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Chapter 44

           Shegrewpaleandthin,evenwithinafewdays.Attimes,shetooknoheedofwhatwaspassingbeforeher,ornopartinconversationswhereonce,shewouldhavebeentheloudest.Atothertimes,shelaughedwithoutmerriment,andwasnoisywithoutamomentafterwards—shesatsilentanddejected,broodingwithherheaduponherhands,whiletheveryeffortbywhichsherousedherself,told,moreforciblythaneventheseindications,thatshewasillatease,andthatherthoughtswereoccupiedwithmattersverydifferentanddistantfromthoseinthecourseofdiscussionbyhercompanions.

           ItwasSundaynight,andthebellofthenearestchurchstruckthehour.SikesandtheJewweretalking,buttheypausedtolisten.Thegirllookedupfromthelowseatonwhichshecrouched,andlistenedtoo.Eleven.

           ‘Anhourthissideofmidnight,’saidSikes,raisingtheblindtolookoutandreturningtohisseat.‘Darkandheavyitistoo.Agoodnightforbusinessthis.’

           ‘Ah!’repliedFagin.‘Whatapity,Bill,mydear,thatthere’snonequitereadytobedone.’

           ‘You’rerightforonce,’repliedSikesgruffly.‘Itisapity,forI’minthehumourtoo.’

           Faginsighed,andshookhisheaddespondingly.

           ‘Wemustmakeupforlosttimewhenwe’vegotthingsintoagoodtrain.That’sallIknow,’saidSikes.

           ‘That’sthewaytotalk,mydear,’repliedFagin,venturingtopathimontheshoulder.‘Itdoesmegoodtohearyou.’

           ‘Doesyougood,doesit!’criedSikes.‘Well,sobeit.

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