World
One afternoon, when the Rogue and young Bates were preparing for their evening's work, the first of the young gentlemen mentioned had the idea of taking care of the adornment of his own person (to do him justice, he was not usually subject to this weakness), and to this end he condescendingly ordered Oliver to assist him immediately in making his toilet. Oliver was glad of the opportunity to do a service, happy to see people around him, even if they were bad, eager to win the favor of those around him, if it could be achieved without committing dishonorable acts-that's why he did not think to object to such an offer. I watched them. Dodger At first he looked down at Oliver thoughtfully, and then, raising his head and sighing softly, he said, half to himself, half to young Bates,
" What a pity he isn't a pedant!"
"Yes," said young Charles Bates, " he doesn't understand his own advantage.
Dodger sighed again and picked up the phone again, and so did Charlie Bates. They both smoked in silence for a few seconds.
— You don't even know what a pedant is, do you?" Dodger asked thoughtfully.
"I think I do," Oliver said, looking up. - This is vo... you're one of them, aren't you? — What is it? " he stammered.
"Quite right," said the Dodger. — I wouldn't stoop to anything else."
Of course, stealing is good.
When Mr. Dawkins had announced this decision, he tipped his hat angrily on one side and looked at young Bates as if to challenge him.
"Quite right," repeated the Dodger. "And Charlie, and Fagin, and Sykes, and Nancy, and Beth. We are all Mazuriki, not excluding dogs. And she will be more mature than all of us!
— And she won't tell!" Charlie Bates added.
— She wouldn't have yapped in court for fear of talking.".. "No, not even if they tied her up there and didn't let her eat for two weeks," Dodger said.
"I wouldn't yap," Charlie said.
"A wonderful dog," the Dodger continued. — How fiercely she looks at a stranger who tries to laugh or sing in front of her! And how he grumbles when they play the violin! And he hates all dogs of other breeds! Oh!
"A real Christian!" Charlie said.
"All right," said the Dodger, returning to the subject from which they had diverted, for he had always remembered his profession. — This has nothing to do with our simpleton.
"That's right," Charlie agreed. "Oliver, why don't you go to Fagin's school?"
— And make a fortune all at once?" Dodger added, grinning.
— And then retire and live a noble life?" I'll do it myself, say, four leap years from now, and the next leap year, on the forty — second Tuesday in trinity week, " Charlie Bates said. Suddenly there was a pop.
Jack opened his mouth when Freckles slapped his companion. Charlie held his cheek. Her blow left a red mark.
—I've wanted to do this for a long time. Oliver won't be a thief. I won't be a pickpocket. I told you.
"You shouldn't have done that, dear. Dodger grinned. He took me by the waist and pushed the door open and locked it. I overheard them talking.
I don't like it, " Oliver said timidly. — I'd like to be released." To me... I'd like to leave.
"But Fagin doesn't want that!" Charlie objected.
Oliver knew this all too well, but considering it dangerous to express his feelings openly, he just sighed and continued to polish his boots.
"Leave!" "Ah!" exclaimed the Dodger. "Don't you have any shame?" And there is no pride! Would you like to leave and live off your friends?
"Damn it!" Young Bates exclaimed, pulling two or three silk handkerchiefs from his pocket and throwing them into the closet. — It's mean, that's what it is!
"I wouldn't do that," said the Rascal, in a tone of haughty contempt.
"Can you leave your friends," Oliver said with a pale smile, " and let them be punished for you?"
"Well, you know," said the Dodger, waving his pipe, — it was out of consideration for Fagin, for the bloodhounds know we work together, and he might have got into trouble if we hadn't got away...
Young Bates nodded in agreement, and was about to add something, when suddenly remembering Oliver's flight, he burst out laughing, and the smoke that he had inhaled got down the wrong throat, and he coughed and stamped his feet for about five minutes.
"Look!" "Oh!" said the Rascal, taking a handful of shillings and halfpence out of his pocket. "What a jolly life! What does it matter where they come from? Well, take it! There's still a lot left where they came from. What, you don't want to? Oh, you simpleton!
Angelica rolled her eyes at them.
— That's very bad, isn't it, Oliver?" "He'll end up hanging for it, won't he?"
"I don't know what that means," Oliver said.
"Here's the thing, my friend! Charlie said.
So saying, young Bates seized the end of his cravat, jerked it up, and, with his head on one side, made a strange noise between his teeth, explaining by this merry pantomime that hanging and hanging are one and the same thing.
"That's what it means," Charlie said. "Look, Jack, how he's gawking!" I've never seen such a simpleton before,
Young Charles Bates, laughing again until the tears came to his eyes, picked up his pipe.
"You have been ill — bred," said the Dodger, looking with great pleasure at his boots, which Oliver had polished. However, Fagin will make something of you, or you'll be the first one he couldn't get anything out of. You'd better start at once, because you're going to have to take up this trade anyway, and you're wasting your time, Oliver.
And get it into your head. Noli, "said the Rascal, when he heard the Jew unlock the door upstairs," if you don't carry the wipers and the tickers...
" "He doesn't know what you're talking about."
"If you don't carry handkerchiefs and watches," said the Dodger, adapting his speech to Oliver's level of development, " someone else will steal them anyway. It'll make it bad for the people who steal it, and it'll make it bad for you, and no one will benefit from it except the guy who pockets it, and you have just as much right to it as he does.
"That's right! "What is it?" said the Jew, who had entered the room without being seen by Oliver. — It's all very simple, my dear; very simple, you can take the Rascal's word for it. Ha-ha-ha! He knows the ABC of his craft.
The old man rubbed his hands together merrily, confirming the Rascal's reasoning, and chuckled in admiration of his pupil's abilities.
In short, the cunning old Jew had entangled the boy in his nets. Angelica sighed.
"Dodge, if you're here to deliver some more humiliation… I asked.
Dodger: if we continue our feud we'll both die I love myself too much to let that happen I suspect you think the same about loving yourself take it higher
-and what do you suggest, Dodge?
- a peace agreement? He asked.
—Why not name the deceiver's agreement?" I asked.
"Dodger, we'll keep blaming each other for what happened, it wasn't anyone's fault it was fate if Oliver hadn't gone with you, if he hadn't been caught and Fagin hadn't brought him back."
Dodger: this we will always carry with us.
"The world?"I held out my hand and he shook it and I pulled it back