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Chapter 13

           ‘PerhapsIam,’repliedSikes;‘Ishouldthinkyouwasratheroutofsortstoo,unlessyoumeanaslittleharmwhenyouthrowpewterpotsabout,asyoudowhenyoublaband

           ‘Areyoumad?’saidtheJew,catchingthemanbythesleeve,andpointingtowardstheboys.

           Mr.Sikescontentedhimselfwithtyinganimaginaryknotunderhisleftear,andjerkinghisheadoverontherightshoulder;apieceofdumbshowwhichtheJewappearedtounderstandperfectly.Hethen,incantterms,withwhichhiswholeconversationwasplentifullybesprinkled,butwhichwouldbequiteunintelligibleiftheywererecordedhere,demandedaglassofliquor.

           ‘Andmindyoudon’tpoisonit,’saidMr.Sikes,layinghishatuponthetable.

           Thiswassaidinjest;butifthespeakercouldhaveseentheevilleerwithwhichtheJewbithispalelipasheturnedroundtothecupboard,hemighthavethoughtthecautionnotwhollyunnecessary,orthewish(atallevents)toimproveuponthedistiller’singenuitynotveryfarfromtheoldgentleman’smerryheart.

           Afterswallowingtwoofthreeglassesofspirits,Mr.Sikescondescendedtotakesomenoticeoftheyounggentlemen;whichgraciousactledtoaconversation,inwhichthecauseandmannerofOliver’scapturewerecircumstantiallydetailed,withsuchalterationsandimprovementsonthetruth,astotheDodgerappearedmostadvisableunderthecircumstances.

           ‘I’mafraid,’saidtheJew,‘thathemaysaysomethingwhichwillgetusintotrouble.

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