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'
Not
to
be
done
at
all
!
'
echoed
the
Jew
,
leaning
back
in
his
chair
.
'
No
,
not
at
all
,
'
rejoined
Sikes
.
'
At
least
it
ca
n't
be
a
put-up
job
,
as
we
expected
.
'
'
Then
it
has
n't
been
properly
gone
about
,
'
said
the
Jew
,
turning
pale
with
anger
.
'
Do
n't
tell
me
!
'
'
But
I
will
tell
you
,
'
retorted
Sikes
.
'
Who
are
you
that
's
not
to
be
told
?
I
tell
you
that
Toby
Crackit
has
been
hanging
about
the
place
for
a
fortnight
,
and
he
ca
n't
get
one
of
the
servants
in
line
.
'
'
Do
you
mean
to
tell
me
,
Bill
,
'
said
the
Jew
:
softening
as
the
other
grew
heated
:
'
that
neither
of
the
two
men
in
the
house
can
be
got
over
?
'
'
Yes
,
I
do
mean
to
tell
you
so
,
'
replied
Sikes
.
'
The
old
lady
has
had
'em
these
twenty
years
;
and
if
you
were
to
give
'em
five
hundred
pound
,
they
would
n't
be
in
it
.
'
'
But
do
you
mean
to
say
,
my
dear
,
'
remonstrated
the
Jew
,
'
that
the
women
ca
n't
be
got
over
?
'
'
Not
a
bit
of
it
,
'
replied
Sikes
.
'
Not
by
flash
Toby
Crackit
?
'
said
the
Jew
incredulously
.
'
Think
what
women
are
,
Bill
,
'
'
No
;
not
even
by
flash
Toby
Crackit
,
'
replied
Sikes
.
'
He
says
he
's
worn
sham
whiskers
,
and
a
canary
waistcoat
,
the
whole
blessed
time
he
's
been
loitering
down
there
,
and
it
's
all
of
no
use
.
'
