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FAGIN‘SLASTNIGHTALIVE
Thecourtwaspaved，fromfloortoroof，withhumanfaces。Inquisitiveandeagereyespeeredfromeveryinchofspace。Fromtherailbeforethedock，awayintothesharpestangleofthesmallestcornerinthegalleries，alllookswerefixedupononeman--Fagin。Beforehimandbehind：above，below，ontherightandontheleft：heseemedtostandsurroundedbyafirmament，allbrightwithgleamingeyes。
Hestoodthere，inallthisglareoflivinglight，withonehandrestingonthewoodenslabbeforehim，theotherheldtohisear，andhisheadthrustforwardtoenablehimtocatchwithgreaterdistinctnesseverywordthatfellfromthepresidingjudge，whowasdeliveringhischargetothejury。Attimes，heturnedhiseyessharplyuponthemtoobservetheeffectoftheslightestfeatherweightinhisfavour；andwhenthepointsagainsthimwerestatedwithterribledistinctness，lookedtowardshiscounsel，inmuteappealthathewould，eventhen，urgesomethinginhisbehalf。Beyondthesemanifestationsofanxiety，hestirrednothandorfoot。Hehadscarcelymovedsincethetrialbegan；andnowthatthejudgeceasedtospeak，hestillremainedinthesamestrainedattitudeofcloseattention，withhisgazebentonhim，asthoughhelistenedstill。
Aslightbustleinthecourt，recalledhimtohimself。Lookinground，hesawthatthejurymanhadturnedtogether，toconsidertheirverdict。Ashiseyeswanderedtothegallery，hecouldseethepeoplerisingaboveeachothertoseehisface：somehastilyapplyingtheirglassestotheireyes：andotherswhisperingtheirneighbourswithlooksexpressiveofabhorrence。Afewtherewere，whoseemedunmindfulofhim，andlookedonlytothejury，inimpatientwonderhowtheycoulddelay。Butinnooneface--notevenamongthewomen，ofwhomthereweremanythere--couldhereadthefaintestsympathywithhimself，oranyfeelingbutoneofall-absorbinginterestthatheshouldbecondemned。
Ashesawallthisinonebewilderedglance，thedeathlikestillnesscameagain，andlookingbackhesawthatthejurymenhadturnedtowardsthejudge。Hush！
Theyonlysoughtpermissiontoretire。
Helooked，wistfully，intotheirfaces，onebyonewhentheypassedout，asthoughtoseewhichwaythegreaternumberleant；butthatwasfruitless。Thejailertouchedhimontheshoulder。Hefollowedmechanicallytotheendofthedock，andsatdownonachair。Themanpointeditout，orhewouldnothaveseenit。
Helookedupintothegalleryagain。Someofthepeoplewereeating，andsomefanningthemselveswithhandkerchiefs；forthecrowdedplacewasveryhot。Therewasoneyoungmansketchinghisfaceinalittlenote-book。Hewonderedwhetheritwaslike，andlookedonwhentheartistbrokehispencil-point，andmadeanotherwithhisknife，asanyidlespectatormighthavedone。
Inthesameway，whenheturnedhiseyestowardsthejudge，hismindbegantobusyitselfwiththefashionofhisdress，andwhatitcost，andhowheputiton。Therewasanoldfatgentlemanonthebench，too，whohadgoneout，somehalfanhourbefore，andnowcomeback。Hewonderedwithinhimselfwhetherthismanhadbeentogethisdinner，whathehadhad，andwherehehadhadit；andpursuedthistrainofcarelessthoughtuntilsomenewobjectcaughthiseyeandrousedanother。
