Tham khảo tài liệu 'luyện đọc tiếng anh qua tác phẩm văn học-oliver twist -charles dickens -chapter 47', ngoại ngữ, kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh phục vụ nhu cầu học tập, nghiên cứu và làm việc hiệu quả | Oliver Twist Charles Dickens CHAPTER XLVII FATAL CONSEQUENCES It was nearly two hours before day-break that time which in the autumn of the year may be truly called the dead of night when the streets are silent and deserted when even sounds appear to slumber and profligacy and riot have staggered home to dream it was at this still and silent hour that Fagin sat watching in his old lair with face so distorted and pale and eyes so red and blood-shot that he looked less like a man than like some hideous phantom moist from the grave and worried by an evil spirit. He sat crouching over a cold hearth wrapped in an old torn coverlet with his face turned towards a wasting candle that stood upon a table by his side. His right hand was raised to his lips and as absorbed in thought he hit his long black nails he disclosed among his toothless gums a few such fangs as should have been a dog s or rat s. Stretched upon a mattress on the floor lay Noah Claypole fast asleep. Towards him the old man sometimes directed his eyes for an instant and then brought them back again to the candle which with a long-burnt wick drooping almost double and hot grease falling down in clots upon the table plainly showed that his thoughts were busy elsewhere. Indeed they were. Mortification at the overthrow of his notable scheme hatred of the girl who had dared to palter with strangers and utter distrust of the sincerity of her refusal to yield him up bitter disappointment at the loss of his revenge on Sikes the fear of detection and ruin and death and a fierce and deadly rage kindled by all these were the passionate considerations which following close upon each other with rapid and ceaseless whirl shot through the brain of Fagin as every evil thought and blackest purpose lay working at his heart. He sat without changing his attitude in the least or appearing to tkae the smallest heed of time until his quick ear seemed to be attracted by a footstep in the street. At last he muttered wiping his dry
