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“你找到线索了，是不是，南希？’赛克斯一边问，一边把酒杯递过去。 'Yes, I am, Bill,' replied the young lady, disposing of its contents; 'and tired enough of it I am, too. The young brat's been ill and confined to the crib; and--' “是的，找到了，比尔，”南希把杯里的酒一饮而尽，答道，“真把我累得够呛。那毛孩子病了，床都下不了--” 'Ah, Nancy, dear!' said Fagin, looking up. “噢，南希，亲爱的。”费金说着，头抬了起来。 Now, whether a peculiar contraction of the Jew's red eye-brows, and a half closing of his deeply-set eyes, warned Miss Nancy that she was disposed to be too communicative, is not a matter of much importance. The fact is all we need care for here; and the fact is, that she suddenly checked herself, and with several gracious smiles upon Mr. Sikes, turned the conversation to other matters. In about ten minutes' time, Mr. Fagin was seized with a fit of coughing; upon which Nancy pulled her shawl over her shoulders, and declared it was time to go. Mr. Sikes, finding that he was walking a short part of her way himself, expressed his intention of accompanying her; they went away together, followed, at a little distant, by the dog, who slunk out of a back-yard as soon as his master was out of sight. 当时，费金那赤红的眉毛怪里怪气地皱了起来，深陷的双眼半睁半闭，他是不是在向藏不住话的南希小姐发出警告，这并不重要。我们需要留意的是以下事实，那就是，她忽然打住，向赛克斯先生抛过去几道妩媚的微笑，话锋一转谈起别的事情来了。过了大约十分钟，费金先生使劲咳嗽了几声，南希见他这副模样，便用围巾裹住肩膀，说她该走了。赛克斯先生想起自己和她有一段同路，表示有意要陪陪她，两人一块儿走了，隔不多远跟着那只狗，主人刚走出视野，狗就打后院溜了出去。 The Jew thrust his head out of the room door when Sikes had left it; looked after him as we walked up the dark passage; shook his clenched fist; muttered a deep curse; and then, with a horrible grin, reseated himself at the table; where he was soon deeply absorbed in the interesting pages of the Hue-and-Cry. 赛克斯离开了酒馆，费金从屋门口探出头去，目送他走上黑沉沉的大路，握紧拳头晃了两晃，嘟嘟哝哝地骂了一句，随后又发出一声令人毛骨悚然的狞笑，重新在桌旁坐下来，不一会儿就被一份《通缉令》的饶有趣味的版面深深地吸引住了。 
与此同时，奥立弗·退斯特正走在去书摊的路上，他做梦也没想到自己与那位快活老绅士相隔咫尺。在走进克拉肯韦尔街区时，他稍稍走偏了一点，无意中拐进了一条背街，走了一半才发现错了，他知道这条路方向是对的，心想用不着折回去，所以依旧快步往前赶，那一叠书夹在胳膊下边。 He was walking along, thinking how happy and contented he ought to feel; and how much he would give for only one look at poor little Dick, who, starved and beaten, might be weeping bitterly at that very moment; when he was startled by a young woman screaming out very loud. 'Oh, my dear brother!' And he had hardly looked up, to see what the matter was, when he was stopped by having a pair of arms thrown tight round his neck. 他一边走，一边寻思，只要能看一眼可怜的小狄克，无论要他付出多大代价都行，自己该会感到多么高兴多么满足啊，狄克还在挨打受饿，在这一时刻兴许正在伤伤心心地哭呢。就在这时，一个年轻女子高声尖叫起来，吓了他一大跳。“喔，我亲爱的弟弟！”他还没来得及抬头看清是怎么回事，便有两条胳臂伸过来，紧紧搂住了他的脖子，迫使他停住了脚步。 'Don't,' cried Oliver, struggling. 'Let go of me. Who is it? What are you stopping me for?' “哎呀，”奥立弗挣扎着嚷了起来，“放开我。是谁呀？你干吗拦着我？” The only reply to this, was a great number of loud lamentations from the young woman who had embraced him; and who had a little basket and a street-door key in her hand. 搂住他的这位年轻女子手里拎着一只小篮子和一把大门钥匙，用一大串呼天抢地的高声哭喊做了回答。 'Oh my gracious!' said the young woman, 'I have found him! Oh! Oliver! Oliver! Oh you naughty boy, to make me suffer such distress on your account! Come home, dear, come. Oh, I've found him. Thank gracious goodness heavins, I've found him!' With these incoherent exclamations, the young woman burst into another fit of crying, and got so dreadfully hysterical, that a couple of women who came up at the moment asked a butcher's boy with a shiny head of hair anointed with suet, who was also looking on, whether he didn't think he had better run for the doctor. To which, the butcher's boy: who appeared of a lounging, not to say indolent disposition: replied, that he thought not. “呃，我的天啦！”年轻女子叫道，“我可找到他了！呃！奥立弗！奥立弗！你这个顽皮孩子，为了你的缘故，我吃了多少苦头。回家去。亲爱的，走啊。噢，我可找到他了，谢谢仁慈厚道的老天爷，我找到他了！”少妇这么没头没脑地抱怨了一通，接着又一次放声大哭，歇斯底里发作得怪吓人的，有两个这时走到近旁的女人不由得问一个头发用板油擦得亮光光的肉铺伙计，他是不是该跑一趟，把大夫请来。肉铺伙计--他本来就在旁边看，那个样子即便不说是懒惰，也属于游手好闲--回答说，他认为没有必要。 
