Оливер Твист

Chapter 22

           ‘Burnmybody,ifheisn’tmoretroublethanawholefamilyofDodgers.Drinkit,youperwerseimp;drinkit!’

           Frightenedbythemenacinggesturesofthetwomen,Oliverhastilyswallowedthecontentsoftheglass,andimmediatelyfellintoaviolentfitofcoughing:whichdelightedTobyCrackitandBarney,andevendrewasmilefromthesurlyMr.Sikes.

           Thisdone,andSikeshavingsatisfiedhisappetite(Olivercouldeatnothingbutasmallcrustofbreadwhichtheymadehimswallow),thetwomenlaidthemselvesdownonchairsforashortnap.Oliverretainedhisstoolbythefire;Barneywrappedinablanket,stretchedhimselfonthefloor:closeoutsidethefender.

           Theyslept,orappearedtosleep,forsometime;nobodystirringbutBarney,whoroseonceortwicetothrowcoalsonthefire.Oliverfellintoaheavydoze:imagininghimselfstrayingalongthegloomylanes,orwanderingaboutthedarkchurchyard,orretracingsomeoneorotherofthescenesofthepastday:whenhewasrousedbyTobyCrackitjumpingupanddeclaringitwashalf-pastone.

           Inaninstant,theothertwowereontheirlegs,andallwereactivelyengagedinbusypreparation.Sikesandhiscompanionenvelopedtheirnecksandchinsinlargedarkshawls,anddrewontheirgreat-coats;Barney,openingacupboard,broughtforthseveralarticles,whichhehastilycrammedintothepockets.

           ‘Barkersforme,Barney,’saidTobyCrackit.

           ‘Heretheyare,’repliedBarney,producingapairofpistols.‘Youloadedthemyourself.

           ‘Allright!’repliedToby,stowingthemaway.

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