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Oliver Twist.
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With these words he led the way to the door, after stopping to pay for the liquor that had been drunk; and shortly remarking that their roads were different, departed without more ceremony than an emphatic repetition of the hour of appointment for the following night.
On glancing at the address, the parochial functionary observed that it contained no name. The stranger had not gone far, so he made after him to ask it.
"Who's that?" cried the man turning quickly round as Bumble touched him on the arm. "Following me!"
"Only to ask a question," said the other, pointing to the scrap of paper. "What name am I to ask for?"
"Monks!" rejoined the man, and strode hastily away.
END OF VOL. II.
WHITING, BEAUFORT HOUSE, STRAND.
