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Chapter 16

           Thehousebreakerflungthegirlfromhimtothefurtherendoftheroom,justastheJewandthetwoboysreturned,draggingOliveramongthem.

           ‘What’sthematterhere!’saidFagin,lookinground.

           ‘Thegirl’sgonemad,Ithink,’repliedSikes,savagely.

           ‘No,shehasn’t,’saidNancy,paleandbreathlessfromthescuffle;‘no,shehasn’t,Fagin;don’tthinkit.

           ‘Thenkeepquiet,willyou?’saidtheJew,withathreateninglook.

           ‘No,Iwon’tdothat,neither,’repliedNancy,speakingveryloud.‘Come!Whatdoyouthinkofthat?’

           Mr.FaginwassufficientlywellacquaintedwiththemannersandcustomsofthatparticularspeciesofhumanitytowhichNancybelonged,tofeeltolerablycertainthatitwouldberatherunsafetoprolonganyconversationwithher,atpresent.Withtheviewofdivertingtheattentionofthecompany,heturnedtoOliver.

           ‘Soyouwantedtogetaway,mydear,didyou?’saidtheJew,takingupajaggedandknottedclubwhichlawinacornerofthefireplace;‘eh?’

           Olivermadenoreply.ButhewatchedtheJew’smotions,andbreathedquickly.

           ‘Wantedtogetassistance;calledforthepolice;didyou?’sneeredtheJew,catchingtheboybythearm.‘We’llcureyouofthat,myyoungmaster.

           TheJewinflictedasmartblowonOliver’sshoulderswiththeclub;andwasraisingitforasecond,whenthegirl,rushingforward,wresteditfromhishand.Sheflungitintothefire,withaforcethatbroughtsomeoftheglowingcoalswhirlingoutintotheroom.

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