The Jew started. Oliver started too, though from a verydifferent cause; for he hoped that the dispute might really endin his being taken back.。， 'That's for our share of the trouble,' said Sikes; 'and not halfenough, neither. You may keep the books, if you're fond ofreading. If you ain't, sell 'em.'
The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; sopale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison,that he looked like death; not death as it shows in shroud andcoffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed;when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled toHeaven, and the gross air of the world has not had time tobreathe upon the changing dust it hallowed.。， He could think of no bad object to be attained by sending him toSikes, which would not be equally well answered by his remainingwith Fagin; and after meditating for a long time, concluded thathe had been selected to perform some ordinary menial offices forthe housebreaker, until another boy, better suited for hispurpose could be engaged. He was too well accustomed tosuffering, and had suffered too much where he was, to bewail theprospect of change very severely. He remained lost in thoughtfor some minutes; and then, with a heavy sigh, snuffed thecandle, and, taking up the book which the Jew had left with him,began to read.
。， Mr. Bumble sat himself down; quite confounded by the oddity ofMr. Grimwig's manner. Mr. Brownlow moved the lamp, so as toobtain an uninterrupted view of the beadle's countenance; andsaid, with a little impatience,
'Young wretch!' said one woman.。， The style of this reply, as well as the voice which delivered it,seemed familiar to Oliver's ears: but it was impossible todistinguish even the form of the speaker in the darkness.
'So he did,' rejoined Sikes, 'and they warn't of no more use thanthe other plant.'。， 'No more we should,' acquiesed the Jew, who had been consideringduring this speech, and had only caught the last sentence.'Bill!'