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'
That
's
it
,
my
dear
,
'
replied
the
Jew
in
a
whisper
.
'
Hush
!
'
As
he
uttered
these
words
,
the
girl
herself
appeared
and
resumed
her
former
seat
.
Her
eyes
were
swollen
and
red
;
she
rocked
herself
to
and
fro
;
tossed
her
head
;
and
,
after
a
little
time
,
burst
out
laughing
.
'
Why
,
now
she
's
on
the
other
tack
!
'
exclaimed
Sikes
,
turning
a
look
of
excessive
surprise
on
his
companion
.
Fagin
nodded
to
him
to
take
no
further
notice
just
then
;
and
,
in
a
few
minutes
,
the
girl
subsided
into
her
accustomed
demeanour
.
Whispering
Sikes
that
there
was
no
fear
of
her
relapsing
,
Fagin
took
up
his
hat
and
bade
him
good-night
.
He
paused
when
he
reached
the
room-door
,
and
looking
round
,
asked
if
somebody
would
light
him
down
the
dark
stairs
.
'
Light
him
down
,
'
said
Sikes
,
who
was
filling
his
pipe
.
'
It
's
a
pity
he
should
break
his
neck
himself
,
and
disappoint
the
sight-seers
.
Show
him
a
light
.
'
Nancy
followed
the
old
man
downstairs
,
with
a
candle
.
When
they
reached
the
passage
,
he
laid
his
finger
on
his
lip
,
and
drawing
close
to
the
girl
,
said
,
in
a
whisper
.
'
What
is
it
,
Nancy
,
dear
?
'
'
What
do
you
mean
?
'
replied
the
girl
,
in
the
same
tone
.
'
The
reason
of
all
this
,
'
replied
Fagin
.
'
If
HE
'
--
he
pointed
with
his
skinny
fore-finger
up
the
stairs
--
'
is
so
hard
with
you
(
he
's
a
brute
,
Nance
,
a
brute-beast
)
,
why
do
n't
you
--
'
