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Pecksniff, Bill Sykes, Fagin, Mr. Murdstone, of Dickens' family they are all strong in impression, but wholly unreal; mere stage villains and caricatures. A villain who has no good traits, no hobbies of kindness and affection, is never born into the world; he is always created by grotesque novel writers. The villains of Dumas, Hugo, Balzac, Daudet are French.

'She is looking down, and the candle is behind her. 'Stay there, whispered Fagin. He signed to Barney, who withdrew. In an instant, the lad entered the room adjoining, and, under pretence of snuffing the candle, moved it in the required position, and, speaking to the girl, caused her to raise her face. 'I see her now, cried the spy. 'Plainly? 'I should know her among a thousand.

Morris Bolter. This is Mrs. Bolter. 'Mrs. Bolter's humble servant, said Fagin, bowing with grotesque politeness. 'I hope I shall know her better very shortly. 'Do you hear the gentleman, Charlotte? thundered Mr. Claypole. 'Yes, Noah, dear! replied Mrs. Bolter, extending her hand. 'She calls me Noah, as a sort of fond way of talking, said Mr. Morris Bolter, late Claypole, turning to Fagin.

Sometimes I do get hungry though, so hungry! Then I look in at the windows and play at bein' rich." They crossed the Bridge, the boy's big eyes seeming to take note of everything, the man, duller-witted, listening to his chatter. Several times the boy tried to say good-night, but Fagin would not be shaken off. "I'm goin' to see you to your door, Charley lad," he said each time.

'Then what do you talk of? replied Fagin angrily; 'what are you blubbering for? ''Cause it isn't on the rec-ord, is it? said Charley, chafed into perfect defiance of his venerable friend by the current of his regrets; ''cause it can't come out in the 'dictment; 'cause nobody will never know half of what he was. How will he stand in the Newgate Calendar? P'raps not be there at all.

Education is not a thing like theology, it is not an inferior or superior thing; it is not a thing in the same category of terms. Theology and education are to each other like a love-letter to the General Post Office. Mr. Fagin was quite as educational as Dr. Strong; in practice probably more educational. It is giving something perhaps poison.

The girl must know, well, that if she shook him off, she could never be safe from his fury, and that it would be surely wreaked to the maiming of limbs, or perhaps the loss of life on the object of her more recent fancy. 'With a little persuasion, thought Fagin, 'what more likely than that she would consent to poison him?

Dickens, for instance, can take a poor condemned wretch, like Fagin, whose emotions neither he nor his reader has experienced, and can paint him in colors that seem made of the soul's own atoms, so that each beholder feels as if he, personally, had been the man.

'That, rejoined the Dodger, with a wave of his pipe, 'That was all out of consideration for Fagin, 'cause the traps know that we work together, and he might have got into trouble if we hadn't made our lucky; that was the move, wasn't it, Charley?

Brownlow's; and the accidental display of which, to Fagin, by the Jew who purchased them, had been the very first clue received, of his whereabout. 'Put off the smart ones, said Charley, 'and I'll give 'em to Fagin to take care of. What fun it is! Poor Oliver unwillingly complied.