got any sister, or father and mother either. "Why, it's Nancy!" exclaimed Oliver, who now saw her face for the first time, and started back in irrepressible astonishment. "You see he knows me," cried Nancy, appealing to the bystanders. "He can't help himself. Make him come home, there's good people, or he 'll kill his dear mother and father, and break my heart!" "What the devil's this?" said a man bursting out of a beer-shop, with a white dog at his heels; "young Oliver! Come home to your poor mother, you young dog! come home directly." "I don't belong to them. I don't know them. Help! help!" cried Oliver, struggling in the man's powerful grasp. Help!" repeated the man. "Yes; I'll help you, you young rascal! What books are these? You've been a stealing 'em, have you? Give 'em here!" With these words the man tore the volumes from his grasp, and struck him violently on the head. "That's right!” cried a looker-on, from a garret window. "That's the only way of bringing him to his senses!" "To be sure," cried a sleepy-faced carpenter, casting an approving look at the garret-window. "It'll do him good!" said the two wo men. "And he shall have it, too!" rejoined the man, administering another blow, and seizing Oliver by the collar. "Come on, you young villain! Here, Bull's-eye, mind him, boy! mind him!" Weak with recent illness, stupified by the blows and the suddenness of the attack, terrified by the fierce growling of the dog and the brutality of the man, and overpowered by the conviction of the by- | standers that he was really the hardened little wretch he was described to be, what could one poor child do? Darkness had set in; it was a low neighbourhood; no help was near; resistance was useless. In another moment he was dragged into a labyrinth of dark, narrow courts, and forced along them at a pace which rendered the few cries he dared give utterance to, wholly unintelligible. It was of little moment, indeed, whether they were intelligible or not, for there was nobody to care for them had they been ever so plain. win was waiting anxiously at the open door; the servant had run up the street twenty times, to see if there were any traces of Oliver; and still the two old gentlemen sat perseveringly in the dark parlour, with the watch between them. CHAPTER THE SIXTEENTH Relates what became of Oliver Twist, after he had been claimed by Nancy. THE narrow streets and courts at length terminated in a large open space, scattered about which, were pens for beasts, and other indications of a cattle-market. Sikes slackened his pace when they reached this spot, the girl being unable to sup port any longer the rapid rate at which they had hitherto walked; and. turning to Oliver, commanded him roughly to take hold of Nancy's hand. "Do you hear?" growled Sikes, as Oliver hesitated, and looked round. They were in a dark corner, quite out of the track of passengers, and Oliver saw but too plainly that resistance would be of no avail. He held out his hand, which Nancy clasped tight in hers. "Give me the other," said Sikes, seizing Oliver's unoccupied hand. "Here, Bull's-eye!" The dog looked up, and growled. "See here, boy!" said Sikes, putting his other hand to Oliver's throat, and uttering a savage oath; "if he speaks ever so soft a word, hold him! D'ye mind?” The dog growled again, and licking his lips, eyed Oliver as if he were anxious to attach himself to his windpipe without any unnecessary delay. "He's as willing as a Christian, strike me blind if he isn't!” said Sikes, regarding the animal with a kind of grim and ferocious approval. "Now you know what you 've got to expect, master, so call away as quick as you like; the dog will soon stop the game. Get on, young 'un!" Bull's-eye wagged his tail in acknowledgment of this unusually endearing form of speech, and, giving vent to another admonitory growl for the benefit of Oliver, led the way onward. It was Smithfield they were crossing, although it might have been Grosvenor Square, for anything Oliver knew to the contrary. The night was dark and foggy, and it was just beginning to rain. The The gas-lamps were lighted; Mrs. Bed- lights in the shops could scarcely struggle * * * through the heavy mist, which thickened | every moment, and shrouded the streets and houses in gloom, rendering the strange place still stranger in Oliver's eyes, and making his uncertainty the more dismal and depressing. They had hurried on a few paces, when a deep church-bell struck the hour. With its first stroke his two conductors stopped, and turned their heads in the direction whence the sound proceeded. 