Notthat，allthistime，hismindwas，foraninstant，freefromoneoppressiveoverwhelmingsenseofthegravethatopenedathisfeet；itwaseverpresenttohim，butinavagueandgeneralway，andhecouldnotfixhisthoughtsuponit。Thus，evenwhilehetrembled，andturnedburninghotattheideaofspeedydeath，hefelltocountingtheironspikesbeforehim，andwonderinghowtheheadofonehadbeenbrokenoff，andwhethertheywouldmendit，orleaveitasitwas。Then，hethoughtofallthehorrorsofthegallowsandthescaffold--andstoppedtowatchamansprinklingthefloortocoolit--andthenwentontothinkagain。
Atlengththerewasacryofsilence，andabreathlesslookfromalltowardsthedoor。Thejuryreturned，andpassedhimclose。Hecouldgleannothingfromtheirfaces；theymightaswellhavebeenofstone。Perfectstillnessensued--notarustle--notabreath--Guilty。
Thebuildingrangwithatremendousshout，andanother，andanother，andthenitechoedloudgroans，thatgatheredstrengthastheyswelledout，likeangrythunder。Itwasapealofjoyfromthepopulaceoutside，greetingthenewsthathewoulddieonMonday。
Thenoisesubsided，andhewasaskedifhehadanythingtosaywhysentenceofdeathshouldnotbepasseduponhim。Hehadresumedhislisteningattitude，andlookedintentlyathisquestionerwhilethedemandwasmade；butitwastwicerepeatedbeforeheseemedtohearit，andthenheonlymutteredthathewasanoldman--anoldman--andso，droppingintoawhisper，wassilentagain。
Thejudgeassumedtheblackcap，andtheprisonerstillstoodwiththesameairandgesture。Awomaninthegallery，utteredsomeexclamation，calledforthbythisdreadsolemnity；helookedhastilyupasifangryattheinterruption，andbentforwardyetmoreattentively。Theaddresswassolemnandimpressive；thesentencefearfultohear。Buthestood，likeamarblefigure，withoutthemotionofanerve。Hishaggardfacewasstillthrustforward，hisunder-jawhangingdown，andhiseyesstaringoutbeforehim，whenthejailerputhishanduponhisarm，andbeckonedhimaway。Hegazedstupidlyabouthimforaninstant，andobeyed。
Theyledhimthroughapavedroomunderthecourt，wheresomeprisonerswerewaitingtilltheirturnscame，andothersweretalkingtotheirfriends，whocrowdedroundagratewhichlookedintotheopenyard。Therewasnobodytheretospeakto_him_；but，ashepassed，theprisonersfellbacktorenderhimmorevisibletothepeoplewhowereclingingtothebars：andtheyassailedhimwithopprobriousnames，andscreechedandhissed。Heshookhisfist，andwouldhavespatuponthem；buthisconductorshurriedhimon，throughagloomypassagelightedbyafewdimlamps，intotheinterioroftheprison。
Here，hewassearched，thathemightnothaveabouthimthemeansofanticipatingthelaw；thisceremonyperformed，theyledhimtooneofthecondemnedcells，andlefthimthere--alone。
Hesatdownonastonebenchoppositethedoor，whichservedforseatandbedstead；andcastinghisblood-shoteyesupontheground，triedtocollecthisthoughts。Afterawhile，hebegantorememberafewdisjointedfragmentsofwhatthejudgehadsaid：thoughithadseemedtohim，atthetime，thathecouldnothearaword。Thesegraduallyfellintotheirproperplaces，andbydegreessuggestedmore：sothatinalittletimehehadthewhole，almostasitwasdelivered。Tobehangedbytheneck，tillhewasdead--thatwastheend。Tobehangedbythenecktillhewasdead。
Asitcameonverydark，hebegantothinkofallthemenhehadknownwhohaddieduponthescaffold；someofthemthroughhismeans。Theyroseup，insuchquicksuccession，thathecouldhardlycountthem。Hehadseensomeofthemdie，--andhadjokedtoo，becausetheydiedwithprayersupontheirlips。Withwhatarattlingnoisethedropwentdown；andhowsuddenlytheychanged，fromstrongandvigorousmentodanglingheapsofclothes！
