Sikes, with Oliver's hands still in his, softly approached the low porch—Chap. xxi.
"Directly I leave go of you, do your work. Hark!"—Chap. xxii.
"Fagin!" whispered a voice close to his ear—Chap. xxvi.
"Don't sigh, Mrs. Corney," said Mr. Bumble—Chap. xxvii.