Todos ellos se agolparon en torno a su compañero mientras este le susurraba unas palabras al judío, y luego se volvieron y le sonrieron a Oliver. Lo mismo hizo el propio judío, con el tenedor de tostadas en la mano.
—Este es él, Fagin —dijo Jack Dawkins—; mi amigo Oliver Twist.
The Jew grinned; and, making a low obeisance to Oliver, took him by the hand, and hoped he should have the honour of his intimate acquaintance. Upon this, the young gentlemen with the pipes came round him, and shook both his hands very hard—especially the one in which he held his little bundle. One young gentleman was very anxious to hang up his cap for him; and another was so obliging as to put his hands in his pockets, in order that, as he was very tired, he might not have the trouble of emptying them, himself, when he went to bed. These civilities would probably be extended much farther, but for a liberal