But, as neither of these criminals answered to the name ofOliver, or knew anything about him, Nancy made straight up to thebluff officer in the striped waistcoat; and with the most piteouswailings and lamentations, rendered more piteous by a prompt andefficient use of the street-door key and the little basket,demanded her own dear brother.。， This command was accompanied with a kick, which sent the animalto the other end of the room. He appeared well used to it,however; for he coiled himself up in a corner very quietly,without uttering a sound, and winking his very ill-looking eyestwenty times in a minute, appeared to occupy himself in taking asurvey of the apartment.
'Oh, my brother! My poor, dear, sweet, innocent little brother!'exclaimed Nancy, bursting into tears, and wringing the littlebasket and the street-door key in an agony of distress. 'Whathas become of him! Where have they taken him to! Oh, do havepity, and tell me what's been done with the dear boy, gentlemen;do, gentlemen, if you please, gentlemen!'。， 'Take care of him, officer,' said the old gentleman, raising hishands instinctively; 'he'll fall down.'
The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, andgathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm,thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the bridge of his nosesome half-dozen times in a familiar but expressive manner, andturning on his heel, slunk down the court. Master Batesfollowed, with a thoughtful countenance.。，
The old gentleman was just going to say that Oliver should not goout on any account; when a most malicious cough from Mr. Grimwigdetermined him that he should; and that, by his prompt dischargeof the commission, he should prove to him the injustice of hissuspicions: on this head at least: at once.。， 'Call after him,' said Mr. Brownlow; 'it's particular. He is apoor man, and they are not paid for. There are some books to betaken back, too.'
With these words he drew his chair closer to the table; and therethe two friends sat, in silent expectation, with the watchbetween them.。， 'And when are you going to hear at full, true, and particularaccount of the life and adventures of Oliver Twist?' askedGrimwig of Mr. Brownlow, at the conclusion of the meal; lookingsideways at Oliver, as he resumed his subject.
'Well,' said the Jew, glancing slyly at Oliver, and addressinghimself to the Dodger, 'I hope you've been at work this morning,my dears?'。， For many days, Oliver remained in the Jew's room, picking themarks out of the pocket-handkerchief, (of which a great numberwere brought home,) and sometimes taking part in the game alreadydescribed: which the two boys and the Jew played, regularly,every morning. At length, he began to languish for fresh air, andtook many occasions of earnestly entreating the old gentleman toallow him to go out to work with his two companions.