there, as if you took laudanum with your meals, and nothing stronger. Are you any fresher now, or do you want the iron candle-stick to wake you thoroughly?"
A pair of slipshod feet shuffled hastily across the bare floor of the room as this interrogatory was put; and there issued from a door on the right hand, first a feeble candle, and next, the form of the same individual who has been heretofore described as labouring under the infirmity of speaking through his nose, and officiating as waiter at the public-house on Saffron Hill.
"Bister Sikes!" exclaimed Barney, with real or counterfeit joy; "cub id, sir; cub id."
"Here! you get on first," said Sikes, putting Oliver in front of him. "Quicker! or I shall tread upon your heels."
Muttering a curse upon his tardiness, Sikes pushed Oliver before him, and they entered a low dark room with a smoky fire, two or three broken chairs, a table, and a very old couch, on which, with his legs much higher than his head, a man was reposing at full length, smoking a