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'
I
heard
you
talk
of
something
in
the
spy
way
upon
the
others
,
my
dear
,
'
said
Fagin
.
'
My
friend
wants
somebody
who
would
do
that
well
,
very
much
.
'
'
Why
,
I
did
mention
that
,
and
I
should
n't
mind
turning
my
hand
to
it
sometimes
,
'
rejoined
Mr.
Claypole
slowly
;
'
but
it
would
n't
pay
by
itself
,
you
know
.
'
'
That
's
true
!
'
observed
the
Jew
,
ruminating
or
pretending
to
ruminate
.
'
No
,
it
might
not
.
'
'
What
do
you
think
,
then
?
'
asked
Noah
,
anxiously
regarding
him
.
'
Something
in
the
sneaking
way
,
where
it
was
pretty
sure
work
,
and
not
much
more
risk
than
being
at
home
.
'
'
What
do
you
think
of
the
old
ladies
?
'
asked
Fagin
.
'
There
's
a
good
deal
of
money
made
in
snatching
their
bags
and
parcels
,
and
running
round
the
corner
.
'
'
Do
n't
they
holler
out
a
good
deal
,
and
scratch
sometimes
?
'
asked
Noah
,
shaking
his
head
.
'
I
do
n't
think
that
would
answer
my
purpose
.
Ai
n't
there
any
other
line
open
?
'
'
Stop
!
'
said
Fagin
,
laying
his
hand
on
Noah
's
knee
.
'
The
kinchin
lay
.
'
'
The
kinchins
,
my
dear
,
'
said
Fagin
,
'
is
the
young
children
that
's
sent
on
errands
by
their
mothers
,
with
sixpences
and
shillings
;
and
the
lay
is
just
to
take
their
money
away
--
they
've
always
got
it
ready
in
their
hands
--
then
knock
'em
into
the
kennel
,
and
walk
off
very
slow
,
as
if
there
were
nothing
else
the
matter
but
a
child
fallen
down
and
hurt
itself
.
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
'
'
Ha
!
ha
!
'
roared
Mr.
Claypole
,
kicking
up
his
legs
in
an
ecstasy
.
