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'
And
no
news
of
Barney
?
'
inquired
Fagin
.
'
None
,
'
replied
the
landlord
of
the
Cripples
;
for
it
was
he
.
'
He
wo
n't
stir
till
it
's
all
safe
.
Depend
on
it
,
they
're
on
the
scent
down
there
;
and
that
if
he
moved
,
he
'd
blow
upon
the
thing
at
once
.
He
's
all
right
enough
,
Barney
is
,
else
I
should
have
heard
of
him
.
I
'll
pound
it
,
that
Barney
's
managing
properly
.
Let
him
alone
for
that
.
'
'
Will
HE
be
here
to-night
?
'
asked
the
Jew
,
laying
the
same
emphasis
on
the
pronoun
as
before
.
'
Monks
,
do
you
mean
?
'
inquired
the
landlord
,
hesitating
.
'
Hush
!
'
said
the
Jew
.
'
Yes
.
'
'
Certain
,
'
replied
the
man
,
drawing
a
gold
watch
from
his
fob
;
'
I
expected
him
here
before
now
.
If
you
'll
wait
ten
minutes
,
he
'll
be
--
'
'
No
,
no
,
'
said
the
Jew
,
hastily
;
as
though
,
however
desirous
he
might
be
to
see
the
person
in
question
,
he
was
nevertheless
relieved
by
his
absence
.
'
Tell
him
I
came
here
to
see
him
;
and
that
he
must
come
to
me
to-night
.
No
,
say
to-morrow
.
As
he
is
not
here
,
to-morrow
will
be
time
enough
.
'
'
Good
!
'
said
the
man
.
'
Nothing
more
?
'
'
Not
a
word
now
,
'
said
the
Jew
,
descending
the
stairs
.
'
I
say
,
'
said
the
other
,
looking
over
the
rails
,
and
speaking
in
a
hoarse
whisper
;
'
what
a
time
this
would
be
for
a
sell
!
I
've
got
Phil
Barker
here
:
so
drunk
,
that
a
boy
might
take
him
!
'
