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Chapter 25

           ‘Matter,Fagin!’criedCharley.‘Iwishyouhadwatchedtheplay.TommyChitlinghasn’twonapoint;andIwentpartnerswithhimagainsttheArtfullanddumb.

           ‘Ay,ay!’saidtheJew,withagrin,whichsufficientlydemonstratedthathewasatnolosstounderstandthereason.‘Try’emagain,Tom;try’emagain.

           ‘Nomoreofitforme,thank‘ee,Fagin,’repliedMr.Chitling;‘I’vehadenough.That‘ereDodgerhassucharunofluckthatthere’snostandingagain’him.

           ‘Ha!ha!mydear,’repliedtheJew,‘youmustgetupveryearlyinthemorning,towinagainsttheDodger.

           ‘Morning!’saidCharleyBates;‘youmustputyourbootsonover-night,andhaveatelescopeateacheye,andaopera-glassbetweenyourshoulders,ifyouwanttocomeoverhim.

           Mr.Dawkinsreceivedthesehandsomecomplimentswithmuchphilosophy,andofferedtocutanygentlemanincompany,forthefirstpicture-card,atashillingatatime.Nobodyacceptingthechallenge,andhispipebeingbythistimesmokedout,heproceededtoamusehimselfbysketchingaground-planofNewgateonthetablewiththepieceofchalkwhichhadservedhiminlieuofcounters;whistling,meantime,withpeculiarshrillness.

           ‘Howpreciousdullyouare,Tommy!’saidtheDodger,stoppingshortwhentherehadbeenalongsilence;andaddressingMr.Chitling.‘Whatdoyouthinkhe’sthinkingof,Fagin?’

           ‘HowshouldIknow,mydear?’repliedtheJew,lookingroundashepliedthebellows.

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