of crude music were now much plainer, and as Smith slipped
'There's two on you,' said the man, thrusting the candle farther
out, and shielding his eyes with his hand. 'Who's the t'other
'A new pal,' replied Jack Dawkins, pulling Oliver forward.
'Greenland. Is Fagin upstairs?'
'Yes, he's a sortin' the wipes. Up with you!' The candle was
drawn back, and the face disappeared.
Oliver, groping his way with one hand, and having the other
firmly grasped by his companion, ascended with much difficulty