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'
About
last
Sunday
!
'
replied
Noah
,
considering
.
'
Why
I
told
yer
that
before
.
'
'
Again
.
Tell
it
again
!
'
cried
Fagin
,
tightening
his
grasp
on
Sikes
,
and
brandishing
his
other
hand
aloft
,
as
the
foam
flew
from
his
lips
.
'
They
asked
her
,
'
said
Noah
,
who
,
as
he
grew
more
wakeful
,
seemed
to
have
a
dawning
perception
who
Sikes
was
,
'
they
asked
her
why
she
did
n't
come
,
last
Sunday
,
as
she
promised
.
She
said
she
could
n't
.
'
'
Why
--
why
?
Tell
him
that
.
'
'
Because
she
was
forcibly
kept
at
home
by
Bill
,
the
man
she
had
told
them
of
before
,
'
replied
Noah
.
'
What
more
of
him
?
'
cried
Fagin
.
'
What
more
of
the
man
she
had
told
them
of
before
?
Tell
him
that
,
tell
him
that
.
'
'
Why
,
that
she
could
n't
very
easily
get
out
of
doors
unless
he
knew
where
she
was
going
to
,
'
said
Noah
;
'
and
so
the
first
time
she
went
to
see
the
lady
,
she
--
ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
it
made
me
laugh
when
she
said
it
,
that
it
did
--
she
gave
him
a
drink
of
laudanum
.
'
'
Hell
's
fire
!
'
cried
Sikes
,
breaking
fiercely
from
the
Jew
.
'
Let
me
go
!
'
Flinging
the
old
man
from
him
,
he
rushed
from
the
room
,
and
darted
,
wildly
and
furiously
,
up
the
stairs
.
