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'
What
,
I
suppose
he
was
--
'
'
Wanted
,
'
interposed
Fagin
.
'
Yes
,
he
was
wanted
.
'
'
Very
particular
?
'
inquired
Mr.
Bolter
.
'
No
,
'
replied
Fagin
,
'
not
very
.
He
was
charged
with
attempting
to
pick
a
pocket
,
and
they
found
a
silver
snuff-box
on
him
--
his
own
,
my
dear
,
his
own
,
for
he
took
snuff
himself
,
and
was
very
fond
of
it
.
They
remanded
him
till
to-day
,
for
they
thought
they
knew
the
owner
.
Ah
!
he
was
worth
fifty
boxes
,
and
I
'd
give
the
price
of
as
many
to
have
him
back
.
You
should
have
known
the
Dodger
,
my
dear
;
you
should
have
known
the
Dodger
.
'
'
Well
,
but
I
shall
know
him
,
I
hope
;
do
n't
yer
think
so
?
'
said
Mr.
Bolter
.
'
I
'm
doubtful
about
it
,
'
replied
Fagin
,
with
a
sigh
.
'
If
they
do
n't
get
any
fresh
evidence
,
it
'll
only
be
a
summary
conviction
,
and
we
shall
have
him
back
again
after
six
weeks
or
so
;
but
,
if
they
do
,
it
's
a
case
of
lagging
.
They
know
what
a
clever
lad
he
is
;
he
'll
be
a
lifer
.
They
'll
make
the
Artful
nothing
less
than
a
lifer
.
'
'
What
do
you
mean
by
lagging
and
a
lifer
?
'
demanded
Mr.
Bolter
.
'
What
's
the
good
of
talking
in
that
way
to
me
;
why
do
n't
yer
speak
so
as
I
can
understand
yer
?
'
Fagin
was
about
to
translate
these
mysterious
expressions
into
the
vulgar
tongue
;
and
,
being
interpreted
,
Mr.
Bolter
would
have
been
informed
that
they
represented
that
combination
of
words
,
'
transportation
for
life
,
'
when
the
dialogue
was
cut
short
by
the
entry
of
Master
Bates
,
with
his
hands
in
his
breeches-pockets
,
and
his
face
twisted
into
a
look
of
semi-comical
woe
.
'
It
's
all
up
,
Fagin
,
'
said
Charley
,
when
he
and
his
new
companion
had
been
made
known
to
each
other
.
