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Chapter 11

           ‘None,yourworship,’repliedthepoliceman.

           Mr.Fangsatsilentforsomeminutes,andthen,turningroundtotheprosecutor,saidinatoweringpassion.

           ‘Doyoumeantostatewhatyourcomplaintagainstthisboyis,man,ordoyounot?Youhavebeensworn.Now,ifyoustandthere,refusingtogiveevidence,I’llpunishyoufordisrespecttothebench;Iwill,by

           Bywhat,orbywhom,nobodyknows,fortheclerkandjailorcoughedveryloud,justattherightmoment;andtheformerdroppedaheavybookuponthefloor,thuspreventingthewordfrombeingheardaccidently,ofcourse.

           Withmanyinterruptions,andrepeatedinsults,Mr.Brownlowcontrivedtostatehiscase;observingthat,inthesurpriseofthemoment,hehadrunaftertheboybecausehehadsawhimrunningaway;andexpressinghishopethat,ifthemagistrateshouldbelievehim,althoughnotactuallythethief,tobeconnectedwiththethieves,hewoulddealaslenientlywithhimasjusticewouldallow.

           ‘Hehasbeenhurtalready,’saidtheoldgentlemaninconclusion.

           ‘AndIfear,’headded,withgreatenergy,lookingtowardsthebar,‘Ireallyfearthatheisill.

           ‘Oh!yes,Idaresay!’saidMr.Fang,withasneer.‘Come,noneofyourtrickshere,youyoungvagabond;theywon’tdo.What’syourname?’

           Olivertriedtoreplybuthistonguefailedhim.Hewasdeadlypale;andthewholeplaceseemedturningroundandround.

           ‘What’syourname,youhardenedscoundrel?’demandedMr.Fang.

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