.。， 'He's a rum dog. Don't he look fierce at any strange cove thatlaughs or sings when he's in company!' pursued the Dodger.'Won't he growl at all, when he hears a fiddle playing! Anddon't he hate other dogs as ain't of his breed! Oh, no!'
'He's a rum dog. Don't he look fierce at any strange cove thatlaughs or sings when he's in company!' pursued the Dodger.'Won't he growl at all, when he hears a fiddle playing! Anddon't he hate other dogs as ain't of his breed! Oh, no!'。， 'I suppose,' said the Jew, fixing his eyes on Oliver, 'you wantto know what you're going to Bill's for---eh, my dear?'
They turned round to the left, a short way past the public-house;and then, taking a right-hand road, walked on for a long time:passing many large gardens and gentlemen's houses on both sidesof the way, and stopping for nothing but a little beer, untilthey reached a town. Here against the wall of a house, Oliversaw written up in pretty large letters, 'Hampton.' They lingeredabout, in the fields, for some hours. At length they came backinto the town; and, turning into an old public-house with adefaced sign-board, ordered some dinner by the kitchen fire.。， Such changes appear absurd; but they are not so unnatural as theywould seem at first sight. The transitions in real life fromwell-spread boards to death-beds, and from mourning-weeds toholiday garments, are not a whit less startling; only, there, weare busy actors, instead of passive lookers-on, which makes avast difference. The actors in the mimic life of the theatre,are blind to violent transitions and abrupt impulses of passionor feeling, which, presented before the eyes of mere spectators,are at once condemned as outrageous and preposterous.
The mud lay thick upon the stones, and a black mist hung over thestreets; the rain fell sluggishly down, and everything felt coldand clammy to the touch. It seemed just the night when itbefitted such a being as the Jew to be abroad. As he glidedstealthily along, creeping beneath the shelter of the walls anddoorways, the hideous old man seemed like some loathsome reptile,engendered in the slime and darkness through which he moved:crawling forth, by night, in search of some rich offal for ameal.。，
Dick was immediately taken away, and locked up in thecoal-cellar. Mr. Bumble shortly afterwards took himself off, toprepare for his journey.。， 'That's when they're ill, Mrs. Mann,' said the beadle. 'We putthe sick paupers into open carts in the rainy weather, to preventtheir taking cold.'
'If you don't take pocket-handkechers and watches,' said theDodger, reducing his conversation to the level of Oliver'scapacity, 'some other cove will; so that the coves that lose 'emwill be all the worse, and you'll be all the worse, too, andnobody half a ha'p'orth the better, except the chaps wot getsthem--and you've just as good a right to them as they have.'。，
Oliver's heart sank within him, when he thought of his goodfriends; it was well for him that he could not know what they hadheard, or it might have broken outright.。， 'And he shall have it, too!' rejoined the man, administeringanother blow, and seizing Oliver by the collar. 'Come on, youyoung villain! Here, Bull's-eye, mind him, boy! Mind him!'