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Here
,
carry
me
off
to
prison
!
Take
me
away
!
'
With
these
last
words
,
the
Dodger
suffered
himself
to
be
led
off
by
the
collar
;
threatening
,
till
he
got
into
the
yard
,
to
make
a
parliamentary
business
of
it
;
and
then
grinning
in
the
officer
's
face
,
with
great
glee
and
self-approval
.
Having
seen
him
locked
up
by
himself
in
a
little
cell
,
Noah
made
the
best
of
his
way
back
to
where
he
had
left
Master
Bates
.
After
waiting
here
some
time
,
he
was
joined
by
that
young
gentleman
,
who
had
prudently
abstained
from
showing
himself
until
he
had
looked
carefully
abroad
from
a
snug
retreat
,
and
ascertained
that
his
new
friend
had
not
been
followed
by
any
impertinent
person
.
The
two
hastened
back
together
,
to
bear
to
Mr.
Fagin
the
animating
news
that
the
Dodger
was
doing
full
justice
to
his
bringing-up
,
and
establishing
for
himself
a
glorious
reputation
.
Adept
as
she
was
,
in
all
the
arts
of
cunning
and
dissimulation
,
the
girl
Nancy
could
not
wholly
conceal
the
effect
which
the
knowledge
of
the
step
she
had
taken
,
wrought
upon
her
mind
.
She
remembered
that
both
the
crafty
Jew
and
the
brutal
Sikes
had
confided
to
her
schemes
,
which
had
been
hidden
from
all
others
:
in
the
full
confidence
that
she
was
trustworthy
and
beyond
the
reach
of
their
suspicion
.
Vile
as
those
schemes
were
,
desperate
as
were
their
originators
,
and
bitter
as
were
her
feelings
towards
Fagin
,
who
had
led
her
,
step
by
step
,
deeper
and
deeper
down
into
an
abyss
of
crime
and
misery
,
whence
was
no
escape
;
still
,
there
were
times
when
,
even
towards
him
,
she
felt
some
relenting
,
lest
her
disclosure
should
bring
him
within
the
iron
grasp
he
had
so
long
eluded
,
and
he
should
fall
at
last
--
richly
as
he
merited
such
a
fate
--
by
her
hand
.
But
,
these
were
the
mere
wanderings
of
a
mind
unwholly
to
detach
itself
from
old
companions
and
associations
,
though
enabled
to
fix
itself
steadily
on
one
object
,
and
resolved
not
to
be
turned
aside
by
any
consideration
.
Her
fears
for
Sikes
would
have
been
more
powerful
inducements
to
recoil
while
there
was
yet
time
;
but
she
had
stipulated
that
her
secret
should
be
rigidly
kept
,
she
had
dropped
no
clue
which
could
lead
to
his
discovery
,
she
had
refused
,
even
for
his
sake
,
a
refuge
from
all
the
guilt
and
wretchedness
that
encompasses
her
--
and
what
more
could
she
do
!
She
was
resolved
.
Though
all
her
mental
struggles
terminated
in
this
conclusion
,
they
forced
themselves
upon
her
,
again
and
again
,
and
left
their
traces
too
.
She
grew
pale
and
thin
,
even
within
a
few
days
.
At
times
,
she
took
no
heed
of
what
was
passing
before
her
,
or
no
part
in
conversations
where
once
,
she
would
have
been
the
loudest
.
At
other
times
,
she
laughed
without
merriment
,
and
was
noisy
without
a
moment
afterwards
--
she
sat
silent
and
dejected
,
brooding
with
her
head
upon
her
hands
,
while
the
very
effort
by
which
she
roused
herself
,
told
,
more
forcibly
than
even
these
indications
,
that
she
was
ill
at
ease
,
and
that
her
thoughts
were
occupied
with
matters
very
different
and
distant
from
those
in
the
course
of
discussion
by
her
companions
.
It
was
Sunday
night
,
and
the
bell
of
the
nearest
church
struck
the
hour
.
Sikes
and
the
Jew
were
talking
,
but
they
paused
to
listen
.
The
girl
looked
up
from
the
low
seat
on
which
she
crouched
,
and
listened
too
.
Eleven
.
'
An
hour
this
side
of
midnight
,
'
said
Sikes
,
raising
the
blind
to
look
out
and
returning
to
his
seat
.
'
Dark
and
heavy
it
is
too
.
A
good
night
for
business
this
.
'
