Оливер Твист

Chapter 19

           Thatis,ifyoufrightenhimenough.

           ‘Frightenhim!’echoedSikes.‘It’llbenoshamfrightening,mindyou.Ifthere’sanythingqueerabouthimwhenweoncegetintothework;inforapenny,inforapound.Youwon’tseehimaliveagain,Fagin.Thinkofthat,beforeyousendhim.Markmywords!’saidtherobber,poisingacrowbar,whichhehaddrawnfromunderthebedstead.

           ‘I’vethoughtofitall,’saidtheJewwithenergy.‘I’veI’vehadmyeyeuponhim,mydears,closeclose.Oncelethimfeelthatheisoneofus;oncefillhismindwiththeideathathehasbeenathief;andhe’sours!Oursforhislife.Oho!Itcouldn’thavecomeaboutbetter!Theoldmancrossedhisarmsuponhisbreast;and,drawinghisheadandshouldersintoaheap,literallyhuggedhimselfforjoy.

           ‘Ours!’saidSikes.‘Yours,youmean.

           ‘PerhapsIdo,mydear,’saidtheJew,withashrillchuckle.‘Mine,ifyoulike,Bill.

           ‘Andwot,’saidSikes,scowlingfiercelyonhisagreeablefriend,‘wotmakesyoutakesomuchpainsaboutonechalk-facedkid,whenyouknowtherearefiftyboyssnoozingaboutCommonGardeneverynight,asyoumightpickandchoosefrom?’

           ‘Becausethey’reofnousetome,mydear,’repliedtheJew,withsomeconfusion,‘notworththetaking.Theirlooksconvict’emwhentheygetintotrouble,andIlose’emall.Withthisboy,properlymanaged,mydears,IcoulddowhatIcouldn’twithtwentyofthem.

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