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Sikes
,
his
wrath
rising
with
the
recollection
of
his
wrongs
,
'
so
they
go
on
;
and
,
if
they
'd
got
money
enough
(
which
it
's
a
Providence
they
have
n't
,
)
we
should
n't
have
half
a
dozen
boys
left
in
the
whole
trade
,
in
a
year
or
two
.
'
'
No
more
we
should
,
'
acquiesed
the
Jew
,
who
had
been
considering
during
this
speech
,
and
had
only
caught
the
last
sentence
.
'
Bill
!
'
'
What
now
?
'
inquired
Sikes
.
The
Jew
nodded
his
head
towards
Nancy
,
who
was
still
gazing
at
the
fire
;
and
intimated
,
by
a
sign
,
that
he
would
have
her
told
to
leave
the
room
.
Sikes
shrugged
his
shoulders
impatiently
,
as
if
he
thought
the
precaution
unnecessary
;
but
complied
,
nevertheless
,
by
requesting
Miss
Nancy
to
fetch
him
a
jug
of
beer
.
'
You
do
n't
want
any
beer
,
'
said
Nancy
,
folding
her
arms
,
and
retaining
her
seat
very
composedly
.
'
I
tell
you
I
do
!
'
replied
Sikes
.
'
Nonsense
,
'
rejoined
the
girl
coolly
,
'
Go
on
,
Fagin
.
I
know
what
he
's
going
to
say
,
Bill
;
he
need
n't
mind
me
.
'
The
Jew
still
hesitated
.
Sikes
looked
from
one
to
the
other
in
some
surprise
.
'
Why
,
you
do
n't
mind
the
old
girl
,
do
you
,
Fagin
?
'
he
asked
at
length
.
'
You
've
known
her
long
enough
to
trust
her
,
or
the
Devil
's
in
it
.
She
ai
n't
one
to
blab
.
Are
you
Nancy
?
'
'
I
should
think
not
!
'
replied
the
young
lady
:
drawing
her
chair
up
to
the
table
,
and
putting
her
elbows
upon
it
.
