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'
He
should
have
tried
mustachios
and
a
pair
of
military
trousers
,
my
dear
,
'
said
the
Jew
.
'
So
he
did
,
'
rejoined
Sikes
,
'
and
they
war
n't
of
no
more
use
than
the
other
plant
.
'
The
Jew
looked
blank
at
this
information
.
After
ruminating
for
some
minutes
with
his
chin
sunk
on
his
breast
,
he
raised
his
head
and
said
,
with
a
deep
sigh
,
that
if
flash
Toby
Crackit
reported
aright
,
he
feared
the
game
was
up
.
'
And
yet
,
'
said
the
old
man
,
dropping
his
hands
on
his
knees
,
'
it
's
a
sad
thing
,
my
dear
,
to
lose
so
much
when
we
had
set
our
hearts
upon
it
.
'
'
So
it
is
,
'
said
Mr.
Sikes
.
'
Worse
luck
!
'
A
long
silence
ensued
;
during
which
the
Jew
was
plunged
in
deep
thought
,
with
his
face
wrinkled
into
an
expression
of
villainy
perfectly
demoniacal
.
Sikes
eyed
him
furtively
from
time
to
time
.
Nancy
,
apparently
fearful
of
irritating
the
housebreaker
,
sat
with
her
eyes
fixed
upon
the
fire
,
as
if
she
had
been
deaf
to
all
that
passed
.
'
Fagin
,
'
said
Sikes
,
abruptly
breaking
the
stillness
that
prevailed
;
'
is
it
worth
fifty
shiners
extra
,
if
it
's
safely
done
from
the
outside
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
the
Jew
,
as
suddenly
rousing
himself
.
'
Is
it
a
bargain
?
'
inquired
Sikes
.
'
Yes
,
my
dear
,
yes
,
'
rejoined
the
Jew
;
his
eyes
glistening
,
and
every
muscle
in
his
face
working
,
with
the
excitement
that
the
inquiry
had
awakened
.
