oliver twist(雾都孤儿(孤星血泪))-第19章
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such times； a mortal knows just enough of what his mind is doing；
to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers； its
bounding from earth and spurning time and space； when freed
from the restraint of its corporeal associate。
Oliver was precisely in this condition。 He saw the Jew with his
half…closed eyes； heard his low whistling； and recognised the
sound of the spoon grating against the saucepan’s sides； and yet
the self…same senses were mentally engaged； at the same time； in
busy action with almost everybody he had ever known。
When the coffee was done； the Jew drew the saucepan to the
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hob。 Standing； then； in an irresolute attitude for a few minutes； as
if he did not well know how to employ himself； he turned round
and looked at Oliver； and called him by his name。 He did not
answer； and was to all appearance asleep。
After satisfying himself upon this head； the Jew stepped gently
to the door； which he fastened。 He then drew forth； as it seemed to
Oliver； from some trap in the floor； a small box； which he placed
carefully on the table。 His eyes glistened as he raised the lid； and
looked in。 Dragging an old chair to the table； he sat down； and
took from it a magnificent gold watch； sparkling with jewels。
“Aha！” said the Jew； shrugging up his shoulders； and distorting
every feature with a hideous grin。 “Clever dogs！ Clever dogs！
Staunch to the last！ Never told the old parson where they were。
Never peached upon old Fagin！ And why should they？ It wouldn’t
have loosened the knot； or kept the drop up； a minute longer。 No；
no； no！ Fine fellows！ Fine fellows！”
With these； and other muttered reflections of the like nature；
the Jew once more deposited the watch in its place of safety。 At
least half a dozen more were severally drawn forth from the same
box； and surveyed with equal pleasure； besides rings； brooches；
bracelets； and other articles of jewellery； of such magnificent
materials； and costly workmanship； that Oliver had no idea； even
of their names。
Having replaced these trinkets； the Jew took out another； so
small that it lay in the palm of his hand。 There seemed to be some
very minute inscription on it； for the Jew laid it flat upon the table；
and； shading it with his hand； pored over it； long and earnestly。 At
length he put it down； as if despairing of success； and； leaning
back in his chair； muttered：
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“What a line thing capital punishment is！ Dead men never
repent； dead men never bring awkward stories to light。 Ah； it’s a
fine thing for the trade！ Five of ’em strung up in a row； and none
left to play booty； or turn white…livered！”
As the Jew uttered these words； his bright； dark eyes； which
had been staring vacantly before him； fell on Oliver’s face； the
boy’s eyes were fixed on his in mute curiosity； and although the
recognition was only for an instant—for the briefest space of time
that can possibly be conceived—it was enough to show the old
man that he had been observed。 He closed the lid of the box with a
loud crash； and； laying his hand on a bread…knife which was on the
table； started furiously up。 He trembled very much though； for；
even in his terror； Oliver could see that the knife quivered in the
air。
“What’s that？” said the Jew。 “What do you watch me for？ Why
are you awake？ What have you seen？ Speak out； boy！ Quick—
quick！ for your life！”
“I wasn’t able to sleep any longer； sir；” replied Oliver meekly。 “I
am very sorry if I have disturbed you； sir。”
“You were not awake an hour ago？” said the Jew； scowling
fiercely on the boy。
“No！ No； indeed！” replied Oliver。
“Are you sure？” cried the Jew； with a still fiercer look than
before； and a threatening attitude。
“Upon my word I was not； sir；” replied Oliver earnestly。 “I was
not； indeed； sir。”
“Tush； tush； my dear！” said the Jew； abruptly resuming his old
manner； and playing with the knife a little； before he laid it down；
as if to induce the belief that he had caught it up； in mere sport。
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“Of course I know that； my dear。 I only tried to frighten you。
You’re a brave boy。 Ha！ ha！ you’re a brave boy； Oliver！” The Jew
rubbed his hands with a chuckle； but glanced uneasily at the box；
notwithstanding。
“Did you see any of these pretty things； my dear？” said the Jew；
laying his hand upon it after a short pause。
“Yes； sir；” replied Oliver。
‘‘Ah！” said the Jew； turning rather pale。 “They—they’re mine；
Oliver； my little property。 All I have to live upon； in my old age。
The folks call me a miser； my dear。 Only a miser； that’s all。”
Oliver thought the old gentleman must be a decided miser to
live in such a dirty place； with so many watches； but； thinking that
perhaps his fondness for the Dodger and the other boys cost him a
good deal of money； he only cast a deferential look at the Jew； and
asked if he might get up。
“Certainly； my dear； certainly；” replied the old gentleman。
“Stay。 There’s a pitcher of water in the corner by the door。
Bring it here： and I’ll give you a basin to wash in； my dear。”
Oliver got up； walked across the room； and stooped for an
instant to raise the pitcher。 When he turned his head； the box was
gone。
He had scarcely washed himself； and made everything tidy； by
emptying the basin out of the window； agreeable to the Jew’s
directions； when the Dodger returned； accompanied by a very
sprightly young friend； whom Oliver had seen smoking on the
previous night； and who was now formally introduced to him as
Charley Bates。 The four sat down； to breakfast； on the coffee； and
some hot rolls and ham which the Dodger had brought home in
the crown of his hat。
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“Well；” said the Jew； glancing slyly at Oliver； and addressing
himself to the Dodger； “I hope you’ve been at work this morning；
my dears？”
“Hard；” replied the Dodger。
“As nails；” added Charley Bates。
“Good boys； good boys！” said the Jew。 “What have you got；
Dodger？”
“A couple of pocket…books；” replied that young gentleman。
“Lined？” inquired the Jew； with eagerness。
“Pretty well；” replied the Dodger； producing two pocket…books；
one green； and the other red。
“Not so heavy as they might be；” said the Jew； after looking at
the insides carefully； “but very neat and nicely made。 Ingenious
workman； ain’t he； Oliver？”
“Very； indeed； sir；” said Oliver。 At which Mr。 Charles Bates
laughed uproariously； very much to the amazement of Oliver； who
saw nothing to laugh at； in anything that had passed。
“And what have you got； my dear？” said Fagin to Charley
Bates。
“Wipes；” replied Master Bates； at the same time producing four
pocket…handkerchiefs。
“Well；” said the Jew； inspecting them closely； “they’re very
good ones—very。 You haven’t marked them well； though； Charley；
so the marks shall be picked out with a needle； and we’ll teach
Oliver how to do it。 Shall us； Oliver； eh？ Ha！ ha！ ha！”
“If you please； sir；” said Oliver。
“You’d like to be able to make pocket…handkerchiefs as easy as
Charley Bates； wouldn’t you； my dear？” said the Jew。
“Very much； indeed； if you’ll teach me； sir；” replied Oliver。
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Master Bates saw something so exquisitely ludicrous in this
reply； that he burst into another laugh； which laugh； meeting the
coffee he was drinking； and carrying it down some wrong channel；
very nearly terminated in his premature suffocation。
“He is so jolly green！” said Charley when he recovered； as an
apology to the company for his unpolite behaviour。
The Dodger said nothing； but he smoothed Oliver’s hair over
his eyes； and said he’d know better； by and by； upon which the old
gentleman； observing Oliver’s colour mounting； changed the
subject by asking whether there had been much of a crowd at the
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