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'
Only
one
of
my
young
people
,
'
said
Fagin
,
observing
that
Monks
drew
back
,
on
beholding
a
stranger
.
'
Do
n't
move
,
Nancy
.
'
The
girl
drew
closer
to
the
table
,
and
glancing
at
Monks
with
an
air
of
careless
levity
,
withdrew
her
eyes
;
but
as
he
turned
towards
Fagin
,
she
stole
another
look
;
so
keen
and
searching
,
and
full
of
purpose
,
that
if
there
had
been
any
bystander
to
observe
the
change
,
he
could
hardly
have
believed
the
two
looks
to
have
proceeded
from
the
same
person
.
'
Any
news
?
'
inquired
Fagin
.
'
Great
.
'
'
And
--
and
--
good
?
'
asked
Fagin
,
hesitating
as
though
he
feared
to
vex
the
other
man
by
being
too
sanguine
.
'
Not
bad
,
any
way
,
'
replied
Monks
with
a
smile
.
'
I
have
been
prompt
enough
this
time
.
Let
me
have
a
word
with
you
.
'
The
girl
drew
closer
to
the
table
,
and
made
no
offer
to
leave
the
room
,
although
she
could
see
that
Monks
was
pointing
to
her
.
The
Jew
:
perhaps
fearing
she
might
say
something
aloud
about
the
money
,
if
he
endeavoured
to
get
rid
of
her
:
pointed
upward
,
and
took
Monks
out
of
the
room
.
'
Not
that
infernal
hole
we
were
in
before
,
'
she
could
hear
the
man
say
as
they
went
upstairs
.
Fagin
laughed
;
and
making
some
reply
which
did
not
reach
her
,
seemed
,
by
the
creaking
of
the
boards
,
to
lead
his
companion
to
the
second
story
.
Before
the
sound
of
their
footsteps
had
ceased
to
echo
through
the
house
,
the
girl
had
slipped
off
her
shoes
;
and
drawing
her
gown
loosely
over
her
head
,
and
muffling
her
arms
in
it
,
stood
at
the
door
,
listening
with
breathless
interest
.
The
moment
the
noise
ceased
,
she
glided
from
the
room
;
ascended
the
stairs
with
incredible
softness
and
silence
;
and
was
lost
in
the
gloom
above
.
