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Thenarrowstreetsandcourts，atlength，terminatedinalargeopenspace；scatteredaboutwhich，werepensforbeasts，andotherindicationsofacattle-market。Sikesslackenedhispacewhentheyreachedthisspot：thegirlbeingquiteunabletosupportanylonger，therapidrateatwhichtheyhadhithertowalked。TurningtoOliver，heroughlycommandedhimtotakeholdofNancy'shand。
‘Doyouhear？’growledSikes，asOliverhesitated，andlookedround。
Theywereinadarkcorner，quiteoutofthetrackofpassengers。
Oliversaw，buttooplainly，thatresistancewouldbeofnoavail。Heheldouthishand，whichNancyclaspedtightinhers。
‘Givemetheother，’saidSikes，seizingOliver'sunoccupiedhand。‘Here，Bull's-Eye！’
Thedoglookedup，andgrowled。
‘Seehere，boy！’saidSikes，puttinghisotherhandtoOliver'sthroat；‘ifhespeakseversosoftaword，holdhim！D'yemind！’
Thedoggrowledagain；andlickinghislips，eyedOliverasifhewereanxioustoattachhimselftohiswindpipewithoutdelay。
‘He'saswillingasaChristian，strikemeblindifheisn't！’saidSikes，regardingtheanimalwithakindofgrimandferociousapproval。‘Now，youknowwhatyou'vegottoexpect，master，socallawayasquickasyoulike；thedogwillsoonstopthatgame。Geton，young'un！’
Bull's-eyewaggedhistailinacknowledgmentofthisunusuallyendearingformofspeech；and，givingventtoanotheradmonitorygrowlforthebenefitofOliver，ledthewayonward。
ItwasSmithfieldthattheywerecrossing，althoughitmighthavebeenGrosvenorSquare，foranythingOliverknewtothecontrary。Thenightwasdarkandfoggy。Thelightsintheshopscouldscarecelystrugglethroughtheheavymist，whichthickenedeverymomentandshroudedthestreetsandhousesingloom；renderingthestrangeplacestillstrangerinOliver'seyes；andmakinghisuncertaintythemoredismalanddepressing。
Theyhadhurriedonafewpaces，whenadeepchurch-bellstruckthehour。Withitsfirststroke，histwoconductorsstopped，andturnedtheirheadsinthedirectionwhencethesoundproceeded。
‘Eighto’clock，Bill，‘saidNancy，whenthebellceased。
‘What'sthegoodoftellingmethat；Icanhearit，can'tI！’repliedSikes。
‘IwonderwhetherTHEYcanhearit，’saidNancy。
‘Ofcoursetheycan，’repliedSikes。‘ItwasBartlemytimewhenIwasshopped；andtherewarn'tapennytrumpetinthefair，asIcouldn'thearthesqueakingon。ArterIwaslockedupforthenight，therowanddinoutsidemadethethunderingoldjailsosilent，thatIcouldalmosthavebeatmybrainsoutagainsttheironplatesofthedoor。’
‘Poorfellow！’saidNancy，whostillhadherfaceturnedtowardsthequarterinwhichthebellhadsounded。‘Oh，Bill，suchfineyoungchapsasthem！’
‘Yes；that'sallyouwomenthinkof，’answeredSikes。‘Fineyoungchaps！Well，they'reasgoodasdead，soitdon'tmuchmatter。’
Withthisconsolation，Mr。Sikesappearedtorepressarisingtendencytojealousy，and，claspingOliver'swristmorefirmly，toldhimtostepoutagain。
‘Waitaminute！’saidthegirl：‘Iwouldn'thurryby，ifitwasyouthatwascomingouttobehung，thenexttimeeighto'clockstruck，Bill。I'dwalkroundandroundtheplacetillIdropped，ifthesnowwasontheground，andIhadn'tashawltocoverme。’
‘Andwhatgoodwouldthatdo？’inquiredtheunsentimentalMr。Sikes。‘Unlessyoucouldpitchoverafileandtwentyyardsofgoodstoutrope，youmightaswellbewalkingfiftymileoff，ornotwalkingatall，forallthegooditwoulddome。Comeon，anddon'tstandpreachingthere。’
Thegirlburstintoalaugh；drewhershawlmorecloselyroundher；andtheywalkedaway。ButOliverfeltherhandtremble，and，lookingupinherfaceastheypassedagas-lamp，sawthatithadturnedadeadlywhite。
Theywalkedon，bylittle-frequentedanddirtyways，forafullhalf-hour：meetingveryfewpeople，andthoseappearingfromtheirlookstoholdmuchthesamepositioninsocietyasMr。Sikeshimself。Atlengththeyturnedintoaveryfilthynarrowstreet，nearlyfullofold-clothesshops；thedogrunningforward，asifconsciousthattherewasnofurtheroccasionforhiskeepingonguard，stoppedbeforethedoorofashopthatwasclosedandapparentlyuntenanted；thehousewasinaruinouscondition，andonthedoorwasnailedaboard，intimatingthatitwastolet：whichlookedasifithadhungthereformanyyears。
‘Allright，’criedSikes，glancingcautiouslyabout。
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