Chapter XX

Oliver Twist

by Charles Dickens

Wherein Oliver Is Delivered Over to Mr. William Sikes

When Oliver awoke in the morning, he was a good deal surprised
to find that a new pair of shoes, with strong thick soles, had been
placed at his bedside; and that his old shoes had been removed. At
first, he was pleased with the discovery: hoping that it might be the
forerunner of his release; but such thoughts were quickly dispelled,
on his sitting down to breakfast along with the Jew, who told him, in
a tone and manner which increased his alarm, that he was to be taken
to the residence of Bill Sikes that night.

'To--to--stop there, sir?' asked Oliver, anxiously.

'No, no, my dear. Not to stop there,' replied the Jew. 'We
shouldn't like to lose you. Don't be afraid, Oliver, you shall come
back to us again. Ha! ha! ha! We won't be so cruel as to send you
away, my dear. Oh no, no!'

The old man, who was stooping over the fire toasting a piece of
bread, looked round as he bantered Oliver thus; and chuckled as if to
show that he knew he would still be very glad to get away if he
could.

'I suppose,' said the Jew, fixing his eyes on Oliver, 'you want
to know what you're going to Bill's for---eh, my dear?'

Oliver coloured, involuntarily, to find that the old thief had
been reading his thoughts; but boldly said, Yes, he did want to
know.

'Why, do you think?' inquired Fagin, parrying the question.

'Indeed I don't know, sir,' replied Oliver.

'Bah!' said the Jew, turning away with a disappointed
countenance from a close perusal of the boy's face. 'Wait till Bill
tells you, then.'

The Jew seemed much vexed by Oliver's not expressing any greater
curiosity on the subject; but the truth is, that, although Oliver
felt very anxious, he was too much confused by the earnest cunning of
Fagin's looks, and his own speculations, to make any further
inquiries just then. He had no other opportunity: for the Jew
remained very surly and silent till night: when he prepared to go
abroad.

'You may burn a candle,' said the Jew, putting one upon the
table. 'And here's a book for you to read, till they come to fetch
you. Good-night!'

'Good-night!' replied Oliver, softly.

The Jew walked to the door: looking over his shoulder at the boy
as he went. Suddenly stopping, he called him by his name.

Oliver looked up; the Jew, pointing to the candle, motioned him
to light it. He did so; and, as he placed the candlestick upon the
table, saw that the Jew was gazing fixedly at him, with lowering and
contracted brows, from the dark end of the room.

'Take heed, Oliver! take heed!' said the old man, shaking his
right hand before him in a warning manner. 'He's a rough man, and
thinks nothing of blood when his own is up. W hatever falls out, say
nothing; and do what he bids you. Mind!' Placing a strong emphasis
on the last word, he suffered his features gradually to resolve
themselves into a ghastly grin, and, nodding his head, left the
room.

Oliver leaned his head upon his hand when the old man
disappeared, and pondered, with a trembling heart, on the words he
had just heard. The more he thought of the Jew's admonition, the
more he was at a loss to divine its real purpose and meaning.

He could think of no bad object to be attained by sending him to
Sikes, which would not be equally well answered by his remaining with
Fagin; and after meditating for a long time, concluded that he had
been selected to perform some ordinary menial offices for the
housebreaker, until another boy, better suited for his purpose could
be engaged. He was too well accustomed to suffering, and had
suffered too much where he was, to bewail the prospect of change very
severely. He remained lost in thought for some minutes; and then,
with a heavy sigh, snuffed the candle, and, taking up the book which
the Jew had left with him, began to read.

He turned over the leaves. Carelessly at first; but, lighting
on a passage which attracted his attention, he soon became intent
upon the volume. It was a history of the lives and trials of great
criminals; and the pages were soiled and thumbed with use. Here, he
read of dreadful crimes that made the blood run cold; of secret
murders that had been committed by the lonely wayside; of bodies
hidden from the eye of man in deep pits and wells: which would not
keep them down, deep as they were, but had yielded them up at last,
after many years, and so maddened the murderers with the sight, that
in their horror they had confessed their guilt, and yelled for the
gibbet to end their agony. Here, too, he read of men who, lying in
their beds at dead of night, had been tempted (so they said) and led
on, by their own bad thoughts, to such dreadful bloodshed as it made
the flesh creep, and the limbs quail, to think of. The terrible
descriptions were so real and vivid, that the sallow pages seemed to
turn red with gore; and the words upon them, to be sounded in his
ears, as if they were whispered, in hollow murmers, by the spirits of
the dead.

In a paroxysm of fear, the boy closed the book, and thrust it
from him. Then, falling upon his knees, he prayed Heaven to spare
him from such deeds; and rather to will that he should die at once,
than be reserved for crimes, so fearful and appaling. By degrees, he
grew more calm, and besought, in a low and broken voice, that he
might be rescued from his present dangers; and that if any aid were
to be raised up for a poor outcast boy who had never known the love
of friends or kindred, it might come to him now, when, desolate and
deserted, he stood alone in the midst of wickedness and guilt.

