The girl burst into a laugh; drew her shawl more closely roundher; and they walked away. But Oliver felt her hand tremble,and, looking up in her face as they passed a gas-lamp, saw thatit had turned a deadly white.。， Nancy, scarcely looking at the boy, threw him a handkerchief totie round his throat; Sikes gave him a large rough cape to buttonover his shoulders. Thus attired, he gave his hand to therobber, who, merely pausing to show him with a menacing gesturethat he had that same pistol in a side-pocket of his great-coat,clasped it firmly in his, and, exchanging a farewell with Nancy,led him away.
'Yes, I see it is, sir,' replied Oliver.。， Oliver was but too glad to make himself useful; too happy to havesome faces, however bad, to look upon; too desirous to conciliatethose about him when he could honestly do so; to throw anyobjection in the way of this proposal. So he at once expressedhis readiness; and, kneeling on the floor, while the Dodger satupon the table so that he could take his foot in his laps, heapplied himself to a process which Mr. Dawkins designated as'japanning his trotter-cases.' The phrase, rendered into plainEnglish, signifieth, cleaning his boots.
'No, he don't,' sneered Mr. Sikes. 'Or he won't, and that's thesame thing. Speak out, and call things by their right names;don't sit there, winking and blinking, and talking to me inhints, as if you warn't the very first that thought about therobbery. Wot d'ye mean?'。，
。， 'You've been brought up bad,' said the Dodger, surveying hisboots with much satisfaction when Oliver had polished them.'Fagin will make something of you, though, or you'll be the firsthe ever had that turned out unprofitable. You'd better begin atonce; for you'll come to the trade long before you think of it;and you're only losing time, Oliver.'
With this irrepressible ebullition of mirth, Master Bates laidhimself flat on the floor: and kicked convulsively for fiveminutes, in an ectasy of facetious joy. Then jumping to hisfeet, he snatched the cleft stick from the Dodger; and, advancingto Oliver, viewed him round and round; while the Jew, taking offhis nightcap, made a great number of low bows to the bewilderedboy. The Artful, meantime, who was of a rather saturninedisposition, and seldom gave way to merriment when it interferedwith business, rifled Oliver's pockets with steady assiduity.。，
'Keep back the dog, Bill!' cried Nancy, springing before thedoor, and closing it, as the Jew and his two pupils darted out inpursuit. 'Keep back the dog; he'll tear the boy to pieces.'。， For one brief moment, Oliver cast a hurried glance along theempty street, and a cry for help hung upon his lips. But thegirl's voice was in his ear, beseeching him in such tones ofagony to remember her, that he had not the heart to utter it.While he hesitated, the opportunity was gone; he was already inthe house, and the door was shut.
'I don't care for that, Bill, I don't care for that,' screamedthe girl, struggling violently with the man, 'the child shan't betorn down by the dog, unless you kill me first.'。， I never did see such prime company as that 'ere boy; he'll be thedeath of me, I know he will.' Master Charley Bates, havinglaughed heartily again, resumed his pipe with tears in his eyes.
'You've been brought up bad,' said the Dodger, surveying hisboots with much satisfaction when Oliver had polished them.'Fagin will make something of you, though, or you'll be the firsthe ever had that turned out unprofitable. You'd better begin atonce; for you'll come to the trade long before you think of it;and you're only losing time, Oliver.'。，
，。， 'Come, come, Sikes,' said the Jew appealing to him in aremonstratory tone, and motioning towards the boys, who wereeagerly attentive to all that passed; 'we must have civil words;civil words, Bill.'