Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 28, 2025
Seated round the table were four or five boys, none older than the Dodger, smoking long clay pipes, and drinking spirits with the air of middle-aged men. These all crowded about their associate as he whispered a few words to the Jew; and then turned round and grinned at Oliver. So did the Jew himself, toasting-fork in hand. 'This is him, Fagin, said Jack Dawkins;'my friend Oliver Twist.
Born and bred in the army, taught from early boyhood to ride and shoot, to spar and swim, spending his vacation in saddle and his schooldays in unwilling study, an adept in every healthful and exhilarating sport, keen with rifle and revolver, with shotgun and rod, with bat and racquet, with the gloves and Indian clubs, the nimblest quarter-back and dodger, the swiftest runner of his school, it must be owned that Mr.
Why, all my life I've lived with thieves, and drunkards, and bunco men, and " "But I'm sure you don't like it. You are fit for something better." "Do you really think so?" asked Dodger, doubtfullly. "Yes; you have a good face. You were meant to be good and honest, I am sure." "Would you trust me?" asked the boy, earnestly, fixing his large, dark eyes eloquently on the face of Florence.
"Well," said the Jew, "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 the young gentleman. "Lined?" inquired the Jew, with eagerness. "Pretty well," replied the Dodger, producing two pocket-books.
"Shure I'd miss him myself; but it isn't the first time he has been out late." "Perhaps that terrible Tim Bolton has got hold of him," suggested Florence. "Tim isn't so bad, Florence. He isn't fit company for the likes of you, but there's worse men nor Tim." "Didn't he send out Dodger to commit a burglary?" "And if he hadn't you'd never made Dodger's acquaintance."
"I've been sick at home all day, Prudy," said she; "and I s'pose you've been having a good time." "Splendid! And Lightning Dodger brought us home." "Who's Lightning Dodger?" "Why, Aunt Martha's horse; don't you know? They call him that because they say he goes so fast the lightning don't have time to hit him." "O, you don't believe it do you?" cried Dotty; "I guess that's poetry."
I believe you are a true friend of Dodger " "And of yours, too, miss " "I believe it," she said, with a smile that quite captivated Tim. "If it would be any satisfaction to you, Miss Florence," he continued, "I'll give Curtis Waring a lickin'. He deserves it for persecutin' you and gettin' you turned out of your uncle's house." "Thank you, Mr.
"Have you any idea of going to the mines when you get money enough?" "I think I would prefer to remain in the city." "Good! How is your education?" "I have never been to college," answered Dodger, with a smile. "Good! I don't care for your college men. I am a practical man myself." "I am a poor scholar, but Mr. Leslie tells me I write a fair hand." "Let me see a specimen of your writing."
"Now, you can go!" said Curtis, in a tone of authority. The negro bowed, and after he had disposed of the waiter, withdrew. "Do you know me, boy?" asked Curtis, turning now and addressing Dodger. "Yes; you are Mr. Waring." "You remember where you last saw me?" "Yes, sir. At your uncle's house on Madison Avenue." "Quite right." "How did you come here?
"Yes, sir," answered Dodger, for he had decided to adopt the name. "We ought to become close friends, for we are, I believe, the only passengers." "Then you are a passenger, too?" said Dodger, deciding, after a brief scrutiny, that he should like his new acquaintance. "Yes. My name is Randolph Leslie.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking