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'
Bill
,
Bill
!
'
cried
Fagin
,
following
him
hastily
.
'
A
word
.
Only
a
word
.
'
The
word
would
not
have
been
exchanged
,
but
that
the
housebreaker
was
unable
to
open
the
door
:
on
which
he
was
expending
fruitless
oaths
and
violence
,
when
the
Jew
came
panting
up
.
'
Let
me
out
,
'
said
Sikes
.
'
Do
n't
speak
to
me
;
it
's
not
safe
.
Let
me
out
,
I
say
!
'
'
Hear
me
speak
a
word
,
'
rejoined
Fagin
,
laying
his
hand
upon
the
lock
.
'
You
wo
n't
be
--
'
'
Well
,
'
replied
the
other
.
'
You
wo
n't
be
--
too
--
violent
,
Bill
?
'
The
day
was
breaking
,
and
there
was
light
enough
for
the
men
to
see
each
other
's
faces
.
They
exchanged
one
brief
glance
;
there
was
a
fire
in
the
eyes
of
both
,
which
could
not
be
mistaken
.
'
I
mean
,
'
said
Fagin
,
showing
that
he
felt
all
disguise
was
now
useless
,
'
not
too
violent
for
safety
.
Be
crafty
,
Bill
,
and
not
too
bold
.
'
Sikes
made
no
reply
;
but
,
pulling
open
the
door
,
of
which
Fagin
had
turned
the
lock
,
dashed
into
the
silent
streets
.
Without
one
pause
,
or
moment
's
consideration
;
without
once
turning
his
head
to
the
right
or
left
,
or
raising
his
eyes
to
the
sky
,
or
lowering
them
to
the
ground
,
but
looking
straight
before
him
with
savage
resolution
:
his
teeth
so
tightly
compressed
that
the
strained
jaw
seemed
starting
through
his
skin
;
the
robber
held
on
his
headlong
course
,
nor
muttered
a
word
,
nor
relaxed
a
muscle
,
until
he
reached
his
own
door
.
He
opened
it
,
softly
,
with
a
key
;
strode
lightly
up
the
stairs
;
and
entering
his
own
room
,
double-locked
the
door
,
and
lifting
a
heavy
table
against
it
,
drew
back
the
curtain
of
the
bed
.
