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'
Oh
!
yes
,
I
dare
say
!
'
said
Mr.
Fang
,
with
a
sneer
.
'
Come
,
none
of
your
tricks
here
,
you
young
vagabond
;
they
wo
n't
do
.
What
's
your
name
?
'
Oliver
tried
to
reply
but
his
tongue
failed
him
.
He
was
deadly
pale
;
and
the
whole
place
seemed
turning
round
and
round
.
'
What
's
your
name
,
you
hardened
scoundrel
?
'
demanded
Mr.
Fang
.
'
Officer
,
what
's
his
name
?
'
This
was
addressed
to
a
bluff
old
fellow
,
in
a
striped
waistcoat
,
who
was
standing
by
the
bar
.
He
bent
over
Oliver
,
and
repeated
the
inquiry
;
but
finding
him
really
incapable
of
understanding
the
question
;
and
knowing
that
his
not
replying
would
only
infuriate
the
magistrate
the
more
,
and
add
to
the
severity
of
his
sentence
;
he
hazarded
a
guess
.
'
He
says
his
name
's
Tom
White
,
your
worship
,
'
said
the
kind-hearted
thief-taker
.
'
Oh
,
he
wo
n't
speak
out
,
wo
n't
he
?
'
said
Fang
.
'
Very
well
,
very
well
.
Where
does
he
live
?
'
'
Where
he
can
,
your
worship
,
'
replied
the
officer
;
again
pretending
to
receive
Oliver
's
answer
.
'
Has
he
any
parents
?
'
inquired
Mr.
Fang
.
'
He
says
they
died
in
his
infancy
,
your
worship
,
'
replied
the
officer
:
hazarding
the
usual
reply
.
