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'
Ah
!
'
replied
Fagin
.
'
What
a
pity
,
Bill
,
my
dear
,
that
there
's
none
quite
ready
to
be
done
.
'
'
You
're
right
for
once
,
'
replied
Sikes
gruffly
.
'
It
is
a
pity
,
for
I
'm
in
the
humour
too
.
'
Fagin
sighed
,
and
shook
his
head
despondingly
.
'
We
must
make
up
for
lost
time
when
we
've
got
things
into
a
good
train
.
That
's
all
I
know
,
'
said
Sikes
.
'
That
's
the
way
to
talk
,
my
dear
,
'
replied
Fagin
,
venturing
to
pat
him
on
the
shoulder
.
'
It
does
me
good
to
hear
you
.
'
'
Does
you
good
,
does
it
!
'
cried
Sikes
.
'
Well
,
so
be
it
.
'
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
'
laughed
Fagin
,
as
if
he
were
relieved
by
even
this
concession
.
'
You
're
like
yourself
to-night
,
Bill
.
Quite
like
yourself
.
'
'
I
do
n't
feel
like
myself
when
you
lay
that
withered
old
claw
on
my
shoulder
,
so
take
it
away
,
'
said
Sikes
,
casting
off
the
Jew
's
hand
.
'
It
make
you
nervous
,
Bill
--
reminds
you
of
being
nabbed
,
does
it
?
'
said
Fagin
,
determined
not
to
be
offended
.
'
Reminds
me
of
being
nabbed
by
the
devil
,
'
returned
Sikes
.
'
There
never
was
another
man
with
such
a
face
as
yours
,
unless
it
was
your
father
,
and
I
suppose
HE
is
singeing
his
grizzled
red
beard
by
this
time
,
unless
you
came
straight
from
the
old
'
un
without
any
father
at
all
betwixt
you
;
which
I
should
n't
wonder
at
,
a
bit
.
'
