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'
Nolly
,
dear
?
'
murmured
Nancy
in
a
gentle
voice
;
'
Nolly
?
'
There
was
nobody
inside
but
a
miserable
shoeless
criminal
,
who
had
been
taken
up
for
playing
the
flute
,
and
who
,
the
offence
against
society
having
been
clearly
proved
,
had
been
very
properly
committed
by
Mr.
Fang
to
the
House
of
Correction
for
one
month
;
with
the
appropriate
and
amusing
remark
that
since
he
had
so
much
breath
to
spare
,
it
would
be
more
wholesomely
expended
on
the
treadmill
than
in
a
musical
instrument
.
He
made
no
answer
:
being
occupied
mentally
bewailing
the
loss
of
the
flute
,
which
had
been
confiscated
for
the
use
of
the
county
:
so
Nancy
passed
on
to
the
next
cell
,
and
knocked
there
.
'
Well
!
'
cried
a
faint
and
feeble
voice
.
'
Is
there
a
little
boy
here
?
'
inquired
Nancy
,
with
a
preliminary
sob
.
'
No
,
'
replied
the
voice
;
'
God
forbid
.
'
This
was
a
vagrant
of
sixty-five
,
who
was
going
to
prison
for
NOT
playing
the
flute
;
or
,
in
other
words
,
for
begging
in
the
streets
,
and
doing
nothing
for
his
livelihood
.
In
the
next
cell
was
another
man
,
who
was
going
to
the
same
prison
for
hawking
tin
saucepans
without
license
;
thereby
doing
something
for
his
living
,
in
defiance
of
the
Stamp-office
.
But
,
as
neither
of
these
criminals
answered
to
the
name
of
Oliver
,
or
knew
anything
about
him
,
Nancy
made
straight
up
to
the
bluff
officer
in
the
striped
waistcoat
;
and
with
the
most
piteous
wailings
and
lamentations
,
rendered
more
piteous
by
a
prompt
and
efficient
use
of
the
street-door
key
and
the
little
basket
,
demanded
her
own
dear
brother
.
'
I
have
n't
got
him
,
my
dear
,
'
said
the
old
man
.
'
Where
is
he
?
'
screamed
Nancy
,
in
a
distracted
manner
.
'
Why
,
the
gentleman
's
got
him
,
'
replied
the
officer
.
