Олівер Твіст

Chapter 26

           Theweatherbeingdark,andpiercingcold,hehadnogreattemptationtoloiter.Thesharpwindthatscouredthestreets,seemedtohaveclearedthemofpassengers,asofdustandmud,forfewpeoplewereabroad,andtheyweretoallappearancehasteningfasthome.ItblewfromtherightquarterfortheJew,however,andstraightbeforeithewent:trembling,andshivering,aseveryfreshgustdrovehimrudelyonhisway.

           Hehadreachedthecornerofhisownstreet,andwasalreadyfumblinginhispocketforthedoor-key,whenadarkfigureemergedfromaprojectingentrancewhichlayindeepshadow,and,crossingtheroad,glideduptohimunperceived.

           ‘Fagin!’whisperedavoiceclosetohisear.

           ‘Ah!’saidtheJew,turningquicklyround,‘isthat

           ‘Yes!’interruptedthestranger.‘Ihavebeenlingeringherethesetwohours.Wherethedevilhaveyoubeen?’

           ‘Onyourbusiness,mydear,’repliedtheJew,glancinguneasilyathiscompanion,andslackeninghispaceashespoke.‘Onyourbusinessallnight.

           ‘Oh,ofcourse!’saidthestranger,withasneer.‘Well;andwhat’scomeofit?’

           ‘Nothinggood,’saidtheJew.

           ‘Nothingbad,Ihope?’saidthestranger,stoppingshort,andturningastartledlookonhiscompanion.

           TheJewshookhishead,andwasabouttoreply,whenthestranger,interruptinghim,motionedtothehouse,beforewhichtheyhadbythistimearrived:remarking,thathehadbettersaywhathehadgottosay,undercover:forhisbloodwaschilledwithstandingaboutsolong,andthewindblewthroughhim.

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