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Oliver held up the bottom of the pocket with one hand, as he had seen the Dodger hold it, and drew the handkerchief lightly out of it with the other. "Is it gone?" cried the Jew. "Here it is, sir," said Oliver, showing it in his hand. "You're a clever boy, my dear," said the playful old gentleman, patting Oliver on the head approvingly. "I never saw a sharper lad. Here's a shilling for you.
"What does he want of me?" "He wants you to come home. He says he can't get along without you." "He will have to get along without me," said the boy, independently. "Tell him I'm not goin' back!" "You're wrong, Dodger," said Hooker, shaking his head, solemnly. "Ain't he your father?" "No, he ain't." "He says he is," continued Hooker, looking puzzled. "That don't make it so."
'Aw, that's easy, he says " 'Sojer, sojer, Diddy, diddy, dodger! "'Now hand me over the money, he says. I could have slapped his ear." Almost as he ended his simple story, the procession came to a halt: the strains of Tom Bowling changed into noisy and, on the part of the ladies, very unladylike expostulations. Mr. Jope started forward and leaned out of the window. "I think," said the Rev. Mr.
"You'll get used to it. Bless me, you'll stand it like an old sailor before we get to 'Frisco." "Is it a long voyage, captain?" asked Dodger. "Five months, probably. We may get there a little sooner. It depends on the winds and weather." "Five months," said Dodger to himself, in a tone of dismay. The captain laughed.
"I can't tell; it wouldn't be square." "He must be a very wicked man." "Well, he ain't exactly what you call an angel, but I've seen wuss men than the guv'nor." "Do you mind telling me your own name?" "No; for I know you won't peach on me. Tom Dodger." "Dodger?" "Yes." "That isn't a surname." "It's all I've got. That's what I'm always called."
But I could not accept stolen money. It would be as bad as if I, too, were a thief." "I am not a thief! That is, I won't be any more." "And you will give up your plan of robbing my uncle?" "Yes, I will; though I don't know what my guv'nor will say. He'll half murder me, I expect. He'll be sure to cut up rough." "Do right, Dodger, whatever happens. Promise me that you will never steal again?"
Curtis thrust his hand into the pockets of the boy, who, boy as he was, was as tall as himself, but was not repaid by the discovery of anything. He was very much perplexed. "Didn't you throw the articles on the floor?" he demanded, suspiciously. "No, I didn't." "You didn't give them to the young lady?" "No; if I had she'd have said so." "Humph! this is strange. What is your name?" "Dodger."
Where is the document you took from my uncle's desk on the night of the burglary?" And he emphasized the last word. Dodger looked surprised. "I took no paper," he said. "Do you deny that you opened the desk?" asked Curtis. "No." "When I came to examine the contents in the presence of my uncle, it was found that a document his will had disappeared, and with it a considerable sum of money."
"I would stay if it were not very important for me to return to New York, Mr. Tucker. I do not expect to get a place in New York as good." "If you come back to San Francisco at any time, I will make a place for you." "Thank you, sir." Mrs. Waring was overjoyed when Dodger called upon her and offered to take her back to New York. "I shall see Curtis again," she said. "How can I ever thank you?"
But Dodger, though unwilling to disturb her dreams of happiness, thought it exceedingly doubtful if her husband would be equally glad to see her. When Florence left the employ of Mrs. Leighton she had a few dollars as a reserve fund. As this would not last long, she at once made an effort to obtain employment.
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