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'
It
is
cold
,
Nancy
dear
,
'
said
the
Jew
,
as
he
warmed
his
skinny
hands
over
the
fire
.
'
It
seems
to
go
right
through
one
,
'
added
the
old
man
,
touching
his
side
.
'
It
must
be
a
piercer
,
if
it
finds
its
way
through
your
heart
,
'
said
Mr.
Sikes
.
'
Give
him
something
to
drink
,
Nancy
.
Burn
my
body
,
make
haste
!
It
's
enough
to
turn
a
man
ill
,
to
see
his
lean
old
carcase
shivering
in
that
way
,
like
a
ugly
ghost
just
rose
from
the
grave
.
'
Nancy
quickly
brought
a
bottle
from
a
cupboard
,
in
which
there
were
many
:
which
,
to
judge
from
the
diversity
of
their
appearance
,
were
filled
with
several
kinds
of
liquids
.
Sikes
pouring
out
a
glass
of
brandy
,
bade
the
Jew
drink
it
off
.
'
Quite
enough
,
quite
,
thankye
,
Bill
,
'
replied
the
Jew
,
putting
down
the
glass
after
just
setting
his
lips
to
it
.
'
What
!
You
're
afraid
of
our
getting
the
better
of
you
,
are
you
?
'
inquired
Sikes
,
fixing
his
eyes
on
the
Jew
.
'
Ugh
!
'
With
a
hoarse
grunt
of
contempt
,
Mr.
Sikes
seized
the
glass
,
and
threw
the
remainder
of
its
contents
into
the
ashes
:
as
a
preparatory
ceremony
to
filling
it
again
for
himself
:
which
he
did
at
once
.
The
Jew
glanced
round
the
room
,
as
his
companion
tossed
down
the
second
glassful
;
not
in
curiousity
,
for
he
had
seen
it
often
before
;
but
in
a
restless
and
suspicious
manner
habitual
to
him
.
It
was
a
meanly
furnished
apartment
,
with
nothing
but
the
contents
of
the
closet
to
induce
the
belief
that
its
occupier
was
anything
but
a
working
man
;
and
with
no
more
suspicious
articles
displayed
to
view
than
two
or
three
heavy
bludgeons
which
stood
in
a
corner
,
and
a
'
life-preserver
'
that
hung
over
the
chimney-piece
.
'
There
,
'
said
Sikes
,
smacking
his
lips
.
'
Now
I
'm
ready
.
'
'
For
business
?
'
inquired
the
Jew
.
