Poor Oliver unwillingly complied. Master Bates rolling up thenew clothes under his arm, departed from the room, leaving Oliverin the dark, and locking the door behind him.。， 'Why, it's Nancy!' exclaimed Oliver; who now saw her face for thefirst time; and started back, in irrepressible astonishment.
'The girl's gone mad, I think,' replied Sikes, savagely.。， There was so much determination and depth of purpose about themenacing manner in which Mr. Bumble delivered himself of thesewords, that Mrs. Mann appeared quite awed by them. At length shesaid,
'Hey-day!' interposed Mr. Mann, 'I suppose you're going to saythat you DO want for something, now? Why, you little wretch--'。， Mr. Bumble opened his eyes; read the advertisement, slowly andcarefully, three several times; and in something more than fiveminutes was on his way to Pentonville: having actually, in hisexcitement, left the glass of hot gin-and-water, untasted.