66 Eight o'clock, Bill,” said Nancy, when the bell ceased. "What's the good of telling me that; I can hear, can't I?" replied Sikes. "I wonder whether they can hear it," said Nancy. "Of course they can," replied Sikes. "It was Bartlemy time when I was shop ped, and there warn't a penny trumpet in the fair as I couldn't hear the squeaking Arter I was locked up for the night, the row and din outside made the thundering old jail so silent, that I could almost have beat my brains out against the iron plates of the door." on. heavily, and those they did meet appearing from their looks to hold much the same position in society as Mr. Sikes himself. At length they turned into a very filthy narrow street, nearly full of oldclothes shops; and, the dog running forward as if conscious that there was no further occasion of his keeping on guard, stopped before the door of a shop which was closed and apparently untenanted, for the house was in a ruinous condition, and upon the door was nailed a board in timating that it was to let, which looked as if it had hung there for many years. "All right," said Sikes, looking cau tiously about. Nancy stooped below the shutters, and Oliver heard the sound of a bell. They crossed to the opposite side of the street, and stood for a few moments under a lamp A noise, as if a sash-window were gently raised, was heard, and soon afterwards the door softly opened; upon which Mr Sikes seized the terrified boy by the col lar with very little ceremony, and all three were quickly inside the house. The passage was perfectly dark, and they waited while the person who had let them in, chained and barred the door. Anybody here?" inquired Sikes. 66 66 "No," replied a voice, which Oliver thought he had heard before. "Is the old 'un here?" asked the robber. Yes," replied the voice; "and precious down in the mouth he has been. Won't he be glad to see you? Oh, no." The style of this reply, as well as the voice that delivered it, seemed familiar to Oliver's ears; but it was impossible to distinguish even the form of the speaker in the darkness. "Wait a minute," said the girl; "I wouldn't hurry by, if it was you that was coming out to be hung the next time eight o'clock struck, Bill. I'd walk round and "Let's have a glim," said Sikes, “or round the place till I dropped, if the snow we shall go breaking our necks, or treadwas on the ground, and I hadn't a shawling on the dog. Look after your legs if to cover me.' you do, that's all." "And what good would that do?" in- "Stand still a moment, and I'll get you quired the unsentimental Mr. Sikes. "Un-one," replied the voice. The receding less you could pitch over a file and twenty yards of good stout rope, you might as well be walking fifty miles off, or not walking at all, for all the good it would do me. Come on, will you, and don't stand preaching there." The girl burst into a laugh, drew her shawl more closely round her, and they walked away. But Oliver felt her hand tremble, and, looking up in her face as they passed a gas-lamp, saw that it had turned a deadly white. They walked on by little-frequented and dirty ways, for a full half-hour, meting very few people, for it now rained footsteps of the speaker were heard, and in another minute the form of Mr. John Dawkins, otherwise the artful Dodger, ap peared, bearing in his right hand a tallow candle stuck in the end of a cleft stick. The young gentleman did not stop to bestow any other mark of recognition upon Oliver than a humorous grin; but turning away, beckoned the visitors to follow him down a flight of stairs. They crossed an empty kitchen, and, opening the door of a low earthy-smelling room, which seemed to have been built in a small back-yard, were received with & shout of laughter. "Oh, my wig, my wig!" cried Master Charles Bates, from whose lungs the laughter had proceeded; "here he is! oh, cry, here he is! Oh, Fagin, look at him; Fagin, do look at him! I can't bear it; it is such a jolly game, I can't bear it. Hold me, somebody, while I laugh it out." With this irrepressible ebullition of mirth, Master Bates laid himself flat on the floor, and kicked convulsively for five minutes in an ecstacy of facetious joy. Then jumping to his feet, he snatched the cleft stick from the Dodger, and, advancing to Oliver, viewed him round and round, while the Jew, taking off his nightcap, made a great number of low bows to the bewildered boy; the Artful meantime, who was of a rather saturnine disposition, and seldom gave way to merriment when it interfered with business, rifling his pockets with steady assiduity. "Look at his togs, Fagin!" said Charley, putting the light so close to Oliver's new jacket as nearly to set him on fire. "Look at his togs!-superfine cloth, and the heavy-swell cut! Oh, my eye, what a game! And his books, too;-nothing but a gentleman, Fagin!" "Delighted to see you looking so well, my dear," said the Jew, bowing with mock humility. "The Artful shall give you another suit, my dear, for fear you should spoil that Sunday one. Why didn't you write, my dear, and say you were coming-we'd have got something warm for supper." At this, Master Bates roared again, so loud that Fagin himself relaxed, and even the Dodger smiled; but as the Artful drew forth the five-pound note at that instant, it is doubtful whether the sally or the discovery awakened his merriment. "Hallo! what's that?" inquired Sikes, stepping forward as the Jew seized the note. "That's mine, Fagin." "No, no, my dear," said the Jew. "Mine, Bill, mine; you shall have the books. Nancy and me has got nothing else to do with our precious time but to spend it in scouting arter and kidnapping every young boy as gets grabbed through you? Give it here, you avaricious old skeleton; give it here!" With this gentle remonstrance, Mr. Sikes plucked the note from between the Jew's finger and thumb; and looking the old man coolly in the face, folded it up small, and tied it in his neckerchief. "That's for our share of the trouble," said Sikes; "and not half enough, neither. You may keep the books, if you're fond of reading; and if not, you can sell 'em." "They're very pretty," said Charles Bates, who with certain grimaces had been affecting to read one of the volumes in question; "beautiful writing, isn't it, Oliver?" and at sight of the dismayed look with which Oliver regarded his tor mentors, Master Bates, who was blessed with a lively sense of the ludicrous, fell into another ecstacy more boisterous than the first. 