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'
Is
this
the
Three
Cripples
?
'
asked
Noah
.
'
That
is
the
dabe
of
this
'
ouse
,
'
replied
the
Jew
.
'
A
gentleman
we
met
on
the
road
,
coming
up
from
the
country
,
recommended
us
here
,
'
said
Noah
,
nudging
Charlotte
,
perhaps
to
call
her
attention
to
this
most
ingenious
device
for
attracting
respect
,
and
perhaps
to
warn
her
to
betray
no
surprise
.
'
We
want
to
sleep
here
to-night
.
'
'
I
'
b
dot
certaid
you
cad
,
'
said
Barney
,
who
was
the
attendant
sprite
;
'
but
I
'll
idquire
.
'
'
Show
us
the
tap
,
and
give
us
a
bit
of
cold
meat
and
a
drop
of
beer
while
yer
inquiring
,
will
yer
?
'
said
Noah
.
Barney
complied
by
ushering
them
into
a
small
back-room
,
and
setting
the
required
viands
before
them
;
having
done
which
,
he
informed
the
travellers
that
they
could
be
lodged
that
night
,
and
left
the
amiable
couple
to
their
refreshment
.
Now
,
this
back-room
was
immediately
behind
the
bar
,
and
some
steps
lower
,
so
that
any
person
connected
with
the
house
,
undrawing
a
small
curtain
which
concealed
a
single
pane
of
glass
fixed
in
the
wall
of
the
last-named
apartment
,
about
five
feet
from
its
flooring
,
could
not
only
look
down
upon
any
guests
in
the
back-room
without
any
great
hazard
of
being
observed
(
the
glass
being
in
a
dark
angle
of
the
wall
,
between
which
and
a
large
upright
beam
the
observer
had
to
thrust
himself
)
,
but
could
,
by
applying
his
ear
to
the
partition
,
ascertain
with
tolerable
distinctness
,
their
subject
of
conversation
.
The
landlord
of
the
house
had
not
withdrawn
his
eye
from
this
place
of
espial
for
five
minutes
,
and
Barney
had
only
just
returned
from
making
the
communication
above
related
,
when
Fagin
,
in
the
course
of
his
evening
's
business
,
came
into
the
bar
to
inquire
after
some
of
his
young
pupils
.
'
Hush
!
'
said
Barney
:
'
stradegers
id
the
next
roob
.
'
'
Strangers
!
'
repeated
the
old
man
in
a
whisper
.
