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'
There
,
my
dear
,
'
said
Fagin
.
'
That
's
a
pleasant
life
,
is
n't
it
?
They
have
gone
out
for
the
day
.
'
'
Have
they
done
work
,
sir
?
'
inquired
Oliver
.
'
Yes
,
'
said
the
Jew
;
'
that
is
,
unless
they
should
unexpectedly
come
across
any
,
when
they
are
out
;
and
they
wo
n't
neglect
it
,
if
they
do
,
my
dear
,
depend
upon
it
.
Make
'em
your
models
,
my
dear
.
Make
'em
your
models
,
'
tapping
the
fire-shovel
on
the
hearth
to
add
force
to
his
words
;
'
do
everything
they
bid
you
,
and
take
their
advice
in
all
matters
--
especially
the
Dodger
's
,
my
dear
.
He
'll
be
a
great
man
himself
,
and
will
make
you
one
too
,
if
you
take
pattern
by
him
.
--
Is
my
handkerchief
hanging
out
of
my
pocket
,
my
dear
?
'
said
the
Jew
,
stopping
short
.
'
Yes
,
sir
,
'
said
Oliver
.
'
See
if
you
can
take
it
out
,
without
my
feeling
it
;
as
you
saw
them
do
,
when
we
were
at
play
this
morning
.
'
Oliver
held
up
the
bottom
of
the
pocket
with
one
hand
,
as
he
had
seen
the
Dodger
hold
it
,
and
drew
the
handkerchief
lighty
out
of
it
with
the
other
.
'
Is
it
gone
?
'
cried
the
Jew
.
'
Here
it
is
,
sir
,
'
said
Oliver
,
showing
it
in
his
hand
.
