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'
Fair
,
or
not
fair
,
'
retorted
Sikes
,
'
hand
over
,
I
tell
you
!
Do
you
think
Nancy
and
me
has
got
nothing
else
to
do
with
our
precious
time
but
to
spend
it
in
scouting
arter
,
and
kidnapping
,
every
young
boy
as
gets
grabbed
through
you
?
Give
it
here
,
you
avaricious
old
skeleton
,
give
it
here
!
'
With
this
gentle
remonstrance
,
Mr.
Sikes
plucked
the
note
from
between
the
Jew
's
finger
and
thumb
;
and
looking
the
old
man
coolly
in
the
face
,
folded
it
up
small
,
and
tied
it
in
his
neckerchief
.
'
That
's
for
our
share
of
the
trouble
,
'
said
Sikes
;
'
and
not
half
enough
,
neither
.
You
may
keep
the
books
,
if
you
're
fond
of
reading
.
If
you
ai
n't
,
sell
'em
.
'
'
They
're
very
pretty
,
'
said
Charley
Bates
:
who
,
with
sundry
grimaces
,
had
been
affecting
to
read
one
of
the
volumes
in
question
;
'
beautiful
writing
,
is
n't
is
,
Oliver
?
'
At
sight
of
the
dismayed
look
with
which
Oliver
regarded
his
tormentors
,
Master
Bates
,
who
was
blessed
with
a
lively
sense
of
the
ludicrous
,
fell
into
another
ectasy
,
more
boisterous
than
the
first
.
'
They
belong
to
the
old
gentleman
,
'
said
Oliver
,
wringing
his
hands
;
'
to
the
good
,
kind
,
old
gentleman
who
took
me
into
his
house
,
and
had
me
nursed
,
when
I
was
near
dying
of
the
fever
.
Oh
,
pray
send
them
back
;
send
him
back
the
books
and
money
.
Keep
me
here
all
my
life
long
;
but
pray
,
pray
send
them
back
.
He
'll
think
I
stole
them
;
the
old
lady
:
all
of
them
who
were
so
kind
to
me
:
will
think
I
stole
them
.
Oh
,
do
have
mercy
upon
me
,
and
send
them
back
!
'
With
these
words
,
which
were
uttered
with
all
the
energy
of
passionate
grief
,
Oliver
fell
upon
his
knees
at
the
Jew
's
feet
;
and
beat
his
hands
together
,
in
perfect
desperation
.
'
The
boy
's
right
,
'
remarked
Fagin
,
looking
covertly
round
,
and
knitting
his
shaggy
eyebrows
into
a
hard
knot
.
'
You
're
right
,
Oliver
,
you
're
right
;
they
WILL
think
you
have
stolen
'em
.
Ha
!
ha
!
'
chuckled
the
Jew
,
rubbing
his
hands
,
'
it
could
n't
have
happened
better
,
if
we
had
chosen
our
time
!
'
'
Of
course
it
could
n't
,
'
replied
Sikes
;
'
I
know
'd
that
,
directly
I
see
him
coming
through
Clerkenwell
,
with
the
books
under
his
arm
.
It
's
all
right
enough
.
They
're
soft-hearted
psalm-singers
,
or
they
would
n't
have
taken
him
in
at
all
;
and
they
'll
ask
no
questions
after
him
,
fear
they
should
be
obliged
to
prosecute
,
and
so
get
him
lagged
.
He
's
safe
enough
.
'
Oliver
had
looked
from
one
to
the
other
,
while
these
words
were
being
spoken
,
as
if
he
were
bewildered
,
and
could
scarecely
understand
what
passed
;
but
when
Bill
Sikes
concluded
,
he
jumped
suddenly
to
his
feet
,
and
tore
wildly
from
the
room
:
uttering
shrieks
for
help
,
which
made
the
bare
old
house
echo
to
the
roof
.
