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"This is him, Fagin," said Jack Dawkins, "my friend Oliver Twist."Fagin grinned, took Oliver by the hand and asked him to join them.At least half a dozen more were taken from the same box, and surveyed with equal pleasure, as well as rings, brooches, bracelets, and other articles of jewellery, of such magnificent materials, and costly workmanship, that Oliver had no idea, even of their names.His eyes glistened sas he raised the lid, and looked in. Dragging an old chair to the table, he sat down and took from it a magnificent gold watch, sparkling with jewels.There was no one in the room but Fagin, who was boiling some coffee in a saucepan for breakfast and whistling softly to himself as he stirred it round and round, with an iron spoon.He closed the lid of the box with a loud crash, and, laying his hand on a bread knife which was on the table, furiously stood up. Even in this terror, Oliver could see that Fagin was shaking a lot though, for the knife quivered in the air.Immediately afterwards he felt himself gently lifted on to one of the sacks, and then he sunk into a deep sleep.As Fagin examined the treasures, his bright dark eyes, which had been staring at the riches before him, fell on Oliver's face."Ah, you're staring at the handkerchiefs! There is a good many of them, isn't there? We're just getting them ready for the wash, that's all, Oliver, that's all. Haha!"The end of this speech received a boisterous shout from all the pupils of the merry old gentleman The old gentleman then invited them to start dinner.

"This is him, Fagin," said Jack Dawkins, "my friend Oliver Twist."Fagin grinned, took Oliver by the hand and asked him to join them. Upon this, a young gentleman came up to him and shook both his hands very hard. One young gentleman was very excited to hang up his cap for him and another was so helpful that he put his hands in Oliver's pockets so that, as he was very tired, he might not have the trouble of emptying them himself, when he went to bed."We are very glad to see you, Olivet," said Fagin, "Dodger, take off the sausages and prepare a seat near the fire for Oliver. "He saw that Oliver was looking questioningly at the many handkerchiefs. "Ah, you're staring at the handkerchiefs! There is a good many of them, isn't there? We're just getting them ready for the wash, that's all, Oliver, that's all. Haha!"

The end of this speech received a boisterous shout from all the pupils of the merry old gentleman The old gentleman then invited them to start dinner. Oliver ate his share, and Fagin then mixed him a cup of hot tea, telling him he must drink it all quickly, because another gentleman wanted the cup. Oliver did as he was desired. Immediately afterwards he felt himself gently lifted on to one of the sacks, and then he sunk into a deep sleep.

It was late next morning when Oliver awoke, from a sound, long sleep. There was no one in the room but Fagin, who was boiling some coffee in a saucepan for breakfast and whistling softly to himself as he stirred it round and round, with an iron spoon. He would stop every now and then to listen when there was the smallest noise below and when he had satisfied himself, he would go on whistling and stirring again, as before. When the coffee was done, Fagin drew th

saucepan to the hob. Standing as if he did not know what to do with himself, he turned around and looked at Oliver, and called him by his name. Oliver did not answer and stayed still to appear to be still asleep. Fagin stepped gently to the door, which he fastened. He opened a hidden hole in the floor and took out a small box, which he placed carefully on the table. His eyes glistened sas he raised the lid, and looked in. Dragging an old chair to the table, he sat down and took from it a magnificent gold watch, sparkling with jewels. At least half a dozen more were taken from the same box, and surveyed with equal pleasure, as well as rings, brooches, bracelets, and other articles of jewellery, of such magnificent materials, and costly workmanship, that Oliver had no idea, even of their names.

As Fagin examined the treasures, his bright dark eyes, which had been staring at the riches before him, fell on Oliver's face. The boy's eyes were fixed on his in silent curiosity, and although the recognition was only for an instant it was enough to show the old man that he had been observed. He closed the lid of the box with a loud crash, and, laying his hand on a bread knife which was on the table, furiously stood up. Even in this terror, Oliver could see that Fagin was shaking a lot though, for the knife quivered in the air.