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Mr.
Bolter
put
his
hand
to
his
neckerchief
,
as
if
he
felt
it
inconveniently
tight
;
and
murmured
an
assent
,
qualified
in
tone
but
not
in
substance
.
'
The
gallows
,
'
continued
Fagin
,
'
the
gallows
,
my
dear
,
is
an
ugly
finger-post
,
which
points
out
a
very
short
and
sharp
turning
that
has
stopped
many
a
bold
fellow
's
career
on
the
broad
highway
.
To
keep
in
the
easy
road
,
and
keep
it
at
a
distance
,
is
object
number
one
with
you
.
'
'
Of
course
it
is
,
'
replied
Mr.
Bolter
.
'
What
do
yer
talk
about
such
things
for
?
'
'
Only
to
show
you
my
meaning
clearly
,
'
said
the
Jew
,
raising
his
eyebrows
.
'
To
be
able
to
do
that
,
you
depend
upon
me
.
To
keep
my
little
business
all
snug
,
I
depend
upon
you
.
The
first
is
your
number
one
,
the
second
my
number
one
.
The
more
you
value
your
number
one
,
the
more
careful
you
must
be
of
mine
;
so
we
come
at
last
to
what
I
told
you
at
first
--
that
a
regard
for
number
one
holds
us
all
together
,
and
must
do
so
,
unless
we
would
all
go
to
pieces
in
company
.
'
'
That
's
true
,
'
rejoined
Mr.
Bolter
,
thoughtfully
.
'
Oh
!
yer
a
cunning
old
codger
!
'
Mr.
Fagin
saw
,
with
delight
,
that
this
tribute
to
his
powers
was
no
mere
compliment
,
but
that
he
had
really
impressed
his
recruit
with
a
sense
of
his
wily
genius
,
which
it
was
most
important
that
he
should
entertain
in
the
outset
of
their
acquaintance
.
To
strengthen
an
impression
so
desirable
and
useful
,
he
followed
up
the
blow
by
acquainting
him
,
in
some
detail
,
with
the
magnitude
and
extent
of
his
operations
;
blending
truth
and
fiction
together
,
as
best
served
his
purpose
;
and
bringing
both
to
bear
,
with
so
much
art
,
that
Mr.
Bolter
's
respect
visibly
increased
,
and
became
tempered
,
at
the
same
time
,
with
a
degree
of
wholesome
fear
,
which
it
was
highly
desirable
to
awaken
.
'
It
's
this
mutual
trust
we
have
in
each
other
that
consoles
me
under
heavy
losses
,
'
said
Fagin
.
'
My
best
hand
was
taken
from
me
,
yesterday
morning
.
'
'
You
do
n't
mean
to
say
he
died
?
'
cried
Mr.
Bolter
.
'
No
,
no
,
'
replied
Fagin
,
'
not
so
bad
as
that
.
Not
quite
so
bad
.
'
