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An old shrivelled Jew, of repulsive face, was standing over the fire, dividing his attention between a frying-pan and a clothes-horse full of silk handkerchiefs. The Dodger whispered a few words to the Jew, and then said aloud, "This is him, Fagin, my friend Oliver Twist." The Jew grinned. "We are very glad to see you, Oliver very."
'I should say, replied Master Bates, with a grin, 'that he was uncommon sweet upon Betsy. See how he's a-blushing! Oh, my eye! here's a merry-go-rounder! Tommy Chitling's in love! Oh, Fagin, Fagin! what a spree! Thoroughly overpowered with the notion of Mr. 'Never mind him, my dear, said the Jew, winking at Mr. Dawkins, and giving Master Bates a reproving tap with the nozzle of the bellows.
Fagin nodded to him to take no further notice just then; and, in a few minutes, the girl subsided into her accustomed demeanour. Whispering Sikes that there was no fear of her relapsing, Fagin took up his hat and bade him good-night. He paused when he reached the room-door, and looking round, asked if somebody would light him down the dark stairs.
I ground my teeth savagely together, recalling the treachery of the latter, his insults to Claire, his deceiving of Eric, his stealing of papers, hoping thus to ruin his own Colonel, his alliance with Fagin, his selling of British secrets. Here was a villain through and through and I hoped he had already paid the penalty. If not, I vowed the man should never escape.
It seems as if he had avenged himself for the doubt about Fagin by introducing five or six Fagins triumphant Fagins, fashionable Fagins, Fagins who had changed their names. The impeccable old Aaron stands up in the middle of this ironic carnival with a peculiar solemnity and silliness.
Bolter having had his laugh out, took a series of large bites, which finished his first hunk of bread and butter, and assisted himself to a second. 'I want you, Bolter, said Fagin, leaning over the table, 'to do a piece of work for me, my dear, that needs great care and caution. 'I say, rejoined Bolter, 'don't yer go shoving me into danger, or sending me any more o' yer police-offices.
'What I say, Bill, replied the lady collectedly. 'Why, you're just the very person for it, reasoned Mr. Sikes: 'nobody about here knows anything of you. 'And as I don't want 'em to, neither, replied Nancy in the same composed manner, 'it's rather more no than yes with me, Bill. 'She'll go, Fagin, said Sikes. 'No, she won't, Fagin, said Nancy. 'Yes, she will, Fagin, said Sikes. And Mr.
'You understand? 'Oh yes, I understand perfectly, replied Fagin, telling the truth for once. 'Good-night! Good-night! With many adieus and good wishes, Mr. Fagin went his way.
I remember he said, on one of these occasions, that during the composition of his first stories he could never entirely dismiss the characters about whom he happened to be writing; that while the "Old Curiosity Shop" was in process of composition Little Nell followed him about everywhere; that while he was writing "Oliver Twist" Fagin the Jew would never let him rest, even in his most retired moments; that at midnight and in the morning, on the sea and on the land, Tiny Tim and Little Bob Cratchit were ever tugging at his coat-sleeve, as if impatient for him to get back to his desk and continue the story of their lives.
Without doubt this was the guard Fagin had stationed there. Duval paused to help the wounded man, but Farrell and I moved on across the dead guard to the open door beyond. Colonel Mortimer, unable to move, was propped up on his pillow, one hand grasping a pistol. With shaking arm he levelled it at us. "Who are you? Quick, now!" he quavered. "I've shot one, and I'm good for more."
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