Chapter 20

           WhenOliverawokeinthemorning,hewasagooddealsurprisedtofindthatanewpairofshoes,withstrongthicksoles,hadbeenplacedathisbedside;andthathisoldshoeshadbeenremoved.Atfirst,hewaspleasedwiththediscovery:hopingthatitmightbetheforerunnerofhisrelease;butsuchthoughtswerequicklydispelled,onhissittingdowntobreakfastalongwiththeJew,whotoldhim,inatoneandmannerwhichincreasedhisalarm,thathewastobetakentotheresidenceofBillSikesthatnight.

           ‘Totostopthere,sir?’askedOliver,anxiously.

           ‘No,no,mydear.Nottostopthere,’repliedtheJew.‘Weshouldn’tliketoloseyou.Don’tbeafraid,Oliver,youshallcomebacktousagain.Ha!ha!ha!Wewon’tbesocruelastosendyouaway,mydear.Ohno,no!’

           Theoldman,whowasstoopingoverthefiretoastingapieceofbread,lookedroundashebanteredOliverthus;andchuckledasiftoshowthatheknewhewouldstillbeverygladtogetawayifhecould.

           ‘Isuppose,’saidtheJew,fixinghiseyesonOliver,‘youwanttoknowwhatyou’regoingtoBill’sforeh,mydear?’

           Olivercoloured,involuntarily,tofindthattheoldthiefhadbeenreadinghisthoughts;butboldlysaid,Yes,hedidwanttoknow.

           ‘Why,doyouthink?’inquiredFagin,parryingthequestion.

           ‘IndeedIdon’tknow,sir,’repliedOliver.

           ‘Bah!’saidtheJew,turningawaywithadisappointedcountenancefromacloseperusaloftheboy’sface.‘WaittillBilltellsyou,then.

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