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Chapter 13

           Awhiteshaggydog,withhisfacescratchedandtornintwentydifferentplaces,skulkedintotheroom.

           ‘Whydidn’tyoucomeinafore?’saidtheman.‘You’regettingtooproudtoownmeaforecompany,areyou?Liedown!’

           Thiscommandwasaccompaniedwithakick,whichsenttheanimaltotheotherendoftheroom.Heappearedwellusedtoit,however;forhecoiledhimselfupinacornerveryquietly,withoututteringasound,andwinkinghisveryill-lookingeyestwentytimesinaminute,appearedtooccupyhimselfintakingasurveyoftheapartment.

           ‘Whatareyouupto?Ill-treatingtheboys,youcovetous,avaricious,in-sa-ti-a-bleoldfence?’saidtheman,seatinghimselfdeliberately.‘Iwondertheydon’tmurderyou!IwouldifIwasthem.IfI’dbeenyour‘prentice,I’dhavedoneitlongago,andno,Icouldn’thavesoldyouafterwards,foryou’refitfornothingbutkeepingasacuriousityofuglinessinaglassbottle,andIsupposetheydon’tblowglassbottleslargeenough.

           ‘Hush!hush!Mr.Sikes,’saidtheJew,trembling;‘don’tspeaksoloud!’

           ‘Noneofyourmistering,’repliedtheruffian;‘youalwaysmeanmischiefwhenyoucomethat.Youknowmyname:outwithit!Ishan’tdisgraceitwhenthetimecomes.

           ‘Well,well,thenBillSikes,’saidtheJew,withabjecthumility.‘Youseemoutofhumour,Bill.

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