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At
this
point
of
the
inquiry
,
Oliver
raised
his
head
;
and
,
looking
round
with
imploring
eyes
,
murmured
a
feeble
prayer
for
a
draught
of
water
.
'
Stuff
and
nonsense
!
'
said
Mr.
Fang
:
'
do
n't
try
to
make
a
fool
of
me
.
'
'
I
think
he
really
is
ill
,
your
worship
,
'
remonstrated
the
officer
.
'
I
know
better
,
'
said
Mr.
Fang
.
'
Take
care
of
him
,
officer
,
'
said
the
old
gentleman
,
raising
his
hands
instinctively
;
'
he
'll
fall
down
.
'
'
Stand
away
,
officer
,
'
cried
Fang
;
'
let
him
,
if
he
likes
.
'
Oliver
availed
himself
of
the
kind
permission
,
and
fell
to
the
floor
in
a
fainting
fit
.
The
men
in
the
office
looked
at
each
other
,
but
no
one
dared
to
stir
.
'
I
knew
he
was
shamming
,
'
said
Fang
,
as
if
this
were
incontestable
proof
of
the
fact
.
'
Let
him
lie
there
;
he
'll
soon
be
tired
of
that
.
'
'
How
do
you
propose
to
deal
with
the
case
,
sir
?
'
inquired
the
clerk
in
a
low
voice
.
