Oliver Twist 雾都孤儿 - Chapter 13

'Where's Oliver?' said the Jew, rising with a menacing look. 'Where's the boy?' The young thieves eyed their preceptor as if they were alarmed at his violence; and looked uneasily at each other., ,But they made no reply. 'What's become of the boy?' said the Jew, seizing the Dodger ¹ tightly by the collar, and threatening him with horrid ² imprecations., ,'Speak out, or I'll throttle ³ you!' Mr. Fagin looked so very much in earnest, that Charley Bates, who deemed it prudent ⁴ in all cases to be on the safe side, and who conceived it by no means improbable that it might be his turn to be throttled ⁵ second, dropped upon his knees, and raised a loud, well-sustained, and continuous roar--something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet ⁶. 'Will you speak?' thundered the Jew:, , ,'Come, let go o' me, will you!', ,And, swinging himself, at one jerk, clean out of the big coat, which he left in the Jew's hands, the Dodger snatched up the toasting fork, and made a pass at the merry old gentleman's waistcoat; which, if it had taken effect, would have let a little more merriment out than could have been easily replaced. The Jew stepped back in this emergency, with more agility ¹¹ than could have been anticipated in a man of his apparent decrepitude ¹²; and, seizing up the pot, prepared to hurl ¹³ it at his assailant's head., ,Make sure she pays her share she's a bit of a dodger.她自己的一份一定要她付清--她可是有点能赖就赖。,I'm not going to the horrid dinner party.我不打算去参加这次讨厌的宴会 。