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'
You
may
say
that
,
Bill
,
'
replied
Fagin
thoughtfully
.
'
You
may
say
that
.
'
'
Wot
did
she
take
it
into
her
head
to
go
out
to-night
for
,
do
you
think
?
'
asked
Sikes
.
'
Come
;
you
should
know
her
better
than
me
.
Wot
does
is
mean
?
'
'
Obstinacy
;
woman
's
obstinacy
,
I
suppose
,
my
dear
.
'
'
Well
,
I
suppose
it
is
,
'
growled
Sikes
.
'
I
thought
I
had
tamed
her
,
but
she
's
as
bad
as
ever
.
'
'
Worse
,
'
said
Fagin
thoughtfully
.
'
I
never
knew
her
like
this
,
for
such
a
little
cause
.
'
'
Nor
I
,
'
said
Sikes
.
'
I
think
she
's
got
a
touch
of
that
fever
in
her
blood
yet
,
and
it
wo
n't
come
out
--
eh
?
'
'
Like
enough
.
'
'
I
'll
let
her
a
little
blood
,
without
troubling
the
doctor
,
if
she
's
took
that
way
again
,
'
said
Sikes
.
Fagin
nodded
an
expressive
approval
of
this
mode
of
treatment
.
'
She
was
hanging
about
me
all
day
,
and
night
too
,
when
I
was
stretched
on
my
back
;
and
you
,
like
a
blackhearted
wolf
as
you
are
,
kept
yourself
aloof
,
'
said
Sikes
.
'
We
was
poor
too
,
all
the
time
,
and
I
think
,
one
way
or
other
,
it
's
worried
and
fretted
her
;
and
that
being
shut
up
here
so
long
has
made
her
restless
--
eh
?
'
