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'
For
business
,
'
replied
Sikes
;
'
so
say
what
you
've
got
to
say
.
'
'
About
the
crib
at
Chertsey
,
Bill
?
'
said
the
Jew
,
drawing
his
chair
forward
,
and
speaking
in
a
very
low
voice
.
'
Yes
.
Wot
about
it
?
'
inquired
Sikes
.
'
Ah
!
you
know
what
I
mean
,
my
dear
,
'
said
the
Jew
.
'
He
knows
what
I
mean
,
Nancy
;
do
n't
he
?
'
'
No
,
he
do
n't
,
'
sneered
Mr.
Sikes
.
'
Or
he
wo
n't
,
and
that
's
the
same
thing
.
Speak
out
,
and
call
things
by
their
right
names
;
do
n't
sit
there
,
winking
and
blinking
,
and
talking
to
me
in
hints
,
as
if
you
war
n't
the
very
first
that
thought
about
the
robbery
.
Wot
d'ye
mean
?
'
'
Hush
,
Bill
,
hush
!
'
said
the
Jew
,
who
had
in
vain
attempted
to
stop
this
burst
of
indignation
;
'
somebody
will
hear
us
,
my
dear
.
Somebody
will
hear
us
.
'
'
Let
'em
hear
!
'
said
Sikes
;
'
I
do
n't
care
.
'
But
as
Mr.
Sikes
DID
care
,
on
reflection
,
he
dropped
his
voice
as
he
said
the
words
,
and
grew
calmer
.
'
There
,
there
,
'
said
the
Jew
,
coaxingly
.
'
It
was
only
my
caution
,
nothing
more
.
Now
,
my
dear
,
about
that
crib
at
Chertsey
;
when
is
it
to
be
done
,
Bill
,
eh
?
When
is
it
to
be
done
?
Such
plate
,
my
dear
,
such
plate
!
'
said
the
Jew
:
rubbing
his
hands
,
and
elevating
his
eyebrows
in
a
rapture
of
anticipation
.
'
Not
at
all
,
'
replied
Sikes
coldly
.
