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Fagin
offered
no
reply
to
this
compliment
:
but
,
pulling
Sikes
by
the
sleeve
,
pointed
his
finger
towards
Nancy
,
who
had
taken
advantage
of
the
foregoing
conversation
to
put
on
her
bonnet
,
and
was
now
leaving
the
room
.
'
Hallo
!
'
cried
Sikes
.
'
Nance
.
Where
's
the
gal
going
to
at
this
time
of
night
?
'
'
Not
far
.
'
'
What
answer
's
that
?
'
retorted
Sikes
.
'
Do
you
hear
me
?
'
'
I
do
n't
know
where
,
'
replied
the
girl
.
'
Then
I
do
,
'
said
Sikes
,
more
in
the
spirit
of
obstinacy
than
because
he
had
any
real
objection
to
the
girl
going
where
she
listed
.
'
Nowhere
.
Sit
down
.
'
'
I
'm
not
well
.
I
told
you
that
before
,
'
rejoined
the
girl
.
'
I
want
a
breath
of
air
.
'
'
Put
your
head
out
of
the
winder
,
'
replied
Sikes
.
'
There
's
not
enough
there
,
'
said
the
girl
.
'
I
want
it
in
the
street
.
'
'
Then
you
wo
n't
have
it
,
'
replied
Sikes
.
With
which
assurance
he
rose
,
locked
the
door
,
took
the
key
out
,
and
pulling
her
bonnet
from
her
head
,
flung
it
up
to
the
top
of
an
old
press
.
'
There
,
'
said
the
robber
.
'
Now
stop
quietly
where
you
are
,
will
you
?
'
