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It
was
fortunate
for
her
that
the
possession
of
money
occasioned
him
so
much
employment
next
day
in
the
way
of
eating
and
drinking
;
and
withal
had
so
beneficial
an
effect
in
smoothing
down
the
asperities
of
his
temper
;
that
he
had
neither
time
nor
inclination
to
be
very
critical
upon
her
behaviour
and
deportment
.
That
she
had
all
the
abstracted
and
nervous
manner
of
one
who
is
on
the
eve
of
some
bold
and
hazardous
step
,
which
it
has
required
no
common
struggle
to
resolve
upon
,
would
have
been
obvious
to
the
lynx-eyed
Fagin
,
who
would
most
probably
have
taken
the
alarm
at
once
;
but
Mr.
Sikes
lacking
the
niceties
of
discrimination
,
and
being
troubled
with
no
more
subtle
misgivings
than
those
which
resolve
themselves
into
a
dogged
roughness
of
behaviour
towards
everybody
;
and
being
,
furthermore
,
in
an
unusually
amiable
condition
,
as
has
been
already
observed
;
saw
nothing
unusual
in
her
demeanor
,
and
indeed
,
troubled
himself
so
little
about
her
,
that
,
had
her
agitation
been
far
more
perceptible
than
it
was
,
it
would
have
been
very
unlikely
to
have
awakened
his
suspicions
.
As
that
day
closed
in
,
the
girl
's
excitement
increased
;
and
,
when
night
came
on
,
and
she
sat
by
,
watching
until
the
housebreaker
should
drink
himself
asleep
,
there
was
an
unusual
paleness
in
her
cheek
,
and
a
fire
in
her
eye
,
that
even
Sikes
observed
with
astonishment
.
Mr.
Sikes
being
weak
from
the
fever
,
was
lying
in
bed
,
taking
hot
water
with
his
gin
to
render
it
less
inflammatory
;
and
had
pushed
his
glass
towards
Nancy
to
be
replenished
for
the
third
or
fourth
time
,
when
these
symptoms
first
struck
him
.
'
Why
,
burn
my
body
!
'
said
the
man
,
raising
himself
on
his
hands
as
he
stared
the
girl
in
the
face
.
'
You
look
like
a
corpse
come
to
life
again
.
What
's
the
matter
?
'
'
Matter
!
'
replied
the
girl
.
'
Nothing
.
What
do
you
look
at
me
so
hard
for
?
'
'
What
foolery
is
this
?
'
demanded
Sikes
,
grasping
her
by
the
arm
,
and
shaking
her
roughly
.
'
What
is
it
?
What
do
you
mean
?
What
are
you
thinking
of
?
'
'
Of
many
things
,
Bill
,
'
replied
the
girl
,
shivering
,
and
as
she
did
so
,
pressing
her
hands
upon
her
eyes
.
'
But
,
Lord
!
What
odds
in
that
?
'
The
tone
of
forced
gaiety
in
which
the
last
words
were
spoken
,
seemd
to
produce
a
deeper
impression
on
Sikes
than
the
wild
and
rigid
look
which
had
preceded
them
.
