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Chapter 16

           ‘TheArtfulshallgiveyouanothersuit,mydear,forfearyoushouldspoilthatSundayone.Whydidn’tyouwrite,mydear,andsayyouwerecoming?We’dhavegotsomethingwarmforsupper.

           Athis,MasterBatesroaredagain:soloud,thatFaginhimselfrelaxed,andeventheDodgersmiled;butastheArtfuldrewforththefive-poundnoteatthatinstant,itisdoubtfulwhetherthesallyofthediscoveryawakenedhismerriment.

           ‘Hallo,what’sthat?’inquiredSikes,steppingforwardastheJewseizedthenote.‘That’smine,Fagin.

           ‘No,no,mydear,’saidtheJew.‘Mine,Bill,mine.Youshallhavethebooks.

           ‘Ifthatain’tmine!’saidBillSikes,puttingonhishatwithadeterminedair;‘mineandNancy’sthatis;I’lltaketheboybackagain.

           TheJewstarted.Oliverstartedtoo,thoughfromaverydifferentcause;forhehopedthatthedisputemightreallyendinhisbeingtakenback.

           ‘Come!Handover,willyou?’saidSikes.

           ‘Thisishardlyfair,Bill;hardlyfair,isit,Nancy?’inquiredtheJew.

           ‘Fair,ornotfair,’retortedSikes,‘handover,Itellyou!DoyouthinkNancyandmehasgotnothingelsetodowithourprecioustimebuttospenditinscoutingarter,andkidnapping,everyyoungboyasgetsgrabbedthroughyou?Giveithere,youavariciousoldskeleton,giveithere!’

           Withthisgentleremonstrance,Mr.SikespluckedthenotefrombetweentheJew’sfingerandthumb;andlookingtheoldmancoollyintheface,foldeditupsmall,andtieditinhisneckerchief.

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