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Chapter 39

           ‘What’sthematterhere,mydear?’saidFagin,lookingin.

           ‘Lendahandtothegirl,can’tyou?’repliedSikesimpatiently.‘Don’tstandchatteringandgrinningatme!’

           Withanexclamationofsurprise,Faginhastenedtothegirl’sassistance,whileMr.JohnDawkins(otherwisetheArtfulDodger),whohadfollowedhisvenerablefriendintotheroom,hastilydepositedonthefloorabundlewithwhichhewasladen;andsnatchingabottlefromthegraspofMasterCharlesBateswhocamecloseathisheels,uncorkeditinatwinklingwithhisteeth,andpouredaportionofitscontentsdownthepatient’sthroat:previouslytakingataste,himself,topreventmistakes.

           ‘Giveherawhiffoffreshairwiththebellows,Charley,’saidMr.Dawkins;‘andyouslapherhands,Fagin,whileBillundoesthepetticuts.

           Theseunitedrestoratives,administeredwithgreatenergy:especiallythatdepartmentconsignedtoMasterBates,whoappearedtoconsiderhisshareintheproceedings,apieceofunexampledpleasantry:werenotlonginproducingthedesiredeffect.Thegirlgraduallyrecoveredhersenses;and,staggeringtoachairbythebedside,hidherfaceuponthepillow:leavingMr.Sikestoconfrontthenewcomers,insomeastonishmentattheirunlooked-forappearance.

           ‘Why,whatevilwindhasblowedyouhere?’heaskedFagin.

           ‘Noevilwindatall,mydear,forevilwindsblownobodyanygood;andI’vebroughtsomethinggoodwithme,thatyou’llbegladtosee.

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