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Mr.
Sikes
,
thus
mutely
appealed
to
;
and
possibly
feeling
his
personal
pride
and
influence
interested
in
the
immediate
reduction
of
Miss
Nancy
to
reason
;
gave
utterance
to
about
a
couple
of
score
of
curses
and
threats
,
the
rapid
production
of
which
reflected
great
credit
on
the
fertility
of
his
invention
.
As
they
produced
no
visible
effect
on
the
object
against
whom
they
were
discharged
,
however
,
he
resorted
to
more
tangible
arguments
.
'
What
do
you
mean
by
this
?
'
said
Sikes
;
backing
the
inquiry
with
a
very
common
imprecation
concerning
the
most
beautiful
of
human
features
:
which
,
if
it
were
heard
above
,
only
once
out
of
every
fifty
thousand
times
that
it
is
uttered
below
,
would
render
blindness
as
common
a
disorder
as
measles
:
'
what
do
you
mean
by
it
?
Burn
my
body
!
Do
you
know
who
you
are
,
and
what
you
are
?
'
'
Oh
,
yes
,
I
know
all
about
it
,
'
replied
the
girl
,
laughing
hysterically
;
and
shaking
her
head
from
side
to
side
,
with
a
poor
assumption
of
indifference
.
'
Well
,
then
,
keep
quiet
,
'
rejoined
Sikes
,
with
a
growl
like
that
he
was
accustomed
to
use
when
addressing
his
dog
,
'
or
I
'll
quiet
you
for
a
good
long
time
to
come
.
'
The
girl
laughed
again
:
even
less
composedly
than
before
;
and
,
darting
a
hasty
look
at
Sikes
,
turned
her
face
aside
,
and
bit
her
lip
till
the
blood
came
.
'
You
're
a
nice
one
,
'
added
Sikes
,
as
he
surveyed
her
with
a
contemptuous
air
,
'
to
take
up
the
humane
and
gen
--
teel
side
!
A
pretty
subject
for
the
child
,
as
you
call
him
,
to
make
a
friend
of
!
'
'
God
Almighty
help
me
,
I
am
!
'
cried
the
girl
passionately
;
'
and
I
wish
I
had
been
struck
dead
in
the
street
,
or
had
changed
places
with
them
we
passed
so
near
to-night
,
before
I
had
lent
a
hand
in
bringing
him
here
.
He
's
a
thief
,
a
liar
,
a
devil
,
all
that
's
bad
,
from
this
night
forth
.
Is
n't
that
enough
for
the
old
wretch
,
without
blows
?
'
'
Come
,
come
,
Sikes
,
'
said
the
Jew
appealing
to
him
in
a
remonstratory
tone
,
and
motioning
towards
the
boys
,
who
were
eagerly
attentive
to
all
that
passed
;
'
we
must
have
civil
words
;
civil
words
,
Bill
.
'
'
Civil
words
!
'
cried
the
girl
,
whose
passion
was
frightful
to
see
.
'
Civil
words
,
you
villain
!
Yes
,
you
deserve
'em
from
me
.
I
thieved
for
you
when
I
was
a
child
not
half
as
old
as
this
!
'
pointing
to
Oliver
.
'
I
have
been
in
the
same
trade
,
and
in
the
same
service
,
for
twelve
years
since
.
Do
n't
you
know
it
?
Speak
out
!
Do
n't
you
know
it
?
'
