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Chapter 19

           ‘Ididn’tknowwhethershemightn’tp’r’apsbeoutofsorts,youknow,mydear,asshewastheothernight,’repliedtheJew.

           Atthisconfession,MissNancyburstintoaloudlaugh;and,swallowingaglassofbrandy,shookherheadwithanairofdefiance,andburstintosundryexclamationsof‘Keepthegamea-going!’‘Neversaydie!’andthelike.Theseseemedtohavetheeffectofre-assuringbothgentlemen;fortheJewnoddedhisheadwithasatisfiedair,andresumedhisseat:asdidMr.Sikeslikewise.

           ‘Now,Fagin,’saidNancywithalaugh.‘TellBillatonce,aboutOliver!’

           ‘Ha!you’reacleverone,mydear:thesharpestgirlIeversaw!’saidtheJew,pattingherontheneck.‘ItWASaboutOliverIwasgoingtospeak,sureenough.Ha!ha!ha!’

           ‘Whatabouthim?’demandedSikes.

           ‘He’stheboyforyou,mydear,’repliedtheJewinahoarsewhisper;layinghisfingeronthesideofhisnose,andgrinningfrightfully.

           ‘He!’exclaimed.Sikes.

           ‘Havehim,Bill!’saidNancy.‘Iwould,ifIwasinyourplace.Hemayn’tbesomuchup,asanyoftheothers;butthat’snotwhatyouwant,ifhe’sonlytoopenadoorforyou.Dependuponithe’sasafeone,Bill.

           ‘Iknowheis,’rejoinedFagin.‘He’sbeeningoodtrainingtheselastfewweeks,andit’stimehebegantoworkforhisbread.Besides,theothersarealltoobig.

           ‘Well,heisjustthesizeIwant,’saidMr.Sikes,ruminating.

           ‘Andwilldoeverythingyouwant,Bill,mydear,’interposedtheJew;‘hecan’thelphimself.

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