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Chapter 13

           ‘Whereishe?’screamedNancy,inadistractedmanner.

           ‘Why,thegentleman’sgothim,’repliedtheofficer.

           ‘Whatgentleman!Oh,graciousheavens!Whatgentleman?’exclaimedNancy.

           Inreplytothisincoherentquestioning,theoldmaninformedthedeeplyaffectedsisterthatOliverhadbeentakenillintheoffice,anddischargedinconsequenceofawitnesshavingprovedtherobberytohavebeencommittedbyanotherboy,notincustody;andthattheprosecutorhadcarriedhimaway,inaninsensiblecondition,tohisownresidence:ofandconcerningwhich,alltheinformantknewwas,thatitwassomewhereinPentonville,hehavingheardthatwordmentionedinthedirectionstothecoachman.

           Inadreadfulstateofdoubtanduncertainty,theagonisedyoungwomanstaggeredtothegate,andthen,exchangingherfalteringwalkforaswiftrun,returnedbythemostdeviousandcomplicatedrouteshecouldthinkof,tothedomicileoftheJew.

           Mr.BillSikesnosoonerheardtheaccountoftheexpeditiondelivered,thanheveryhastilycalledupthewhitedog,and,puttingonhishat,expeditiouslydeparted:withoutdevotinganytimetotheformalityofwishingthecompanygood-morning.

           ‘Wemustknowwhereheis,mydears;hemustbefound,’saidtheJewgreatlyexcited.‘Charley,donothingbutskulkabout,tillyoubringhomesomenewsofhim!Nancy,mydear,Imusthavehimfound.Itrusttoyou,mydeartoyouandtheArtfulforeverything!Stay,stay,’addedtheJew,unlockingadrawerwithashakinghand;‘there’smoney,mydears

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