his death. The second, I had seen the boy Aziz raised from
This was explanatory, but not satisfactory. Master Bates felt it
so; and again said, 'What do you mean?'
The Dodger made no reply; but putting his hat on again, and
gathering the skirts of his long-tailed coat under his arm,
thrust his tongue into his cheek, slapped the bridge of his nose
some half-dozen times in a familiar but expressive manner, and
turning on his heel, slunk down the court. Master Bates
followed, with a thoughtful countenance.