[Instead of complaining about the way he had been grabbed, Dodger freezes. Genuinely freezes. It's the voice that does it. That voice... that's a voice he ain't heard in about five years, and last he heard it, it was roaring in anger. Carefully, he finds his own voice]
Give over, like I'm green enough to alert the peelers.
[He pulls at his coat, jerking his head to regain his hat's position as he glances up at the man, still brushing down his sleeves]
Ain't you got no respect for a person's threads, Sikes?
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Give over, like I'm green enough to alert the peelers.
[He pulls at his coat, jerking his head to regain his hat's position as he glances up at the man, still brushing down his sleeves]
Ain't you got no respect for a person's threads, Sikes?