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Chapter 18

           So’sFagin.So’sSikes.So’sNancy.So’sBet.Soweallare,downtothedog.Andhe’sthedowniestoneofthelot!’

           ‘Andtheleastgiventopeaching,’addedCharleyBates.

           ‘Hewouldn’tsomuchasbarkinawitness-box,forfearofcommittinghimself;no,notifyoutiedhimupinone,andlefthimtherewithoutwittlesforafortnight,’saidtheDodger.

           ‘Notabitofit,’observedCharley.

           ‘He’sarumdog.Don’thelookfierceatanystrangecovethatlaughsorsingswhenhe’sincompany!’pursuedtheDodger.‘Won’thegrowlatall,whenhehearsafiddleplaying!Anddon’thehateotherdogsasain’tofhisbreed!Oh,no!’

           ‘He’sanout-and-outChristian,’saidCharley.

           Thiswasmerelyintendedasatributetotheanimal’sabilities,butitwasanappropriateremarkinanothersense,ifMasterBateshadonlyknownit;forthereareagoodmanyladiesandgentlemen,claimingtobeout-and-outChristians,betweenwhom,andMr.Sikes’dog,thereexiststrongandsingularpointsofresemblance.

           ‘Well,well,’saidtheDodger,recurringtothepointfromwhichtheyhadstrayed:withthatmindfulnessofhisprofessionwhichinfluencedallhisproceedings.‘Thishasn’tgoanythingtodowithyoungGreenhere.

           ‘Nomoreithas,’saidCharley.‘Whydon’tyouputyourselfunderFagin,Oliver?’

           ‘Andmakeyourfortun’outofhand?’addedtheDodger,withagrin.

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