Oliver Twist-CHAPTER XIII Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ dành cho trẻ em nổi tiếng của nhà văn Charles Dicken với những từ vựng quen thuộc. Nhằm giúp các em và các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh | Oliver Twist Charles Dickens CHAPTER XIII SOME NEW ACQUAINTANCES ARE INTRODUCED TO THE INTELLIGENT READER CONNECTED WITH WHOM VARIOUS PLEASANT MATTERS ARE RELATED APPERTAINING TO THIS HISTORY 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 tightly by the collar and threatening him with horrid imprecations. Speak out or I ll throttle you Mr. Fagin looked so very much in earnest that Charley Bates who deemed it prudent 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 second dropped upon his knees and raised a loud well-sustained and continuous roar something between a mad bull and a speaking trumpet. Will you speak thundered the Jew shaking the Dodger so much that his keeping in the big coat at all seemed perfectly miraculous. Why the traps have got him and that s all about it said the Dodger sullenly. 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 than could have been anticipated in a man of his apparent decrepitude and seizing up the pot prepared to hurl it at his assailant s head. But Charley Bates at this moment calling his attention by a perfectly terrific howl he suddenly altered its destination and flung it full at that young gentleman. Why what the blazes is in the wind now growled a deep voice. Who pitched that ere at me It s well it s the beer and not the pot as hit me or I d have settled somebody. I might have know d as nobody but an .
