Toby Crackit brought himself into a sitting posture, and demanded who that was. Uttering this exclamation in a tone of great surprise, as his eyes rested on Oliver, Mr. I was almost afraid you’d given it up: in which case I should have made a personal wentur. ‘Bill, my boy!’ said this figure, turning his head towards the door, ‘I’m glad to see you. He was a trifle above the middle size, and apparently rather weak in the legs but this circumstance by no means detracted from his own admiration of his top-boots, which he contemplated, in their elevated situation, with lively satisfaction. Crackit (for he it was) had no very great quantity of hair, either upon his head or face but what he had, was of a reddish dye, and tortured into long corkscrew curls, through which he occasionally thrust some very dirty fingers, ornamented with large common rings.
He was dressed in a smartly-cut snuff-coloured coat, with large brass buttons an orange neckerchief a coarse, staring, shawl-pattern waistcoat and drab breeches. Muttering a curse upon his tardiness, Sikes pushed Oliver before him and they entered a low dark room with a smoky fire, two or three broken chairs, a table, and a very old couch: on which, with his legs much higher than his head, a man was reposing at full length, smoking a long clay pipe. ‘Quicker! or I shall tread upon your heels.’ ‘Here! you get on first,’ said Sikes, putting Oliver in front of him. ‘Bister Sikes!’ exclaimed Barney, with real or counterfeit joy ‘cub id, sir cub id.’ Are you any fresher now, or do you want the iron candlestick to wake you thoroughly?’Ī pair of slipshod feet shuffled, hastily, across the bare floor of the room, as this interrogatory was put and there issued, from a door on the right hand first, a feeble candle: and next, the form of the same individual who has been heretofore described as labouring under the infirmity of speaking through his nose, and officiating as waiter at the public-house on Saffron Hill. ‘There’s Bill Sikes in the passage with nobody to do the civil to him and you sleeping there, as if you took laudanum with your meals, and nothing stronger. The speaker appeared to throw a boot-jack, or some such article, at the person he addressed, to rouse him from his slumbers: for the noise of a wooden body, falling violently, was heard and then an indistinct muttering, as of a man between sleep and awake.
‘A glim, Barney, a glim! Show the gentleman in, Barney wake up first, if convenient.’ ‘Don’t make such a row,’ said Sikes, bolting the door.
‘Hallo!’ cried a loud, hoarse voice, as soon as they set foot in the passage. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.
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