He had concluded his prayer, but still remained with his head
buried in his hands, when a rustling noise aroused him.

'What's that!' he cried, starting up, and catching sight of a
figure standing by the door. 'Who's there?'

'Me. Only me,' replied a tremulous voice.

Oliver raised the candle above his head: and looked towards the
door. It was Nancy.

'Put down the light,' said the girl, turning away her head. 'It
hurts my eyes.'

Oliver saw that she was very pale, and gently inquired if she
were ill. The girl threw herself into a chair, with her back towards
him: and wrung her hands; but made no reply.

'God forgive me!' she cried after a while, 'I never thought of
this.'

'Has anything happened?' asked Oliver. 'Can I help you? I will
if I can. I will, indeed.'

She rocked herself to and fro; caught her throat; and, uttering
a gurgling sound, gasped for breath.

'Nancy!' cried Oliver, 'What is it?'

The girl beat her hands upon her knees, and her feet upon the
ground; and, suddenly stopping, drew her shawl close round her: and
shivered with cold.

Oliver stirred the fire. Drawing her chair close to it, she sat
there, for a little time, without speaking; but at length she raised
her head, and looked round.

'I don't know what comes over me sometimes,' said she, affecting
to busy herself in arranging her dress; 'it's this damp dirty room, I
think. Now, Nolly, dear, are you ready?'

'Am I to go with you?' asked Oliver.

'Yes. I have come from Bill,' replied the girl. 'You are to go
with me.'

'What for?' asked Oliver, recoiling.

'What for?' echoed the girl, raising her eyes, and averting them
again, the moment they encountered the boy's face. 'Oh! For no
harm.'

'I don't believe it,' said Oliver: who had watched her
closely.

'Have it your own way,' rejoined the girl, affecting to laugh.
'For no good, then.'

Oliver could see that he had some power over the girl's better
feelings, and, for an instant, thought of appealing to her compassion
for his helpless state. But, then, the thought darted across his
mind that it was barely eleven o'clock; and that many people were
still in the streets: of whom surely some might be found to give
credence to his tale. As the reflection occured to him, he stepped
forward: and said, somewhat hastily, that he was ready.

Neither his brief consideration, nor its purport, was lost on
his companion. She eyed him narrowly, while he spoke; and cast upon
him a look of intelligence which sufficiently showed that she guessed
what had been passing in his thoughts.

'Hush!' said the girl, stooping over him, and pointing to the
door as she looked cautiously round. 'You can't help yourself. I
have tried hard for you, but all to no purpose. You are hedged round
and round. If ever you are to get loose from here, this is not the
time.'

Struck by the energy of her manner, Oliver looked up in her face
with great surprise. She seemed to speak the truth; her countenance
was white and agitated; and she trembled with very earnestness.

'I have saved you from being ill-used once, and I will again,
and I do now,' continued the girl aloud; 'for those who would have
fetched you, if I had not, would have been far more rough than me. I
have promised for your being quiet and silent; if you are not, you
will only do harm to yourself and me too, and perhaps be my death.
See here! I have borne all this for you already, as true as God sees
me show it.'

She pointed, hastily, to some livid bruises on her neck and
arms; and continued, with great rapidity:

'Remember this! And don't let me suffer more for you, just now.
If I could help you, I would; but I have not the power. They don't
mean to harm you; whatever they make you do, is no fault of yours.
Hush! Every word from you is a blow for me. Give me your hand.
Make haste! Your hand!

She caught the hand which Oliver instinctively placed in hers,
and, blowing out the light, drew him after her up the stairs. The
door was opened, quickly, by some one shrouded in the darkness, and
was as quickly closed, when they had passed out. A hackney-cabriolet
was in waiting; with the same vehemence which she had exhibited in
addressing Oliver, the girl pulled him in with her, and drew the
curtains close. The driver wanted no directions, but lashed his
horse into full speed, without the delay of an instant.

The girl still held Oliver fast by the hand, and continued to
pour into his ear, the warnings and assurances she had already
imparted. All was so quick and hurried, that he had scarcely time to
recollect where he was, or how he came there, when to carriage
stopped at the house to which the Jew's steps had been directed on
the previous evening.

For one brief moment, Oliver cast a hurried glance along the
empty street, and a cry for help hung upon his lips. But the girl's
voice was in his ear, beseeching him in such tones of agony to
remember her, that he had not the heart to utter it. While he
hesitated, the opportunity was gone; he was already in the house, and
the door was shut.

'This way,' said the girl, releasing her hold for the first
time.

'Bill!'

'Hallo!' replied Sikes: appearing at the head of the stairs,
with a candle. 'Oh! That's the time of day. Come on!'

This was a very strong expression of approbation, an uncommonly
hearty welcome, from a person of Mr. Sikes' temperament. Nancy,
appearing much gratified thereby, saluted him cordially.

'Bull's-eye's gone home with Tom,' observed Sikes, as he lighted
them up. 'He'd have been in the way.'

