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'No. I don't know. I never see any differences in boys. I only know two sorts of boys - mealy boys, and beef-faced boys.'

'- that is, in some cases; because there are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.'

Oliver complied, marvelling where the people could be found to read such a great number of books as seemed to be written to make the world wiser,- which is still a marvel to more experienced people than Oliver Twist, every day of their lives.

'Stop thief! Stop thief!' There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast.

At length he [i.e. Fagin] put it [i.e. a trinket] down, as if despairing of success, and, leaning back in his chair, muttered-
'What a fine 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!'

'[...]; your bed's under the counter. You don't mind sleeping among the coffins, I suppose?'

'My boy!' said the old gentleman, leaning over the desk. Oliver started at the sound. He might be excused for doing so, for the words were kindly said, and a strange sound frightens one.

For a week after the commission of the impious and profane offence of asking for more, Oliver remained a close prisoner in the dark and solitary room to which he had been consigned by the wisdom and mercy of the board.

'Please, Sir, I want some more.'

'Why, you're quite a literary character, Sir!' said Mrs. Mann.