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The prudence of this line of action, indeed, was obvious; but, unfortunately, there was one very strong objection to its being adopted. This was, that the Dodger, and Charley Bates, and Fagin, and Mr. How long they might have sat and looked at each other, in a state of uncertainty not the most pleasant of its kind, it is difficult to guess.
As soon as he had seen your friend here, safe in a coach with you, he hurried off to where he heard this, replied the doctor, 'and mounting his horse sallied forth to join the first party at some place in the outskirts agreed upon between them. 'Fagin, said Mr. Brownlow; 'what of him? 'When I last heard, he had not been taken, but he will be, or is, by this time. They're sure of him.
'Humph, said Sikes, as if he thought the interest lay rather more on the Jew's side than on his. 'Well, what have you got to say to me? 'It's all passed safe through the melting-pot, replied Fagin, 'and this is your share. It's rather more than it ought to be, my dear; but as I know you'll do me a good turn another time, and 'Stow that gammon, interposed the robber, impatiently.
We should no longer look upon London then as if it were a sort of Bradshaw's Guide: we should find it as fascinating as a fairy tale, as full of human interest as a Canterbury Pilgrimage. We should never go to Snow Hill without memories of Fagin, or to Eastcheap without seeing Falstaff swaggering along its pavements.
'Don't speak to me; it's not safe. Let me out, I say! 'Hear me speak a word, rejoined Fagin, laying his hand upon the lock. 'You won't be 'Well, replied the other. 'You won't be too violent, Bill? The day was breaking, and there was light enough for the men to see each other's faces. They exchanged one brief glance; there was a fire in the eyes of both, which could not be mistaken.
The little maid-of-all-work became the Marchioness in the "Old Curiosity Shop," Bob Fagin loaned his name to "Oliver Twist," and in "David Copperfield" we read the story of the small boy who had to fight his way through London alone.
The Khan has a scowling expression, keen, piercing black eyes, and a sharp hooked nose that reminded one forcibly of Cruikshank's picture of Fagin the Jew in "Oliver Twist." The Khan was dressed in a long, loose, white garment, with red silk embroidery of beautiful workmanship.
What is as striking as anything in all this Reading, however that is, in the Reading copy of it now lying before us as we write is the mass of hints as to byplay in the stage directions for himself, so to speak, scattered up and down the margin. "Fagin raised his right hand, and shook his trembling forefinger in the air," is there, on p. 101, in print.
"You will? You dare not!" "Don't I, Mistress?" he cried savagely, "I'll show yer." He reached forth one great hand, the fingers gripping her sleeve, but she wrenched away, the cloth tearing as she sprang back. "Fagin, I know you, but I am not afraid of you. I know you for a cruel, cold-blooded murderer, an outrager of women, a thief, and an outlaw. No, you cannot stop me now.
"You sent for me, sir," she said coldly. "May I ask for what purpose?" Even Fagin's cool insolence was unable to withstand unmoved her beauty and her calmness of demeanor. Apparently he had never met her before, for, with face redder than ever, he got to his feet, half bowing, and stammering slightly. "My name is Fagin, Mistress," he said, striving to retain his accustomed roughness.
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