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'
I
'd
do
something
in
the
jail
that
'
ud
get
me
put
in
irons
;
and
if
I
was
tried
along
with
you
,
I
'd
fall
upon
you
with
them
in
the
open
court
,
and
beat
your
brains
out
afore
the
people
.
I
should
have
such
strength
,
'
muttered
the
robber
,
poising
his
brawny
arm
,
'
that
I
could
smash
your
head
as
if
a
loaded
waggon
had
gone
over
it
.
'
'
You
would
?
'
'
Would
I
!
'
said
the
housebreaker
.
'
Try
me
.
'
'
If
it
was
Charley
,
or
the
Dodger
,
or
Bet
,
or
--
'
'
I
do
n't
care
who
,
'
replied
Sikes
impatiently
.
'
Whoever
it
was
,
I
'd
serve
them
the
same
.
'
Fagin
looked
hard
at
the
robber
;
and
,
motioning
him
to
be
silent
,
stooped
over
the
bed
upon
the
floor
,
and
shook
the
sleeper
to
rouse
him
.
Sikes
leant
forward
in
his
chair
:
looking
on
with
his
hands
upon
his
knees
,
as
if
wondering
much
what
all
this
questioning
and
preparation
was
to
end
in
.
'
Bolter
,
Bolter
!
Poor
lad
!
'
said
Fagin
,
looking
up
with
an
expression
of
devilish
anticipation
,
and
speaking
slowly
and
with
marked
emphasis
.
'
He
's
tired
--
tired
with
watching
for
her
so
long
--
watching
for
her
,
Bill
.
'
'
Wot
d'ye
mean
?
'
asked
Sikes
,
drawing
back
.
Fagin
made
no
answer
,
but
bending
over
the
sleeper
again
,
hauled
him
into
a
sitting
posture
.
When
his
assumed
name
had
been
repeated
several
times
,
Noah
rubbed
his
eyes
,
and
,
giving
a
heavy
yawn
,
looked
sleepily
about
him
.
'
Tell
me
that
again
--
once
again
,
just
for
him
to
hear
,
'
said
the
Jew
,
pointing
to
Sikes
as
he
spoke
.
