。， Dogs are not generally apt to revenge injuries inflicted uponthem by their masters; but Mr. Sikes's dog, having faults oftemper in common with his owner, and labouring, perhaps, at thismoment, under a powerful sense of injury, made no more ado but atonce fixed his teeth in one of the half-boots. Having given in ahearty shake, he retired, growling, under a form; just escapingthe pewter measure which Mr. Sikes levelled at his head.
'What's that?' said the Jew. 'What do you watch me for? Why areyou awake? What have you seen? Speak out, boy! Quick--quick!for your life.。， 'Stop the boy, Mrs. Bedwin!' said Mr. Brownlow; 'there issomething to go back.'
'No, sir, Twist, Oliver Twist.'。， Oliver did as the old lady bade him; and, although she lamentedgrievously, meanwhile, that there was not even time to crimp thelittle frill that bordered his shirt-collar; he looked sodelicate and handsome, despite that important personal advantage,that she went so far as to say: looking at him with greatcomplacency from head to foot, that she really didn't think itwould have been possible, on the longest notice, to have mademuch difference in him for the better.
Master Bates saw something so exquisitely ludicrous in thisreply, that he burst into another laugh; which laugh, meeting thecoffee he was drinking, and carrying it down some wrong channel,very nearly terminated in his premature suffocation.。，