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'
Lord
,
that
's
the
very
thing
!
'
'
To
be
sure
it
is
,
'
replied
Fagin
;
'
and
you
can
have
a
few
good
beats
chalked
out
in
Camden
Town
,
and
Battle
Bridge
,
and
neighborhoods
like
that
,
where
they
're
always
going
errands
;
and
you
can
upset
as
many
kinchins
as
you
want
,
any
hour
in
the
day
.
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
'
With
this
,
Fagin
poked
Mr.
Claypole
in
the
side
,
and
they
joined
in
a
burst
of
laughter
both
long
and
loud
.
'
Well
,
that
's
all
right
!
'
said
Noah
,
when
he
had
recovered
himself
,
and
Charlotte
had
returned
.
'
What
time
to-morrow
shall
we
say
?
'
'
Will
ten
do
?
'
asked
Fagin
,
adding
,
as
Mr.
Claypole
nodded
assent
,
'
What
name
shall
I
tell
my
good
friend
.
'
'
Mr.
Bolter
,
'
replied
Noah
,
who
had
prepared
himself
for
such
emergency
.
'
Mr.
Morris
Bolter
.
This
is
Mrs.
Bolter
.
'
'
Mrs.
Bolter
's
humble
servant
,
'
said
Fagin
,
bowing
with
grotesque
politeness
.
'
I
hope
I
shall
know
her
better
very
shortly
.
'
'
Do
you
hear
the
gentleman
,
Charlotte
?
'
thundered
Mr.
Claypole
.
'
Yes
,
Noah
,
dear
!
'
replied
Mrs.
Bolter
,
extending
her
hand
.
'
She
calls
me
Noah
,
as
a
sort
of
fond
way
of
talking
,
'
said
Mr.
Morris
Bolter
,
late
Claypole
,
turning
to
Fagin
.
'
You
understand
?
'
