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But
it
turned
out
a
good
job
for
you
;
did
n't
it
,
Fagin
!
And
what
's
six
weeks
of
it
?
It
must
come
,
some
time
or
another
,
and
why
not
in
the
winter
time
when
you
do
n't
want
to
go
out
a-walking
so
much
;
eh
,
Fagin
?
'
'
Ah
,
to
be
sure
,
my
dear
,
'
replied
the
Jew
.
'
You
would
n't
mind
it
again
,
Tom
,
would
you
,
'
asked
the
Dodger
,
winking
upon
Charley
and
the
Jew
,
'
if
Bet
was
all
right
?
'
'
I
mean
to
say
that
I
should
n't
,
'
replied
Tom
,
angrily
.
'
There
,
now
.
Ah
!
Who
'll
say
as
much
as
that
,
I
should
like
to
know
;
eh
,
Fagin
?
'
'
Nobody
,
my
dear
,
'
replied
the
Jew
;
'
not
a
soul
,
Tom
.
I
do
n't
know
one
of
'em
that
would
do
it
besides
you
;
not
one
of
'em
,
my
dear
.
'
'
I
might
have
got
clear
off
,
if
I
'd
split
upon
her
;
might
n't
I
,
Fagin
?
'
angrily
pursued
the
poor
half-witted
dupe
.
'
A
word
from
me
would
have
done
it
;
would
n't
it
,
Fagin
?
'
'
To
be
sure
it
would
,
my
dear
,
'
replied
the
Jew
.
'
But
I
did
n't
blab
it
;
did
I
,
Fagin
?
'
demanded
Tom
,
pouring
question
upon
question
with
great
volubility
.
'
No
,
no
,
to
be
sure
,
'
replied
the
Jew
;
'
you
were
too
stout-hearted
for
that
.
A
deal
too
stout
,
my
dear
!
'
'
Perhaps
I
was
,
'
rejoined
Tom
,
looking
round
;
'
and
if
I
was
,
what
's
to
laugh
at
,
in
that
;
eh
,
Fagin
?
'
