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Hush
!
Quiet
,
Charley
!
Gently
,
Tom
!
Scarce
,
scarce
!
'
This
brief
direction
to
Charley
Bates
,
and
his
recent
antagonist
,
was
softly
and
immediately
obeyed
.
There
was
no
sound
of
their
whereabout
,
when
the
Dodger
descended
the
stairs
,
bearing
the
light
in
his
hand
,
and
followed
by
a
man
in
a
coarse
smock-frock
;
who
,
after
casting
a
hurried
glance
round
the
room
,
pulled
off
a
large
wrapper
which
had
concealed
the
lower
portion
of
his
face
,
and
disclosed
:
all
haggard
,
unwashed
,
and
unshorn
:
the
features
of
flash
Toby
Crackit
.
'
How
are
you
,
Faguey
?
'
said
this
worthy
,
nodding
to
the
Jew
.
'
Pop
that
shawl
away
in
my
castor
,
Dodger
,
so
that
I
may
know
where
to
find
it
when
I
cut
;
that
's
the
time
of
day
!
You
'll
be
a
fine
young
cracksman
afore
the
old
file
now
.
'
With
these
words
he
pulled
up
the
smock-frock
;
and
,
winding
it
round
his
middle
,
drew
a
chair
to
the
fire
,
and
placed
his
feet
upon
the
hob
.
'
See
there
,
Faguey
,
'
he
said
,
pointing
disconsolately
to
his
top
boots
;
'
not
a
drop
of
Day
and
Martin
since
you
know
when
;
not
a
bubble
of
blacking
,
by
Jove
!
But
do
n't
look
at
me
in
that
way
,
man
.
All
in
good
time
.
I
ca
n't
talk
about
business
till
I
've
eat
and
drank
;
so
produce
the
sustainance
,
and
let
's
have
a
quiet
fill-out
for
the
first
time
these
three
days
!
'
The
Jew
motioned
to
the
Dodger
to
place
what
eatables
there
were
,
upon
the
table
;
and
,
seating
himself
opposite
the
housebreaker
,
waited
his
leisure
.
To
judge
from
appearances
,
Toby
was
by
no
means
in
a
hurry
to
open
the
conversation
.
At
first
,
the
Jew
contented
himself
with
patiently
watching
his
countenance
,
as
if
to
gain
from
its
expression
some
clue
to
the
intelligence
he
brought
;
but
in
vain
.
He
looked
tired
and
worn
,
but
there
was
the
same
complacent
repose
upon
his
features
that
they
always
wore
:
and
through
dirt
,
and
beard
,
and
whisker
,
there
still
shone
,
unimpaired
,
the
self-satisfied
smirk
of
flash
Toby
Crackit
.
Then
the
Jew
,
in
an
agony
of
impatience
,
watched
every
morsel
he
put
into
his
mouth
;
pacing
up
and
down
the
room
,
meanwhile
,
in
irrepressible
excitement
.
It
was
all
of
no
use
.
Toby
continued
to
eat
with
the
utmost
outward
indifference
,
until
he
could
eat
no
more
;
then
,
ordering
the
Dodger
out
,
he
closed
the
door
,
mixed
a
glass
of
spirits
and
water
,
and
composed
himself
for
talking
.
'
First
and
foremost
,
Faguey
,
'
said
Toby
.
