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Chapter 26

           Faginlookedasifhecouldhavewillinglyexcusedhimselffromtakinghomeavisitoratthatunseasonablehour;and,indeed,mutteredsomethingabouthavingnofire;buthiscompanionrepeatinghisrequestinaperemptorymanner,heunlockedthedoor,andrequestedhimtocloseitsoftly,whilehegotalight.

           ‘It’sasdarkasthegrave,’saidtheman,gropingforwardafewsteps.‘Makehaste!’

           ‘Shutthedoor,’whisperedFaginfromtheendofthepassage.Ashespoke,itclosedwithaloudnoise.

           ‘Thatwasn’tmydoing,’saidtheotherman,feelinghisway.‘Thewindblewitto,oritshutofitsownaccord:oneortheother.Looksharpwiththelight,orIshallknockmybrainsoutagainstsomethinginthisconfoundedhole.

           Faginstealthilydescendedthekitchenstairs.Afterashortabsence,hereturnedwithalightedcandle,andtheintelligencethatTobyCrackitwasasleepinthebackroombelow,andthattheboyswereinthefrontone.Beckoningthemantofollowhim,heledthewayupstairs.

           ‘Wecansaythefewwordswe’vegottosayinhere,mydear,’saidtheJew,throwingopenadooronthefirstfloor;‘andasthereareholesintheshutters,andwenevershowlightstoourneighbours,we’llsetthecandleonthestairs.There!’

           Withthosewords,theJew,stoopingdown,placedthecandleonanupperflightofstairs,exactlyoppositetotheroomdoor.Thisdone,heledthewayintotheapartment;whichwasdestituteofallmovablessaveabrokenarm-chair,andanoldcouchorsofawithoutcovering,whichstoodbehindthedoor.

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