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'
Send
her
here
,
'
said
Sikes
,
pouring
out
a
glass
of
liquor
.
'
Send
her
here
.
'
Barney
looked
timidly
at
Fagin
,
as
if
for
permission
;
the
Jew
reamining
silent
,
and
not
lifting
his
eyes
from
the
ground
,
he
retired
;
and
presently
returned
,
ushering
in
Nancy
;
who
was
decorated
with
the
bonnet
,
apron
,
basket
,
and
street-door
key
,
complete
.
'
You
are
on
the
scent
,
are
you
,
Nancy
?
'
inquired
Sikes
,
proffering
the
glass
.
'
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
--
'
'
Ah
,
Nancy
,
dear
!
'
said
Fagin
,
looking
up
.
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
.
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
.
Meanwhile
,
Oliver
Twist
,
little
dreaming
that
he
was
within
so
very
short
a
distance
of
the
merry
old
gentleman
,
was
on
his
way
to
the
book-stall
.
When
he
got
into
Clerkenwell
,
he
accidently
turned
down
a
by-street
which
was
not
exactly
in
his
way
;
but
not
discovering
his
mistake
until
he
had
got
half-way
down
it
,
and
knowing
it
must
lead
in
the
right
direction
,
he
did
not
think
it
worth
while
to
turn
back
;
and
so
marched
on
,
as
quickly
as
he
could
,
with
the
books
under
his
arm
.
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
.
