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Chapter 42

           ‘Fromthecountry,Isee,sir?’

           ‘Howdoyerseethat?’askedNoahClaypole.

           ‘WehavenotsomuchdustasthatinLondon,’repliedFagin,pointingfromNoah’sshoestothoseofhiscompanion,andfromthemtothetwobundles.

           ‘Yerasharpfeller,’saidNoah.‘Ha!ha!onlyhearthat,Charlotte!’

           ‘Why,oneneedbesharpinthistown,mydear,’repliedtheJew,sinkinghisvoicetoaconfidentialwhisper;‘andthat’sthetruth.

           FaginfollowedupthisremarkbystrikingthesideofhisnosewithhisrightforefingeragesturewhichNoahattemptedtoimitate,thoughnotwithcompletesuccess,inconsequenceofhisownnosenotbeinglargeenoughforthepurpose.However,Mr.Faginseemedtointerprettheendeavourasexpressingaperfectcoincidencewithhisopinion,andputabouttheliquorwhichBarneyreappearedwith,inaveryfriendlymanner.

           ‘Goodstuffthat,’observedMr.Claypole,smackinghislips.

           ‘Dear!’saidFagin.‘Amanneedbealwaysemptyingatill,orapocket,orawoman’sreticule,orahouse,oramail-coach,orabank,ifhedrinksitregularly.

           Mr.Claypolenosoonerheardthisextractfromhisownremarksthanhefellbackinhischair,andlookedfromtheJewtoCharlottewithacountenanceofashypalencesandexcessiveterror.

           ‘Don’tmindme,mydear,’saidFagin,drawinghischaircloser.‘Ha!ha!itwasluckyitwasonlymethatheardyoubychance.Itwasveryluckyitwasonlyme.

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