Someofthemmighthaveinhabitedthatverycell--satuponthatveryspot。Itwasverydark；whydidn'ttheybringalight？Thecellhadbeenbuiltformanyyears。Scoresofmenmusthavepassedtheirlasthoursthere。Itwaslikesittinginavaultstrewnwithdeadbodies--thecap，thenoose，thepinionedarms，thefacesthatheknew，evenbeneaththathideousveil。--Light，light！
Atlength，whenhishandswererawwithbeatingagainsttheheavydoorandwalls，twomenappeared：onebearingacandle，whichhethrustintoanironcandlestickfixedagainstthewall：theotherdragginginamattressonwhichtopassthenight；fortheprisonerwastobeleftalonenomore。
Thencamethenight--dark，dismal，silentnight。Otherwatchersaregladtohearthischurch-clockstrike，fortheytelloflifeandcomingday。Tohimtheybroughtdespair。Theboomofeveryironbellcameladenwiththeone，deep，hollowsound--Death。Whatavailedthenoiseandbustleofcheerfulmorning，whichpenetratedeventhere，tohim？Itwasanotherformofknell，withmockeryaddedtothewarning。
Thedaypassedoff。Day？Therewasnoday；itwasgoneassoonascome--andnightcameonagain；nightsolong，andyetsoshort；longinitsdreadfulsilence，andshortinitsfleetinghours。Atonetimeheravedandblasphemed；andatanotherhowledandtorehishair。Venerablemenofhisownpersuasionhadcometopraybesidehim，buthehaddriventhemawaywithcurses。Theyrenewedtheircharitableefforts，andhebeatthemoff。
Saturdaynight。Hehadonlyonenightmoretolive。Andashethoughtofthis，thedaybroke--Sunday。
Itwasnotuntilthenightofthislastawfulday，thatawitheringsenseofhishelpless，desperatestatecameinitsfullintensityuponhisblightedsoul；notthathehadeverheldanydefinedorpositivehopeofmercy，butthathehadneverbeenabletoconsidermorethanthedimprobabilityofdyingsosoon。Hehadspokenlittletoeitherofthetwomen，whorelievedeachotherintheirattendanceuponhim；andthey，fortheirparts，madenoefforttorousehisattention。Hehadsatthere，awake，butdreaming。Now，hestartedup，everyminute，andwithgaspingmouthandburningskin，hurriedtoandfro，insuchaparoxysmoffearandwraththateventhey--usedtosuchsights--recoiledfromhimwithhorror。Hegrewsoterrible，atlast，inallthetorturesofhisevilconscience，thatonemancouldnotbeartositthere，eyeinghimalone；andsothetwokeptwatchtogether。
Hecowereddownuponhisstonebed，andthoughtofthepast。Hehadbeenwoundedwithsomemissilesfromthecrowdonthedayofhiscapture，andhisheadwasbandagedwithalinencloth。Hisredhairhungdownuponhisbloodlessface；hisbeardwastorn，andtwistedintoknots；hiseyesshonewithaterriblelight；hisunwashedfleshcrackledwiththefeverthatburnthimup。Eight--nine--then。Ifitwasnotatricktofrightenhim，andthoseweretherealhourstreadingoneachother'sheels，wherewouldhebe，whentheycameroundagain！Eleven！Anotherstruck，beforethevoiceoftheprevioushourhadceasedtovibrate。Ateight，hewouldbetheonlymournerinhisownfuneraltrain；ateleven-
ThosedreadfulwallsofNewgate，whichhavehiddensomuchmiseryandsuchunspeakableanguish，notonlyfromtheeyes，but，toooften，andtoolong，fromthethoughts，ofmen，neverheldsodreadaspectacleasthat。Thefewwholingeredastheypassed，andwonderedwhatthemanwasdoingwhowastobehangedto-morrow，wouldhavesleptbutillthatnight，iftheycouldhaveseenhim。
