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BOOK "That was not my doing." -Monks 'He is tall, and a strongly made man, but not stout; he has a lurking walk; and as he walks, constantly looks over his shoulder, first on one side, then on the other. Don't forget that, for his eyes are sunk in his head so much deeper then any other man's that you might almost tell him by that alone. His face is dark, like his hair and eyes; and, although he can't be more than six or eight and twenty, witherd and haggard. His lips are often discolored and disfigured with the marks of teeth; for he has desperate fits, and sometimes even bites his hands and covers them with wounds. Upon his throat: so high that you can see a part of it below his neckerchief when he turns his face: there is a broad red mark, like a burn or scald.' "How dare you say this of me?" -Monks "How dare you urge me to do it, young man?" -Mr.Burnlow "You have a brother, a brother, the whisper of whose name in your ear when I came behind you in the street, was, in itself, almost enough to make you accompany me heither, in wonder and alarm." -Mr.Burnlow "Unworthy son, coward, liar,- you, who hold your councils with theives and murderers in dark rooms at night,- you, whose plots and wiles have brought a violent death apon the head of one worth millions such as you,- you, who from your cradle were gall and bitterness to your own fathers heart, and in whom all evil passions, vice, and profligacy, festered, till they found a vent in a hideous disease which has made your face an index even to your mind- you, Edward Leeford, do you still brave me?" -Mr.Burnlow 'While Monks was pacing up and down, meditating with dark and evil looks on the proposel and the possibilites of evading it: torn by his fears on the one hand, and his hatred on the other…' 'He was turning out of the gateway when he accidently stumbled against a tall man wrapped in a cloak, who was at that moment coming out of the inn door. "Hah!" cried the man, fixing his eyes on Oliver, and suddenly recoiling. "What the devil is this?" "I beg your pardon, sir," said Oliver; "I was in a great hurry to get home, and didn't see you were coming." "Death!" muttered the man to himself, glaring at the boy with his large dark eyes. "Who would have thought it! Blast him, he'd start up from a marble coffin, to come in my way!" "I am sorry," stammered Oliver, confused by the strange man's wild look. "I hope I have not hurt you!" "Rot you!" murmured the man, in a horrible passion, between his clenched teeth; "If I had only had the courage to say the word, I might have been free of you in a night. Curses light upon your head, and black death apon your heart, you imp! What are you doing here?" The man shook his fist, and gnashed his teeth, as he uttered these words incoherantly. He advanced towards Oliver, as if with the intention of aiming a blow at him, but fell violently on the ground, writhing and foaming, in a fit. Oliver gazed, for a moment, at the fearful struggles of the madman (for such he supposed his to be); and the darted into the house for help." "And me bound, too, to a born devil that only wants the will, and has the power to, to-" -Fagin '"...and if he is dead-" "Its no fault of mine if he is!' interposed the other man, with a look of terror, and clasping the Jews arm with trembling hands. 'Mind that, Fagin! I had no hand in it. Anything but his death, I told you from the first. I wont shed blood; its always found out, and haunts a man, besides."' ---------------------------
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