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Chapter 16

           ‘Iwon’tstandbyandseeitdone,Fagin,’criedthegirl.‘You’vegottheboy,andwhatmorewouldyouhave?LethimbelethimbeorIshallputthatmarkonsomeofyou,thatwillbringmetothegallowsbeforemytime.

           Thegirlstampedherfootviolentlyonthefloorassheventedthisthreat;andwithherlipscompressed,andherhandsclenched,lookedalternatelyattheJewandtheotherrobber:herfacequitecolourlessfromthepassionofrageintowhichshehadgraduallyworkedherself.

           ‘Why,Nancy!’saidtheJew,inasoothingtone;afterapause,duringwhichheandMr.Sikeshadstaredatoneanotherinadisconcertedmanner;‘youyou’remorecleverthaneverto-night.Ha!ha!mydear,youareactingbeautifully.

           ‘AmI!’saidthegirl.‘TakecareIdon’toverdoit.Youwillbetheworseforit,Fagin,ifIdo;andsoItellyouingoodtimetokeepclearofme.

           Thereissomethingaboutarousedwoman:especiallyifsheaddtoallherotherstrongpassions,thefierceimpulsesofrecklessnessanddespair;whichfewmenliketoprovoke.TheJewsawthatitwouldbehopelesstoaffectanyfurthermistakeregardingtherealityofMissNancy’srage;and,shrinkinginvoluntarilybackafewpaces,castaglance,halfimploringandhalfcowardly,atSikes:asiftohintthathewasthefittestpersontopursuethedialogue.

           Mr.

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