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'
Ah
!
Ad
rub
uds
too
,
'
added
Barney
.
'
Frob
the
cuttry
,
but
subthig
in
your
way
,
or
I
'
b
bistaked
.
'
Fagin
appeared
to
receive
this
communication
with
great
interest
.
Mounting
a
stool
,
he
cautiously
applied
his
eye
to
the
pane
of
glass
,
from
which
secret
post
he
could
see
Mr.
Claypole
taking
cold
beef
from
the
dish
,
and
porter
from
the
pot
,
and
administering
homoepathic
doses
of
both
to
Charlotte
,
who
sat
patiently
by
,
eating
and
drinking
at
his
pleasure
.
'
Aha
!
'
he
whispered
,
looking
round
to
Barney
,
'
I
like
that
fellow
's
looks
.
He
'd
be
of
use
to
us
;
he
knows
how
to
train
the
girl
already
.
Do
n't
make
as
much
noise
as
a
mouse
,
my
dear
,
and
let
me
hear
'em
talk
--
let
me
hear
'em
.
'
He
again
applied
his
eye
to
the
glass
,
and
turning
his
ear
to
the
partition
,
listened
attentively
:
with
a
subtle
and
eager
look
upon
his
face
,
that
might
have
appertained
to
some
old
goblin
.
'
So
I
mean
to
be
a
gentleman
,
'
said
Mr.
Claypole
,
kicking
out
his
legs
,
and
continuing
a
conversation
,
the
commencement
of
which
Fagin
had
arrived
too
late
to
hear
.
'
No
more
jolly
old
coffins
,
Charlotte
,
but
a
gentleman
's
life
for
me
:
and
,
if
yer
like
,
yer
shall
be
a
lady
.
'
'
I
should
like
that
well
enough
,
dear
,
'
replied
Charlotte
;
'
but
tills
ai
n't
to
be
emptied
every
day
,
and
people
to
get
clear
off
after
it
.
'
'
Tills
be
blowed
!
'
said
Mr.
Claypole
;
'
there
's
more
things
besides
tills
to
be
emptied
.
'
'
What
do
you
mean
?
'
asked
his
companion
.
