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Chapter 43

           ‘Notfortheworld,’repliedFagin.‘Areyoumad,mydear,starkmad,thatyou’dwalkintotheveryplacewhere—No,Charley,no.Oneisenoughtoloseatatime.’

           ‘Youdon’tmeantogoyourself,Isuppose?’saidCharleywithahumorousleer.

           ‘Thatwouldn’tquitefit,’repliedFaginshakinghishead.

           ‘Thenwhydon’tyousendthisnewcove?’askedMasterBates,layinghishandonNoah’sarm.‘Nobodyknowshim.’

           ‘Why,ifhedidn’tmind—’observedFagin.

           ‘Mind!’interposedCharley.‘Whatshouldhehavetomind?’

           ‘Reallynothing,mydear,’saidFagin,turningtoMr.Bolter,‘reallynothing.’

           ‘Oh,Idaresayaboutthat,yerknow,’observedNoah,backingtowardsthedoor,andshakinghisheadwithakindofsoberalarm.‘No,no—noneofthat.It’snotinmydepartment,thatain’t.’

           ‘Wotdepartmenthashegot,Fagin?’inquiredMasterBates,surveyingNoah’slankformwithmuchdisgust.‘Thecuttingawaywhenthere’sanythingwrong,andtheeatingallthewittleswhenthere’severythingright;isthathisbranch?’

           ‘Nevermind,’retortedMr.Bolter;‘anddon’tyertakelibertieswithyersuperiors,littleboy,oryer’llfindyerselfinthewrongshop.’

           MasterBateslaughedsovehementlyatthismagnificentthreat,thatitwassometimebeforeFagincouldinterpose,andrepresenttoMr.

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