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After
a
time
she
arose
,
and
with
feeble
and
tottering
steps
ascended
the
street
The
astonished
listener
remained
motionless
on
his
post
for
some
minutes
afterwards
,
and
having
ascertained
,
with
many
cautious
glances
round
him
,
that
he
was
again
alone
,
crept
slowly
from
his
hiding-place
,
and
returned
,
stealthily
and
in
the
shade
of
the
wall
,
in
the
same
manner
as
he
had
descended
.
Peeping
out
,
more
than
once
,
when
he
reached
the
top
,
to
make
sure
that
he
was
unobserved
,
Noah
Claypole
darted
away
at
his
utmost
speed
,
and
made
for
the
Jew
's
house
as
fast
as
his
legs
would
carry
him
.
It
was
nearly
two
hours
before
day-break
;
that
time
which
in
the
autumn
of
the
year
,
may
be
truly
called
the
dead
of
night
;
when
the
streets
are
silent
and
deserted
;
when
even
sounds
appear
to
slumber
,
and
profligacy
and
riot
have
staggered
home
to
dream
;
it
was
at
this
still
and
silent
hour
,
that
Fagin
sat
watching
in
his
old
lair
,
with
face
so
distorted
and
pale
,
and
eyes
so
red
and
blood-shot
,
that
he
looked
less
like
a
man
,
than
like
some
hideous
phantom
,
moist
from
the
grave
,
and
worried
by
an
evil
spirit
.
He
sat
crouching
over
a
cold
hearth
,
wrapped
in
an
old
torn
coverlet
,
with
his
face
turned
towards
a
wasting
candle
that
stood
upon
a
table
by
his
side
.
His
right
hand
was
raised
to
his
lips
,
and
as
,
absorbed
in
thought
,
he
hit
his
long
black
nails
,
he
disclosed
among
his
toothless
gums
a
few
such
fangs
as
should
have
been
a
dog
's
or
rat
's
.
Stretched
upon
a
mattress
on
the
floor
,
lay
Noah
Claypole
,
fast
asleep
.
Towards
him
the
old
man
sometimes
directed
his
eyes
for
an
instant
,
and
then
brought
them
back
again
to
the
candle
;
which
with
a
long-burnt
wick
drooping
almost
double
,
and
hot
grease
falling
down
in
clots
upon
the
table
,
plainly
showed
that
his
thoughts
were
busy
elsewhere
.
Indeed
they
were
.
Mortification
at
the
overthrow
of
his
notable
scheme
;
hatred
of
the
girl
who
had
dared
to
palter
with
strangers
;
and
utter
distrust
of
the
sincerity
of
her
refusal
to
yield
him
up
;
bitter
disappointment
at
the
loss
of
his
revenge
on
Sikes
;
the
fear
of
detection
,
and
ruin
,
and
death
;
and
a
fierce
and
deadly
rage
kindled
by
all
;
these
were
the
passionate
considerations
which
,
following
close
upon
each
other
with
rapid
and
ceaseless
whirl
,
shot
through
the
brain
of
Fagin
,
as
every
evil
thought
and
blackest
purpose
lay
working
at
his
heart
.
He
sat
without
changing
his
attitude
in
the
least
,
or
appearing
to
tkae
the
smallest
heed
of
time
,
until
his
quick
ear
seemed
to
be
attracted
by
a
footstep
in
the
street
.
'
At
last
,
'
he
muttered
,
wiping
his
dry
and
fevered
mouth
.
'
At
last
!
'
