Олівер Твіст

Chapter 26

           Here,theclothesman,theshoe-vamper,andtherag-merchant,displaytheirgoods,assign-boardstothepettythief;here,storesofoldironandbones,andheapsofmildewyfragmentsofwoollen-stuffandlinen,rustandrotinthegrimycellars.

           ItwasintothisplacethattheJewturned.Hewaswellknowntothesallowdenizensofthelane;forsuchofthemaswereonthelook-outtobuyorsell,nodded,familiarly,ashepassedalong.Herepliedtotheirsalutationsinthesameway;butbestowednocloserrecognitionuntilhereachedthefurtherendofthealley;whenhestopped,toaddressasalesmanofsmallstature,whohadsqueezedasmuchofhispersonintoachild’schairasthechairwouldhold,andwassmokingapipeathiswarehousedoor.

           ‘Why,thesightofyou,Mr.Fagin,wouldcurethehoptalymy!’saidthisrespectabletrader,inacknowledgmentoftheJew’sinquiryafterhishealth.

           ‘Theneighbourhoodwasalittletoohot,Lively,’saidFagin,elevatinghiseyebrows,andcrossinghishandsuponhisshoulders.

           ‘Well,I’veheerdthatcomplaintofit,onceortwicebefore,’repliedthetrader;‘butitsooncoolsdownagain;don’tyoufinditso?’

           Faginnoddedintheaffirmative.PointinginthedirectionofSaffronHill,heinquiredwhetheranyonewasupyonderto-night.

           ‘AttheCripples?’inquiredtheman.

           TheJewnodded.

           ‘Letmesee,’pursuedthemerchant,reflecting.

           ‘Yes,there’ssomehalf-dozenof’emgonein,thatIknows.Idon’tthinkyourfriend’sthere.

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