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Chapter 39

           Dodger,mydear,openthebundle;andgiveBillthelittletriflesthatwespentallourmoneyon,thismorning.

           IncompliancewithMr.Fagin’srequest,theArtfuluntiedthisbundle,whichwasoflargesize,andformedofanoldtable-cloth;andhandedthearticlesitcontained,onebyone,toCharleyBates:whoplacedthemonthetable,withvariousencomiumsontheirrarityandexcellence.

           ‘Sitcharabbitpie,Bill,’exclaimedthatyounggentleman,disclosingtoviewahugepasty;‘sitchdelicatecreeturs,withsitchtenderlimbs,Bill,thatthewerybonesmeltinyourmouth,andthere’snooccasiontopick’em;halfapoundofsevenandsix-pennygreen,sopreciousstrongthatifyoumixitwithbilingwater,it’llgonightoblowthelidofthetea-potoff;apoundandahalfofmoistsugarthattheniggersdidn’tworkatallat,aforetheygotituptositchapitchofgoodnessohno!Twohalf-quarternbrans;poundofbestfresh;pieceofdoubleGlo’ster;and,towindupall,someoftherichestsortyoueverlushed!’

           Utteringthislastpanegyrie,MasterBatesproduced,fromoneofhisextensivepockets,afull-sizedwine-bottle,carefullycorked;whileMr.Dawkins,atthesameinstant,pouredoutawine-glassfulofrawspiritsfromthebottlehecarried:whichtheinvalidtosseddownhisthroatwithoutamoment’shesitation.

           ‘Ah!’saidFagin,rubbinghishandswithgreatsatisfaction.‘You’lldo,Bill;you’lldonow.

           ‘Do!’exclaimedMr.

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