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'
Your
must
say
it
all
over
again
,
if
it
's
anything
you
want
me
to
do
,
'
rejoined
Nancy
;
'
and
if
it
is
,
you
had
better
wait
till
to-morrow
.
You
put
me
up
for
a
minute
;
but
now
I
'm
stupid
again
.
'
Fagin
put
several
other
questions
:
all
with
the
same
drift
of
ascertaining
whether
the
girl
had
profited
by
his
unguarded
hints
;
but
,
she
answered
them
so
readily
,
and
was
withal
so
utterly
unmoved
by
his
searching
looks
,
that
his
original
impression
of
her
being
more
than
a
trifle
in
liquor
,
was
confirmed
.
Nancy
,
indeed
,
was
not
exempt
from
a
failing
which
was
very
common
among
the
Jew
's
female
pupils
;
and
in
which
,
in
their
tenderer
years
,
they
were
rather
encouraged
than
checked
.
Her
disordered
appearance
,
and
a
wholesale
perfume
of
Geneva
which
pervaded
the
apartment
,
afforded
stong
confirmatory
evidence
of
the
justice
of
the
Jew
's
supposition
;
and
when
,
after
indulging
in
the
temporary
display
of
violence
above
described
,
she
subsided
,
first
into
dullness
,
and
afterwards
into
a
compound
of
feelings
:
under
the
influence
of
which
she
shed
tears
one
minute
,
and
in
the
next
gave
utterance
to
various
exclamations
of
'
Never
say
die
!
'
and
divers
calculations
as
to
what
might
be
the
amount
of
the
odds
so
long
as
a
lady
or
gentleman
was
happy
,
Mr.
Fagin
,
who
had
had
considerable
experience
of
such
matters
in
his
time
,
saw
,
with
great
satisfaction
,
that
she
was
very
far
gone
indeed
.
Having
eased
his
mind
by
this
discovery
;
and
having
accomplished
his
twofold
object
of
imparting
to
the
girl
what
he
had
,
that
night
,
heard
,
and
of
ascertaining
,
with
his
own
eyes
,
that
Sikes
had
not
returned
,
Mr.
Fagin
again
turned
his
face
homeward
:
leaving
his
young
friend
asleep
,
with
her
head
upon
the
table
.
It
was
within
an
hour
of
midnight
.
The
weather
being
dark
,
and
piercing
cold
,
he
had
no
great
temptation
to
loiter
.
The
sharp
wind
that
scoured
the
streets
,
seemed
to
have
cleared
them
of
passengers
,
as
of
dust
and
mud
,
for
few
people
were
abroad
,
and
they
were
to
all
appearance
hastening
fast
home
.
It
blew
from
the
right
quarter
for
the
Jew
,
however
,
and
straight
before
it
he
went
:
trembling
,
and
shivering
,
as
every
fresh
gust
drove
him
rudely
on
his
way
.
He
had
reached
the
corner
of
his
own
street
,
and
was
already
fumbling
in
his
pocket
for
the
door-key
,
when
a
dark
figure
emerged
from
a
projecting
entrance
which
lay
in
deep
shadow
,
and
,
crossing
the
road
,
glided
up
to
him
unperceived
.
'
Fagin
!
'
whispered
a
voice
close
to
his
ear
.
'
Ah
!
'
said
the
Jew
,
turning
quickly
round
,
'
is
that
--
'
'
Yes
!
'
interrupted
the
stranger
.
'
I
have
been
lingering
here
these
two
hours
.
Where
the
devil
have
you
been
?
'
'
On
your
business
,
my
dear
,
'
replied
the
Jew
,
glancing
uneasily
at
his
companion
,
and
slackening
his
pace
as
he
spoke
.
'
On
your
business
all
night
.
'