Fromearlyintheeveninguntilnearlymidnight，littlegroupsoftwoandthreepresentedthemselvesatthelodge-gate，andinquired，withanxiousfaces，whetheranyreprievehadbeenreceived。Thesebeingansweredinthenegative，communicatedthewelcomeintelligencetoclustersinthestreet，whopointedouttooneanotherthedoorfromwhichhemustcomeout，andshowedwherethescaffoldwouldbebuilt，and，walkingwithunwillingstepsaway，turnedbacktoconjureupthescene。Bydegreestheyfelloff，onebyone；and，foranhour，inthedeadofnight，thestreetwaslefttosolitudeanddarkness。
Thespacebeforetheprisonwascleared，andafewstrongbarriers，paintedblack，hadbeenalreadythrownacrosstheroadtobreakthepressureoftheexpectedcrowd，whenMr。BrownlowandOliverappearedatthewicket，andpresentedanorderofadmissiontotheprisoner，signedbyoneofthesheriffs。Theywereimmediatelyadmittedintothelodge。
‘Istheyounggentlemantocometoo，sir？’saidthemanwhosedutyitwastoconductthem。‘It'snotasightforchildren，sir。’
‘Itisnotindeed，myfriend，’rejoinedMr。Brownlow；‘butmybusinesswiththismanisintimatelyconnectedwithhim；andasthischildhasseenhiminthefullcareerofhissuccessandvillainy，Ithinkitaswell--evenatthecostofsomepainandfear--thatheshouldseehimnow。’
Thesefewwordshadbeensaidapart，soastobeinaudibletoOliver。Themantouchedhishat；andglancingatOliverwithsomecuriousity，openedanothergate，oppositetothatbywhichtheyhadentered，andledthemon，throughdarkandwindingways，towardsthecells。
‘This，’saidtheman，stoppinginagloomypassagewhereacoupleofworkmenweremakingsomepreparationsinprofoundsilence--‘thisistheplacehepassesthrough。Ifyoustepthisway，youcanseethedoorhegoesoutat。’
Heledthemintoastonekitchen，fittedwithcoppersfordressingtheprisonfood，andpointedtoadoor。Therewasanopengratingaboveit，throughwhichcamethesoundofmen'svoices，mingledwiththenoiseofhammering，andthethrowingdownofboards。Therewereputtingupthescaffold。
Fromthisplace，theypassedthroughseveralstronggates，openedbyotherturnkeysfromtheinnerside；and，havingenteredanopenyard，ascendedaflightofnarrowsteps，andcameintoapassagewitharowofstrongdoorsonthelefthand。Motioningthemtoremainwheretheywere，theturnkeyknockedatoneofthesewithhisbunchofkeys。Thetwoattendants，afteralittlewhispering，cameoutintothepassage，stretchingthemselvesasifgladofthetemporaryrelief，andmotionedthevisitorstofollowthejailerintothecell。Theydidso。
Thecondemnedcriminalwasseatedonhisbed，rockinghimselffromsidetoside，withacountenancemorelikethatofasnaredbeastthanthefaceofaman。Hismindwasevidentlywanderingtohisoldlife，forhecontinuedtomutter，withoutappearingconsciousoftheirpresenceotherwisethanasapartofhisvision。
‘Goodboy，Charley--welldone--’hemumbled。‘Oliver，too，ha！ha！ha！Olivertoo--quitethegentlemannow--quitethe--takethatboyawaytobed！’
ThejailertookthedisengagedhandofOliver；and，whisperinghimnottobealarmed，lookedonwithoutspeaking。
‘Takehimawaytobed！’criedFagin。‘Doyouhearme，someofyou？Hehasbeenthe--the--somehowthecauseofallthis。It'sworththemoneytobringhimuptoit--Bolter'sthroat，Bill；nevermindthegirl--Bolter'sthroatasdeepasyoucancut。Sawhisheadoff！’
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