66 They belong to the old gentleman," said Oliver, wringing his hands,—" to the good, kind old gentleman who took me into his house, and had me nursed when I was near dying of the fever. Oh, pray send them back; send him back the books and money! Keep me here all my life long; but pray, pray send them back! He'll think I stole them;-the old lady, all of them that were so kind to me, will think I stole them. Oh, do have mercy upon me, and send them back!" With these words, which were uttered with all the energy of passionate grief, Oliver fell upon his knees at the Jew's feet, and beat his hands together in perfect desperation. "The boy's right," remarked Fagin, looking covertly round, and knitting his shaggy eyebrows into a hard knot. "You're right, Oliver, you're right; they will think you have stolen 'em. Ha! ha!" chuckled the Jew, rubbing his hands; "it couldn't have happened better if we had chosen our time!" "Of course it couldn't," replied Sikes; "I know'd that, directly I see him coming through Clerkenwell with the books under his arm. It's all right enough. They're soft-hearted psalm-singers. or they wouldn't have took him in at all, and they'll ask no questions arter him, fear they should be obliged to prosecute, and so get him lagged. He's safe enough.' Oliver had looked from one to the other while these words were being spoken. as if he were bewildered and could scarcely understand what passed; but when Bill Sikes concluded, he jumped suddenly to his feet, and tore wildly from the room, uttering shrieks for help that made the bare old house echo to the roof. 66 Keep back the dog, Bill!" cried Nancy, springing before the door, and closing it as the Jew and his two pupils darted out in pursuit; "keep back the dog; he'll tear the boy to pieces." "Serve him right!" cried Sikes, struggling to disengage himself from the girl's grasp. "Stand off from me, or I'll split your skull against the wall!" "I don't care for that, Bill; I don't care for that," screamed the girl, struggling violently with the man: "the child shan't be torn down by the dog, unless you kill me first." "Shan't he!" said Sikes, setting his teeth fiercely. "I'll soon do that, if you don't keep off.” The housebreaker flung the girl from him to the further end of the room, just as the Jew and the two boys returned, dragging Oliver among them. "What's the matter here!" said the Jew, looking round. "The girl's gone mad, I think," replied Sikes savagely. 66 No, she hasn't," said Nancy, pale and breathless from the scuffle; "no, she hasn't, Fagin: don't think it." "Then keep quiet, will you?" said the Jew with a threatening look. "No, I won't do that either," replied Nancy, speaking very loud. "Come, what do you think of that?" Mr. Fagin was sufficiently well acquainted with the manners and customs of that particular species of humanity to which Miss Nancy belonged, to feel tolerably certain that it would be rather unsafe to prolong any conversation with her at present. With the view of diverting the attention of the company, he turned to Oliver. "So you wanted to get away, my dear, did you?" said the Jew, taking up a jagged and knotted club which lay in a corner of the fire-place; "eh?" Oliver made no reply, but he watched the Jew's motions and breathed quickly. "Wanted to get assistance,-called for did you?" sneered the Jew, "We'll the arm. the police, The Jew inflicted a smart blow on Oliver's shoulders with the club, and was raising it for a second, when the girl, rushing forward, wrested it from his hand, and flung it into the fire with a force that brought some of the glowing coals whirling out into the room. "I won't stand by and see it done, Fagin," cried the girl. "You've got the boy, and what more would you have? Let him be-let him be, or I shall put the mark on some of you that will bring me to the gallows before my time!" The girl stamped her foot violently on the floor as she vented this threat; and with her lips compressed, and her hands clenched, looking alternately at the Jew and the other robber, her face quite colourless from the passion of rage into which she had gradually worked herself. Why, Nancy!" said the Jew in a soothing tone, after a pause, during which he and Mr. Sikes had stared at one another in a disconcerted manner, 66 youyou 're more clever than ever to-night. Ha! ha! my dear, you are acting beautifully." 