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===Wherein This History Reverts To Mr. Fagin And Company=== |
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While these things were passing in the country workhouse, Mr. |
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at all times, acquired great additional interest from his close |
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other neatly-turned witticism of a similar kind, the happy |
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every deal, and protested that he had never seen such a jolly |
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never see such a feller as you, Jack; you win everything. Even |
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when we've good cards, Charley and I can't make nothing of 'em.' |
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'Matter, Fagin!' cried Charley. 'I wish you had watched the |
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'No more of it for me, thank 'ee, Fagin,' replied Mr. Chitling; |
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'I've had enough. That 'ere Dodger has such a run of luck that |
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'Ha! ha! my dear,' replied the Jew, 'you must get up very early |
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'Morning!' said Charley Bates; 'you must put your boots on |
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philosophy, and offered to cut any gentleman in company, for the |
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the challenge, and his pipe being by this time smoked out, he |
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'How precious dull you are, Tommy!' said the Dodger, stopping |
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Chitling. 'What do you think he's thinking of, Fagin?' |
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'How should I know, my dear?' replied the Jew, looking round as |
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he plied the bellows. 'About his losses, maybe; or the little |
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retirement in the country that he's just left, eh? Ha! ha! Is |
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'Not a bit of it,' replied the Dodger, stopping the subject of |
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'_I_ should say,' replied Master Bates, with a grin, 'that he was |
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here's a merry-go-rounder! Tommy Chitling's in love! Oh, Fagin, |
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Fagin! what a spree!' |
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victim of the tender passion, Master Bates threw himself back in |
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his chair with such violence, that he lost his balance, and |
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bellows. 'Betsy's a fine girl. Stick up to her, Tom. Stick up |
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'What I mean to say, Fagin,' replied Mr. Chitling, very red in |
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'No more it is,' replied the Jew; 'Charley will talk. Don't mind |
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him, my dear; don't mind him. Betsy's a fine girl. Do as she |
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bids you, Tom, and you will make your fortune.' |
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'So I _do_ do as she bids me,' replied Mr. Chitling; 'I shouldn't |
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'Ah, to be sure, my dear,' replied the Jew. |
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'I mean to say that I shouldn't,' replied Tom, angrily. 'There, |
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prevent the escape of such a violent roar, that the abused Mr. |
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Chitling, without any preliminary ceremonies, rushed across the |
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room and aimed a blow at the offender; who, being skilful in |
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evading pursuit, ducked to avoid it, and chose his time so well |
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that it lighted on the chest of the merry old gentleman, and |
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caused him to stagger to the wall, where he stood panting for |
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breath, while Mr. Chitling looked on in intense dismay. |
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'Hark!' cried the Dodger at this moment, 'I heard the tinkler.' |
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Catching up the light, he crept softly upstairs. |
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The bell was rung again, with some impatience, while the party |
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were in darkness. After a short pause, the Dodger reappeared, |
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and whispered Fagin mysteriously. |
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'What!' cried the Jew, 'alone?' |
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The Dodger nodded in the affirmative, and, shading the flame of |
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the candle with his hand, gave Charley Bates a private |
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intimation, in dumb show, that he had better not be funny just |
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then. Having performed this friendly office, he fixed his eyes |
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on the Jew's face, and awaited his directions. |
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The old man bit his yellow fingers, and meditated for some |
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seconds; his face working with agitation the while, as if he |
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dreaded something, and feared to know the worst. At length he |
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raised his head. |
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'Where is he?' he asked. |
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The Dodger pointed to the floor above, and made a gesture, as if |
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to leave the room. |
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'Yes,' said the Jew, answering the mute inquiry; 'bring him down. |
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Hush! Quiet, Charley! Gently, Tom! Scarce, scarce!' |
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This brief direction to Charley Bates, and his recent antagonist, |
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was softly and immediately obeyed. There was no sound of their |
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whereabout, when the Dodger descended the stairs, bearing the |
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light in his hand, and followed by a man in a coarse smock-frock; |
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who, after casting a hurried glance round the room, pulled off a |
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large wrapper which had concealed the lower portion of his face, |
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and disclosed: all haggard, unwashed, and unshorn: the features |
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of flash Toby Crackit. |
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'How are you, Faguey?' said this worthy, nodding to the Jew. 'Pop |
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that shawl away in my castor, Dodger, so that I may know where to |
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find it when I cut; that's the time of day! You'll be a fine |
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young cracksman afore the old file now.' |
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With these words he pulled up the smock-frock; and, winding it |
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round his middle, drew a chair to the fire, and placed his feet |
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upon the hob. |
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'See there, Faguey,' he said, pointing disconsolately to his top |
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boots; 'not a drop of Day and Martin since you know when; not a |
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bubble of blacking, by Jove! But don't look at me in that way, |
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man. All in good time. I can't talk about business till I've |
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eat and drank; so produce the sustainance, and let's have a quiet |
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fill-out for the first time these three days!' |
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The Jew motioned to the Dodger to place what eatables there were, |
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upon the table; and, seating himself opposite the housebreaker, |
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waited his leisure. |
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To judge from appearances, Toby was by no means in a hurry to |
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open the conversation. At first, the Jew contented himself with |
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patiently watching his countenance, as if to gain from its |
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expression some clue to the intelligence he brought; but in vain. |
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He looked tired and worn, but there was the same complacent |
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repose upon his features that they always wore: and through |
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dirt, and beard, and whisker, there still shone, unimpaired, the |
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self-satisfied smirk of flash Toby Crackit. Then the Jew, in an |
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agony of impatience, watched every morsel he put into his mouth; |
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pacing up and down the room, meanwhile, in irrepressible |
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excitement. It was all of no use. Toby continued to eat with |
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the utmost outward indifference, until he could eat no more; |
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then, ordering the Dodger out, he closed the door, mixed a glass |
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of spirits and water, and composed himself for talking. |
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'First and foremost, Faguey,' said Toby. |
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'Yes, yes!' interposed the Jew, drawing up his chair. |
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Mr. Crackit stopped to take a draught of spirits and water, and |
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to declare that the gin was excellent; then placing his feet |
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against the low mantelpiece, so as to bring his boots to about |
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the level of his eye, he quietly resumed. |
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'First and foremost, Faguey,' said the housebreaker, 'how's |
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Bill?' |
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'What!' screamed the Jew, starting from his seat. |
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'Why, you don't mean to say--' began Toby, turning pale. |
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'Mean!' cried the Jew, stamping furiously on the ground. 'Where |
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are they? Sikes and the boy! Where are they? Where have they |
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been? Where are they hiding? Why have they not been here?' |
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'The crack failed,' said Toby faintly. |
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'I know it,' replied the Jew, tearing a newspaper from his pocket |
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and pointing to it. 'What more?' |
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'They fired and hit the boy. We cut over the fields at the back, |
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with him between us--straight as the crow flies--through hedge |
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and ditch. They gave chase. Damme! the whole country was awake, |
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and the dogs upon us.' |
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'The boy!' |
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'Bill had him on his back, and scudded like the wind. We stopped |
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to take him between us; his head hung down, and he was cold. |
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They were close upon our heels; every man for himself, and each |
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from the gallows! We parted company, and left the youngster |
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lying in a ditch. Alive or dead, that's all I know about him.' |
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The Jew stopped to hear no more; but uttering a loud yell, and |
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twining his hands in his hair, rushed from the room, and from the |
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