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Chapter 26

           Ifheisalive,Icanmakehimonefromthistime;and,ififsaidtheJew,drawingnearertotheother‘it’snotlikely,mindbutiftheworstcomestotheworst,andheisdead

           ‘It’snofaultofmineifheis!’interposedtheotherman,withalookofterror,andclaspingtheJew’sarmwithtremblinghands.‘Mindthat.Fagin!Ihadnohandinit.Anythingbuthisdeath,Itoldyoufromthefirst.Iwon’tshedblood;it’salwaysfoundout,andhauntsamanbesides.Iftheyshothimdead,Iwasnotthecause;doyouhearme?Firethisinfernalden!What’sthat?’

           ‘What!’criedtheJew,graspingthecowardroundthebody,withbotharms,ashesprungtohisfeet.‘Where?’

           ‘Yonder!repliedtheman,glaringattheoppositewall.‘Theshadow!Isawtheshadowofawoman,inacloakandbonnet,passalongthewainscotlikeabreath!’

           TheJewreleasedhishold,andtheyrushedtumultuouslyfromtheroom.Thecandle,wastedbythedraught,wasstandingwhereithadbeenplaced.Itshowedthemonlytheemptystaircase,andtheirownwhitefaces.Theylistenedintently:aprofoundsilencereignedthroughoutthehouse.

           ‘It’syourfancy,’saidtheJew,takingupthelightandturningtohiscompanion.

           ‘I’llswearIsawit!’repliedMonks,trembling.‘ItwasbendingforwardwhenIsawitfirst;andwhenIspoke,itdartedaway.

           TheJewglancedcontemptuouslyatthepalefaceofhisassociate,and,tellinghimhecouldfollow,ifhepleased,ascendedthestairs

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