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'And what good would that do? inquired the unsentimental Mr. Sikes. 'Unless you could pitch over a file and twenty yards of good stout rope, you might as well be walking fifty mile off, or not walking at all, for all the good it would do me. Come on, and don't stand preaching there. The girl burst into a laugh; drew her shawl more closely round her; and they walked away.
"One of the devil's own imps; I'd a heap rather play with a rattlesnake than him." He paused, to assure him self that Sikes was safely out of hearing. "I thought maybe I better tell yer while I had a chance. That fellar is plumb pisen, miss." She reached out her hand, and touched him. "Thank you," she said gratefully, "I I am glad you did. Am am I to be left here with these these men?"
Sikes the more; who, dropping on his knees, began to assail the animal most furiously.
Micawber and Mrs. Gamp and Mr. Pecksniff and Betsy Trotwood and Bill Sikes and Dick Swiveller and Bob Sawyer and Sam Weller and Mark Tapley and Old Scrooge.
His shout was heard not only at the little hotel across the street from the station, but at the city limits of Rockvale a good mile away. Rockvale answered the shout as a clan answering the beacozes flare. When Curt Sikes shouted it meant news. His messages along the line had little effect.
Here, Bill, wrench the shutter open. He's game enough now, I'll engage. I've seen older hands of his age took the same way, for a minute or two, on a cold night. Sikes, invoking terrific imprecations upon Fagin's head for sending Oliver on such an errand, plied the crowbar vigorously, but with little noise.
And there was little to put him on his guard in the touch of his adversaries, which was only less light than his own. "I am not very fond of Mr. Sikes," announced the barrister, like a man who had got his cue. "But he was prehistoric," rejoined my lord. "A lot of blood has flowed under the razor since the days of Sweet William."
Crackit laughed immensely, and honoured Oliver with a long stare of astonishment. 'Now, said Sikes, as he resumed his seat, 'if you'll give us something to eat and drink while we're waiting, you'll put some heart in us; or in me, at all events. Sit down by the fire, younker, and rest yourself; for you'll have to go out with us again to-night, though not very far off.
Here the end holds good in art, but the art was not good from the first. But then, again, neither does Bill Sikes experience a change of heart, nor Jonas Chuzzlewit; and the end of each is most excellently told. George Meredith said that the most difficult thing to write in fiction was dialogue.
"I have also made up my mind to do the same," answered Mrs. Sikes. "William is so disgusted that he wants to go even if he has to sell our property for half its value. Then he thinks that in New York he can go under treatment in one of the many great hospitals there. He has improved so much that he believes final recovery possible.
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