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'
Look
at
his
togs
,
Fagin
!
'
said
Charley
,
putting
the
light
so
close
to
his
new
jacket
as
nearly
to
set
him
on
fire
.
'
Look
at
his
togs
!
Superfine
cloth
,
and
the
heavy
swell
cut
!
Oh
,
my
eye
,
what
a
game
!
And
his
books
,
too
!
Nothing
but
a
gentleman
,
Fagin
!
'
'
Delighted
to
see
you
looking
so
well
,
my
dear
,
'
said
the
Jew
,
bowing
with
mock
humility
.
'
The
Artful
shall
give
you
another
suit
,
my
dear
,
for
fear
you
should
spoil
that
Sunday
one
.
Why
did
n't
you
write
,
my
dear
,
and
say
you
were
coming
?
We
'd
have
got
something
warm
for
supper
.
'
At
his
,
Master
Bates
roared
again
:
so
loud
,
that
Fagin
himself
relaxed
,
and
even
the
Dodger
smiled
;
but
as
the
Artful
drew
forth
the
five-pound
note
at
that
instant
,
it
is
doubtful
whether
the
sally
of
the
discovery
awakened
his
merriment
.
'
Hallo
,
what
's
that
?
'
inquired
Sikes
,
stepping
forward
as
the
Jew
seized
the
note
.
'
That
's
mine
,
Fagin
.
'
'
No
,
no
,
my
dear
,
'
said
the
Jew
.
'
Mine
,
Bill
,
mine
.
You
shall
have
the
books
.
'
'
If
that
ai
n't
mine
!
'
said
Bill
Sikes
,
putting
on
his
hat
with
a
determined
air
;
'
mine
and
Nancy
's
that
is
;
I
'll
take
the
boy
back
again
.
'
The
Jew
started
.
Oliver
started
too
,
though
from
a
very
different
cause
;
for
he
hoped
that
the
dispute
might
really
end
in
his
being
taken
back
.
'
Come
!
Hand
over
,
will
you
?
'
said
Sikes
.
'
This
is
hardly
fair
,
Bill
;
hardly
fair
,
is
it
,
Nancy
?
'
inquired
the
Jew
.