66 "Am I" said the girl. "Take care I don't overdo it: you will be the worse for it, Fagin, if I do; and so I tell you in good time to keep clear of me." There is something about a roused woman, especially if she add to all her other strong passions the fierce impulses of recklessness and despair, which few men like to provoke. The Jew saw that it would be hopeless to affect any further mistake regarding the reality of Miss Nancy's rage; and, shrinking involunta rily back, a few paces, cast a glance, halfimploring and half-cowardly, at Sikes, as if to hint that he was the fittest person to pursue the dialogue. Mr. Sikes thus mutely appealed to, and possibly feeling his personal pride and influence interested in the immediate reduction of Miss Nancy to reason, gave utterance to about a couple of score of curses and threats, the rapid delivery of which reflected great credit on the fertility of his invention. As they produced no visible effect on the object against whom they were discharged, however, he resorted to more tangible arguments. "What do you mean by this?" said Sikes, backing the inquiry with a very common imprecation concerning the most beautiful of human features, which, if it were heard above, only once out of every fifty thousand times it is uttered below, would render blindness as common a disorder as measles; "what do you mean hy it? Burn my body! do you know who and what you are!" you are, "Oh, yes, 1 n.. the girl, now all about it,” replied laughing hysterically, and shak ing her head from side to side, with a poor assumption of indifference. "Well, then, keep quiet," rejoined Sikes with a growl like that he was accustomed to use when addressing his dog, "or I'll quiet you for a good long time to come. The girl laughed again, even less composedly than before, and, darting a hasty look at Sikes, turned her face aside, and bit her lip till the blood came. "She's all right now," said Sikes, 'aying her down in a corner. "She's uncommon strong in the arms when she's up in this way." The Jew wiped his forehead, and smiled, as if it were a relief to have the disturb ance over; but neither he, nor Sikes, nor the dog, nor the boys, seemed to consider it in any other light than a common occurrence incidental to business. "It's the worst of having to do with women," said the Jew, replacing the club; but they're clever, and we can't get on in our line without 'em.-Charley, show Oliver to bed." "You're a nice one," added Sikes, as he surveyed her with a contemptuous air," "to take up the humane and genteel side! A pretty subject for the child, as you call him, to make a friend of!" "God Almighty help me, I am!" cried the girl passionately; "and I wish I had been struck dead in the street, or changed places with them we passed so near tonight, before I had lent a hand in bringing him here. He's a thief, a liar, a devil, all that's bad, from this night forth; isn't that enough for the old wretch without blows?" "Come, come, Sikes," said the Jew, appealing to him in a remonstratory tone, and motioning towards the boys, who were eagerly attentive to all that passed; "we must have civil words, civil words, Bill!" "Civil words!" cried the girl, whose passion was frightful to see. "Civil words, you villain! Yes; you deserve 'em from me. I thieved for you when I was a child not half as old as this (pointing to Oliver). I have been in the same trade, and the same service, for twelve years since; don't you know it? Speak out! don't you know it?" "Well, well!" replied the Jew, with an attempt at pacification; "and if you have, it's your living!" 66 Ah, it is!" returned the girl, not speaking, but pouring out the words in one continuous and vehement scream. "It is my living, and the cold, wet, dirty streets are my home; and you're the wretch that drove me to them long ago, and that'll keep me there day and night, day and night, till I die !" "I shall do you a mischief!" interposed the Jew, goaded by these reproaches; "a mischief worse than that, if you say much more!" The girl said nothing more; but tearing her hair and dress in a transport of phrensy, made such a rush at the Jew as would probably have left signal marks of her revenge upon him, had not her wrists been seized by Sikes at the right moment; upon which she made a few ineffectual struggles, and fainted. "I suppose he'd better not wear his best clothes to-morrow, Fagin, had he?" inquired Charley Bates. "Certainly not," replied the Jew, recip rocating the grin with which Charley put the question. Master Bates, apparently much delighted with his commission, took the cleft stick, and led Oliver into an adjacent kitchen, where there were two or three of the beds on which he had slept before; and here, with many uncontrollable bursts of laughter, he produced the identical old suit of clothes which Oliver had so much congratulated himself upon leaving off at Mr. Brownlow's, and the accidental display of which to Fagin by the Jew who purchased them, had been the very first clue received of his whereabout. "Pull off the smart ones," said Charley, "and I'll give 'em to Fagin to take care of. What fun it is!" Poor Oliver unwillingly complied; and Master Bates, rolling up the new clothes under his arm, departed from the room, leaving Oliver in the dark, and locking the door behind him. The noise of Charley's laughter, and the voice of Miss Betsy, who opportunely arrived to throw water over her friend, and perform other feminine offices for the promotion of her recovery, might have kept many people awake under more happy circumstances than those in which Oliver was placed; but he was sick and weary, and soon fell sound asleep. CHAPTER THE SEVENTEENTH Oliver's destiny continuing unpropitious, brings a great man to London to injure his reputation. IT is the custom on the stage in all good, murderous melo-dramas, to present the tragic and the comic scenes in us regular alternation as the layers of red |