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Chapter 19

           ‘Heshouldhavetriedmustachiosandapairofmilitarytrousers,mydear,’saidtheJew.

           ‘Sohedid,’rejoinedSikes,‘andtheywarn’tofnomoreusethantheotherplant.

           TheJewlookedblankatthisinformation.Afterruminatingforsomeminuteswithhischinsunkonhisbreast,heraisedhisheadandsaid,withadeepsigh,thatifflashTobyCrackitreportedaright,hefearedthegamewasup.

           ‘Andyet,’saidtheoldman,droppinghishandsonhisknees,‘it’sasadthing,mydear,tolosesomuchwhenwehadsetourheartsuponit.

           ‘Soitis,’saidMr.Sikes.‘Worseluck!’

           Alongsilenceensued;duringwhichtheJewwasplungedindeepthought,withhisfacewrinkledintoanexpressionofvillainyperfectlydemoniacal.Sikeseyedhimfurtivelyfromtimetotime.Nancy,apparentlyfearfulofirritatingthehousebreaker,satwithhereyesfixeduponthefire,asifshehadbeendeaftoallthatpassed.

           ‘Fagin,’saidSikes,abruptlybreakingthestillnessthatprevailed;‘isitworthfiftyshinersextra,ifit’ssafelydonefromtheoutside?’

           ‘Yes,’saidtheJew,assuddenlyrousinghimself.

           ‘Isitabargain?’inquiredSikes.

           ‘Yes,mydear,yes,’rejoinedtheJew;hiseyesglistening,andeverymuscleinhisfaceworking,withtheexcitementthattheinquiryhadawakened.

           ‘Then,’saidSikes,thrustingasidetheJew’shand,withsomedisdain,‘letitcomeoffassoonasyoulike.Tobyandmewereoverthegarden-wallthenightaforelast,soundingthepanelsofthedoorandshutters.

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