“噢，不用，不用，不要紧，”少妇说着，紧紧抓住奥立弗的手。“我现在好多了。给我回家去，你这个没良心的孩子！走啊！” 'Oh, ma'am,' replied the young woman, 'he ran away, near a month ago, from his parents, who are hard-working and respectable people; and went and joined a set of thieves and bad characters; and almost broke his mother's heart.' “太太，什么事？”一个女人问道。“喔，太太，”年轻女子回答，“差不多一个月以前，他从爸妈那儿出走了，他们可是干活卖力，受人尊敬的人。他跑去跟一伙小偷坏蛋混在一起，妈的心差一点就碎了。” 'Young wretch!' said one woman. “小坏蛋！”一个女人说道。 'Go home, do, you little brute,' said the other. “回家去，走啊，你这个小畜生。”另一个说。 'I am not,' replied Oliver, greatly alarmed. 'I don't know her. I haven't any sister, or father and mother either. I'm an orphan; I live at Pentonville.' “我不，”奥立弗吓坏了，回答说，“我不认识她。我没有姐姐，也没有爸爸妈妈。我是一个孤儿，住在本顿维尔。” 
“你们听听，他还嘴硬！”少妇嚷嚷着。 'Why, it's Nancy!' exclaimed Oliver; who now saw her face for the first time; and started back, in irrepressible astonishment. “呀，南希！”奥立弗叫了起来，他这才第一次看清了她的脸，不由得惊愕地往后退去。 'You see he knows me!' cried Nancy, appealing to the bystanders. 'He can't help himself. Make him come home, there's good people, or he'll kill his dear mother and father, and break my heart!' “你们瞧，他认出我来了！”南希向周围的人高声呼吁，“他自己也糊弄不过去了，哪位好人，劳驾送他回家去吧，不然的话，他真要把他爹妈活活气死，我的心也要给他碾碎了。” 'What the devil's this?' said a man, bursting out of a beer-shop, with a white dog at his heels; 'young Oliver! Come home to your poor mother, you young dog! Come home directly.' “这他妈什么事啊？”一个男人从一家啤酒店里奔了出来，身后紧跟着一只白狗。“小奥立弗！回到你那可怜的母亲那儿去，小狗崽子！照直回家去。” 'I don't belong to them. I don't know them. Help! help! cried Oliver, struggling in the man's powerful grasp. “我不是他们家的。我不认识他们。救命啊！救命啊！”奥立弗喊叫着，在那个男人强有力的怀抱里拼命挣扎。 
“救命！”那男人也这么说，“没错，我会救你的，你这个小坏蛋。这是些什么书啊？是你偷来的吧，是不是？把书拿过来。”说着，他夺过奥立弗手里的书，使劲敲他的脑袋。 'That's right!' cried a looker-on, from a garret-window. 'That's the only way of bringing him to his senses!' “打得好！”一个看热闹的人从一扇顶楼窗户里嚷嚷着，“非得这样才能叫他知道点厉害。” 'To be sure!' cried a sleepy-faced carpenter, casting an approving look at the garret-window. “没错！”一个睡眼惺忪的木匠喊道，冲着顶楼窗回投过去一道赞许的眼色。 'It'll do him good!' said the two women. “这对他有好处！”两个女人齐声说。 'And he shall have it, too!' rejoined the man, administering another blow, and seizing Oliver by the collar. 'Come on, you young villain! Here, Bull's-eye, mind him, boy! Mind him!' “而且他也是自找的！”那个男人应声说道，又给了奥立弗一下，一把揪住他的衣领。“走啊，你这个小坏蛋！嘿，牛眼儿，过来！看见没有，小子，看见了没有！” 
一个苦命的孩子，大病初愈身体虚弱，这一连串突如其来的打击搞得他晕头转向，那只狂吠的恶犬是那样可怕，那个男人又是那样凶横，再加上围观者已经认定他确实就是大家描述的那么一个小坏蛋了，他能有什么办法！夜幕已经降临，这儿又不是一个讲理的地方，孓然一身，反抗也是徒劳的。紧接着，他被拖进了由无数阴暗窄小的胡同组成的迷宫，被迫跟着他们一块儿走了，速度之快，使他大着胆子发出的几声呼喊变得完全叫人听不清。的确，听得清听不清都无关紧要，就算是很清楚明白，也不会有人放在心上。 The gas-lamps were lighted; Mrs. Bedwin was waiting anxiously at the open door; the servant had run up the street twenty times to see if there were any traces of Oliver; and still the two old gentlemen sat, perseveringly, in the dark parlour, with the watch between them. 煤气街灯已经点亮。贝德温太太焦急不安地守候在敞开的门口，仆人已经二十来次跑到街上去寻找奥立弗。客厅里没有点灯，两位老绅士依然正襟危坐，面对放在他俩之间的那块怀表。
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