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Chapter 8

           ‘No.

           Thestrangeboywhistled;andputhisarmsintohispockets,asfarasthebigcoat-sleeveswouldletthemgo.

           ‘DoyouliveinLondon?’inquiredOliver.

           ‘Yes.Ido,whenI’mathome,’repliedtheboy.‘Isupposeyouwantsomeplacetosleepinto-night,don’tyou?’

           ‘Ido,indeed,’answeredOliver.‘IhavenotsleptunderaroofsinceIleftthecountry.

           ‘Don’tfretyoureyelidsonthatscore.saidtheyounggentleman.‘I’vegottobeinLondonto-night;andIknowa‘spectableoldgentlemanaslivesthere,wot’llgiveyoulodgingsfornothink,andneveraskforthechangethatis,ifanygenelmanheknowsinterducesyou.Anddon’theknowme?Oh,no!

           Notintheleast!Bynomeans.Certainlynot!’

           Theyounggentelmansmiled,asiftointimatethatthelatterfragmentsofdiscoursewereplayfullyironical;andfinishedthebeerashedidso.

           Thisunexpectedofferofshelterwastootemptingtoberesisted;especiallyasitwasimmediatelyfollowedup,bytheassurancethattheoldgentlemanreferredto,woulddoubtlessprovideOliverwithacomfortableplace,withoutlossoftime.Thisledtoamorefriendlyandconfidentialdialogue;fromwhichOliverdiscoveredthathisfriend’snamewasJackDawkins,andthathewasapeculiarpetandprotegeoftheelderlygentlemanbeforementioned.

           Mr.Dawkin’sappearancedidnotsayavastdealinfavourofthecomfortswhichhispatron’sinterestobtainedforthosewhomhetookunderhisprotection;

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