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'
Ah
!
But
it
's
not
Phil
Barker
's
time
,
'
said
the
Jew
,
looking
up
.
'
Phil
has
something
more
to
do
,
before
we
can
afford
to
part
with
him
;
so
go
back
to
the
company
,
my
dear
,
and
tell
them
to
lead
merry
lives
--
WHILE
THEY
LAST
.
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
'
The
landlord
reciprocated
the
old
man
's
laugh
;
and
returned
to
his
guests
.
The
Jew
was
no
sooner
alone
,
than
his
countenance
resumed
its
former
expression
of
anxiety
and
thought
.
After
a
brief
reflection
,
he
called
a
hack-cabriolet
,
and
bade
the
man
drive
towards
Bethnal
Green
.
He
dismissed
him
within
some
quarter
of
a
mile
of
Mr.
Sikes
's
residence
,
and
performed
the
short
remainder
of
the
distance
,
on
foot
.
'
Now
,
'
muttered
the
Jew
,
as
he
knocked
at
the
door
,
'
if
there
is
any
deep
play
here
,
I
shall
have
it
out
of
you
,
my
girl
,
cunning
as
you
are
.
'
She
was
in
her
room
,
the
woman
said
.
Fagin
crept
softly
upstairs
,
and
entered
it
without
any
previous
ceremony
.
The
girl
was
alone
;
lying
with
her
head
upon
the
table
,
and
her
hair
straggling
over
it
.
'
She
has
been
drinking
,
'
thought
the
Jew
,
cooly
,
'
or
perhaps
she
is
only
miserable
.
'
The
old
man
turned
to
close
the
door
,
as
he
made
this
reflection
;
the
noise
thus
occasioned
,
roused
the
girl
.
She
eyed
his
crafty
face
narrowly
,
as
she
inquired
to
his
recital
of
Toby
Crackit
's
story
.
When
it
was
concluded
,
she
sank
into
her
former
attitude
,
but
spoke
not
a
word
.
She
pushed
the
candle
impatiently
away
;
and
once
or
twice
as
she
feverishly
changed
her
position
,
shuffled
her
feet
upon
the
ground
;
but
this
was
all
.
During
the
silence
,
the
Jew
looked
restlessly
about
the
room
,
as
if
to
assure
himself
that
there
were
no
appearances
of
Sikes
having
covertly
returned
.
Apparently
satisfied
with
his
inspection
,
he
coughed
twice
or
thrice
,
and
made
as
many
efforts
to
open
a
conversation
;
but
the
girl
heeded
him
no
more
than
if
he
had
been
made
of
stone
.
At
length
he
made
another
attempt
;
and
rubbing
his
hands
together
,
said
,
in
his
most
concilitory
tone
,
'
And
where
should
you
think
Bill
was
now
,
my
dear
?
'
