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'
An
old
woman
?
'
demanded
Mr.
Bolter
.
'
A
young
one
,
'
replied
Fagin
.
'
I
can
do
that
pretty
well
,
I
know
,
'
said
Bolter
.
'
I
was
a
regular
cunning
sneak
when
I
was
at
school
.
What
am
I
to
dodge
her
for
?
Not
to
--
'
'
Not
to
do
anything
,
but
to
tell
me
where
she
goes
,
who
she
sees
,
and
,
if
possible
,
what
she
says
;
to
remember
the
street
,
if
it
is
a
street
,
or
the
house
,
if
it
is
a
house
;
and
to
bring
me
back
all
the
information
you
can
.
'
'
What
'll
yer
give
me
?
'
asked
Noah
,
setting
down
his
cup
,
and
looking
his
employer
,
eagerly
,
in
the
face
.
'
If
you
do
it
well
,
a
pound
,
my
dear
.
One
pound
,
'
said
Fagin
,
wishing
to
interest
him
in
the
scent
as
much
as
possible
.
'
And
that
's
what
I
never
gave
yet
,
for
any
job
of
work
where
there
was
n't
valuable
consideration
to
be
gained
.
'
'
Who
is
she
?
'
inquired
Noah
.
'
One
of
us
.
'
'
Oh
Lor
!
'
cried
Noah
,
curling
up
his
nose
.
'
Yer
doubtful
of
her
,
are
yer
?
'
