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Chapter 16

           ‘Itismyliving;andthecold,wet,dirtystreetsaremyhome;andyou’rethewretchthatdrovemetothemlongago,andthat’llkeepmethere,dayandnight,dayandnight,tillIdie!’

           ‘Ishalldoyouamischief!’interposedtheJew,goadedbythesereproaches;‘amischiefworsethanthat,ifyousaymuchmore!’

           Thegirlsaidnothingmore;but,tearingherhairanddressinatransportofpassion,madesucharushattheJewaswouldprobablyhaveleftsignalmarksofherrevengeuponhim,hadnotherwristsbeenseizedbySikesattherightmoment;uponwhich,shemadeafewineffectualstruggles,andfainted.

           ‘She’sallrightnow,’saidSikes,layingherdowninacorner.‘She’suncommonstronginthearms,whenshe’supinthisway.

           TheJewwipedhisforehead:andsmiled,asifitwerearelieftohavethedisturbanceover;butneitherhe,norSikes,northedog,northeboys,seemedtoconsideritinanyotherlightthanacommonoccuranceincidentaltobusiness.

           ‘It’stheworstofhavingtodowithwomen,’saidtheJew,replacinghisclub;‘butthey’reclever,andwecan’tgeton,inourline,without’em.Charley,showOlivertobed.

           ‘Isupposehe’dbetternotwearhisbestclothestomorrow,Fagin,hadhe?’inquiredCharleyBates.

           ‘Certainlynot,’repliedtheJew,reciprocatingthegrinwithwhichCharleyputthequestion

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