Олівер Твіст

Chapter 50

           ‘What’sthemeaningofthis?’saidTobywhentheyhadreturned.‘Hecan’tbecominghere.I—I—hopenot.’

           ‘Ifhewascominghere,he’dhavecomewiththedog,’saidKags,stoopingdowntoexaminetheanimal,wholaypantingonthefloor.‘Here!Giveussomewaterforhim;hehasrunhimselffaint.’

           ‘He’sdrunkitallup,everydrop,’saidChitlingafterwatchingthedogsometimeinsilence.‘Coveredwithmud—lame—halfblind—hemusthavecomealongway.’

           ‘Wherecanhehavecomefrom!’exclaimedToby.‘He’sbeentotheotherkensofcourse,andfindingthemfilledwithstrangerscomeonhere,wherehe’sbeenmanyatimeandoften.Butwherecanhehavecomefromfirst,andhowcomesheherealonewithouttheother!’

           ‘He’—(noneofthemcalledthemurdererbyhisoldname)—‘Hecan’thavemadeawaywithhimself.Whatdoyouthink?’saidChitling.

           Tobyshookhishead.

           ‘Ifhehad,’saidKags,‘thedog’udwanttoleadusawaytowherehedidit.No.Ithinkhe’sgotoutofthecountry,andleftthedogbehind.Hemusthavegivenhimtheslipsomehow,orhewouldn’tbesoeasy.’

           Thissolution,appearingthemostprobableone,wasadoptedastheright;thedog,creepingunderachair,coiledhimselfuptosleep,withoutmorenoticefromanybody.

           Itbeingnowdark,theshutterwasclosed,andacandlelightedandplaceduponthetable.Theterribleeventsofthelasttwodayshadmadeadeepimpressiononallthree,increasedbythedangeranduncertaintyoftheirownposition.

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