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Chapter 42

           ‘Ididn’ttakeit,’stammeredNoah,nolongerstretchingouthislegslikeanindependentgentleman,butcoilingthemupaswellashecouldunderhischair;‘itwasallherdoing;yer’vegotitnow,Charlotte,yerknowyerhave.

           ‘Nomatterwho’sgotit,orwhodidit,mydear,’repliedFagin,glancing,nevertheless,withahawk’seyeatthegirlandthetwobundles.‘I’minthatwaymyself,andIlikeyouforit.

           ‘Inwhatway?’askedMr.Claypole,alittlerecovering.

           ‘Inthatwayofbusiness,’rejoinedFagin;‘andsoarethepeopleofthehouse.You’vehittherightnailuponthehead,andareassafehereasyoucouldbe.ThereisnotasaferplaceinallthistownthanistheCripples;thatis,whenIliketomakeitso.AndIhavetakenafancytoyouandtheyoungwoman;soI’vesaidtheword,andyoumaymakeyourmindseasy.

           NoahClaypole’smindmighthavebeenateaseafterthisassurance,buthisbodycertainlywasnot;forheshuffledandwrithedabout,intovariousuncouthpositions:eyeinghisnewfriendmeanwhilewithmingledfearandsuspicion.

           ‘I’lltellyoumore,’saidFagin,afterhehadreassuredthegirl,bydintoffriendlynodsandmutteredencouragements.‘IhavegotafriendthatIthinkcangratifyyourdarlingwish,andputyouintherightway,whereyoucantakewhateverdepartmentofthebusinessyouthinkwillsuityoubestatfirst,andbetaughtalltheothers.

           ‘Yerspeakasifyerwereinearnest,’repliedNoah.

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