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'
Yes
,
yes
!
'
interposed
the
Jew
,
drawing
up
his
chair
.
Mr.
Crackit
stopped
to
take
a
draught
of
spirits
and
water
,
and
to
declare
that
the
gin
was
excellent
;
then
placing
his
feet
against
the
low
mantelpiece
,
so
as
to
bring
his
boots
to
about
the
level
of
his
eye
,
he
quietly
resumed
.
'
First
and
foremost
,
Faguey
,
'
said
the
housebreaker
,
'
how
's
Bill
?
'
'
What
!
'
screamed
the
Jew
,
starting
from
his
seat
.
'
Why
,
you
do
n't
mean
to
say
--
'
began
Toby
,
turning
pale
.
'
Mean
!
'
cried
the
Jew
,
stamping
furiously
on
the
ground
.
'
Where
are
they
?
Sikes
and
the
boy
!
Where
are
they
?
Where
have
they
been
?
Where
are
they
hiding
?
Why
have
they
not
been
here
?
'
'
The
crack
failed
,
'
said
Toby
faintly
'
I
know
it
,
'
replied
the
Jew
,
tearing
a
newspaper
from
his
pocket
and
pointing
to
it
.
'
What
more
?
'
'
They
fired
and
hit
the
boy
.
We
cut
over
the
fields
at
the
back
,
with
him
between
us
--
straight
as
the
crow
flies
--
through
hedge
and
ditch
.
They
gave
chase
.
Damme
!
the
whole
country
was
awake
,
and
the
dogs
upon
us
.
'
'
The
boy
!
'
