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Chapter 39

           ‘Onlyoneofmyyoungpeople,’saidFagin,observingthatMonksdrewback,onbeholdingastranger.‘Don’tmove,Nancy.

           Thegirldrewclosertothetable,andglancingatMonkswithanairofcarelesslevity,withdrewhereyes;butasheturnedtowardsFagin,shestoleanotherlook;sokeenandsearching,andfullofpurpose,thatiftherehadbeenanybystandertoobservethechange,hecouldhardlyhavebelievedthetwolookstohaveproceededfromthesameperson.

           ‘Anynews?’inquiredFagin.

           ‘Great.

           ‘Andandgood?’askedFagin,hesitatingasthoughhefearedtovextheothermanbybeingtoosanguine.

           ‘Notbad,anyway,’repliedMonkswithasmile.‘Ihavebeenpromptenoughthistime.Letmehaveawordwithyou.

           Thegirldrewclosertothetable,andmadenooffertoleavetheroom,althoughshecouldseethatMonkswaspointingtoher.TheJew:perhapsfearingshemightsaysomethingaloudaboutthemoney,ifheendeavouredtogetridofher:pointedupward,andtookMonksoutoftheroom.

           ‘Notthatinfernalholewewereinbefore,’shecouldhearthemansayastheywentupstairs.Faginlaughed;andmakingsomereplywhichdidnotreachher,seemed,bythecreakingoftheboards,toleadhiscompaniontothesecondstory.

           Beforethesoundoftheirfootstepshadceasedtoechothroughthehouse,thegirlhadslippedoffhershoes;anddrawinghergownlooselyoverherhead,andmufflingherarmsinit,stoodatthedoor,listeningwithbreathlessinterest.

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