'That's right,' rejoined Nancy.

'So you've got the kid,' said Sikes when they had all reached
the room: closing the door as he spoke.

'Yes, here he is,' replied Nancy.

'Did he come quiet?' inquired Sikes.

'Like a lamb,' rejoined Nancy.

'I'm glad to hear it,' said Sikes, looking grimly at Oliver;
'for the sake of his young carcase: as would otherways have suffered
for it. Come here, young 'un; and let me read you a lectur', which
is as well got over at once.'

Thus addressing his new pupil, Mr. Sikes pulled off Oliver's cap
and threw it into a corner; and then, taking him by the shoulder, sat
himself down by the table, and stood the boy in front of him.

'Now, first: do you know wot this is?' inquired Sikes, taking
up a pocket-pistol which lay on the table.

Oliver replied in the affirmative.

'Well, then, look here,' continued Sikes. 'This is powder; that
'ere's a bullet; and this is a little bit of a old hat for
waddin'.'

Oliver murmured his comprehension of the different bodies
referred to; and Mr. Sikes proceeded to load the pistol, with great
nicety and deliberation.

'Now it's loaded,' said Mr. Sikes, when he had finished.

'Yes, I see it is, sir,' replied Oliver.

'Well,' said the robber, grasping Oliver's wrist, and putting
the barrel so close to his temple that they touched; at which moment
the boy could not repress a start; 'if you speak a word when you're
out o' doors with me, except when I speak to you, that loading will
be in your head without notice. So, if you do make up your mind to
speak without leave, say your prayers first.'

Having bestowed a scowl upon the object of this warning, to
increase its effect, Mr. Sikes continued.

'As near as I know, there isn't anybody as would be asking very
partickler arter you, if you was disposed of; so I needn't take this
devil-and-all of trouble to explain matters to you, if it warn't for
you own good. D'ye hear me?'

'The short and the long of what you mean,' said Nancy: speaking
very emphatically, and slightly frowning at Oliver as if to bespeak
his serious attention to her words: 'is, that if you're crossed by
him in this job you have on hand, you'll prevent his ever telling
tales afterwards, by shooting him through the head, and will take
your chance of swinging for it, as you do for a great many other
things in the way of business, every month of your life.'

'That's it!' observed Mr. Sikes, approvingly; 'women can always
put things in fewest words.-- Except when it's blowing up; and then
they lengthens it out. And now that he's thoroughly up to it, let's
have some supper, and get a snooze before starting.'

In pursuance of this request, Nancy quickly laid the cloth;
disappearing for a few minutes, she presently returned with a pot of
porter and a dish of sheep's heads: which gave occasion to several
pleasant witticisms on the part of Mr. Sikes, founded upon the
singular coincidence of 'jemmies' being a can name, common to them,
and also to an ingenious implement much used in his profession.
Indeed, the worthy gentleman, stimulated perhaps by the immediate
prospect of being on active service, was in great spirits and good
humour; in proof whereof, it may be here remarked, that he
humourously drank all the beer at a draught, and did not utter, on a
rough calculation, more than four-score oaths during the whole
progress of the meal.

Supper being ended--it may be easily conceived that Oliver had
no great appetite for it--Mr. Sikes disposed of a couple of glasses
of spirits and water, and threw himself on the bed; ordering Nancy,
with many imprecations in case of failure, to call him at five
precisely. Oliver stretched himself in his clothes, by command of
the same authority, on a mattress upon the floor; and the girl,
mending the fire, sat before it, in readiness to rouse them at the
appointed time.

For a long time Oliver lay awake, thinking it not impossible
that Nancy might seek that opportunity of whispering some further
advice; but the girl sat brooding over the fire, without moving, save
now and then to trim the light. Weary with watching and anxiety, he
at length fell asleep.

When he awoke, the table was covered with tea-things, and Sikes
was thrusting various articles into the pockets of his great-coat,
which hung over the back of a chair. Nancy was busily engaged in
preparing breakfast. It was not yet daylight; for the candle was
still burning, and it was quite dark outside. A sharp rain, too, was
beating against the window-panes; and the sky looked black and
cloudy.

'Now, then!' growled Sikes, as Oliver started up; 'half-past
five! Look sharp, or you'll get no breakfast; for it's late as it
is.'

Oliver was not long in making his toilet; having taken some
breakfast, he replied to a surly inquiry from Sikes, by saying that
he was quite ready.

Nancy, scarcely looking at the boy, threw him a handkerchief to
tie round his throat; Sikes gave him a large rough cape to button
over his shoulders. Thus attired, he gave his hand to the robber,
who, merely pausing to show him with a menacing gesture that he had
that same pistol in a side-pocket of his great-coat, clasped it
firmly in his, and, exchanging a farewell with Nancy, led him
away.

Oliver turned, for an instant, when they reached the door, in
the hope of meeting a look from the girl. But she had resumed her
old seat in front of the fire, and sat, perfectly motionless before
it.