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Chapter 18

           ‘That,’rejoinedtheDodger,withawaveofhispipe,‘ThatwasalloutofconsiderationforFagin,‘causethetrapsknowthatweworktogether,andhemighthavegotintotroubleifwehadn’tmadeourlucky;thatwasthemove,wasn’tit,Charley?’

           MasterBatesnoddedassent,andwouldhavespoken,buttherecollectionofOliver’sflightcamesosuddenlyuponhim,thatthesmokehewasinhalinggotentagledwithalaugh,andwentupintohishead,anddownintohisthroat:andbroughtonafitofcoughingandstamping,aboutfiveminuteslong.

           ‘Lookhere!’saidtheDodger,drawingforthahandfulofshillingsandhalfpence.‘Here’sajollylife!What’stheoddswhereitcomesfrom?Here,catchhold;there’splentymorewheretheyweretookfrom.Youwon’t,won’tyou?Oh,youpreciousflat!’

           ‘It’snaughty,ain’tit,Oliver?’inquiredCharleyBates.‘He’llcometobescragged,won’the?’

           ‘Idon’tknowwhatthatmeans,’repliedOliver.

           ‘Somethinginthisway,oldfeller,’saidCharly.Ashesaidit,MasterBatescaughtupanendofhisneckerchief;and,holdingiterectintheair,droppedhisheadonhisshoulder,andjerkedacurioussoundthroughhisteeth;therebyindicating,byalivelypantomimicrepresentation,thatscraggingandhangingwereoneandthesamething.

           ‘That’swhatitmeans,’saidCharley.‘Lookhowhestares,Jack!

           Ineverdidseesuchprimecompanyasthat‘ereboy;he’llbethedeathofme,Iknowhewill.

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