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Chapter 44

           ‘IfHE’—hepointedwithhisskinnyfore-fingerupthestairs—‘issohardwithyou(he’sabrute,Nance,abrute-beast),whydon’tyou—’

           ‘Well?’saidthegirl,asFaginpaused,withhismouthalmosttouchingherear,andhiseyeslookingintohers.

           ‘Nomatterjustnow.We’lltalkofthisagain.Youhaveafriendinme,Nance;astaunchfriend.Ihavethemeansathand,quietandclose.Ifyouwantrevengeonthosethattreatyoulikeadog—likeadog!worsethanhisdog,forhehumourshimsometimes—cometome.Isay,cometome.Heisthemerehoundofaday,butyouknowmeofold,Nance.’

           ‘Iknowyouwell,’repliedthegirls,withoutmanifestingtheleastemotion.‘Good-night.’

           Sheshrankback,asFaginofferedtolayhishandonhers,butsaidgood-nightagain,inasteadyvoice,and,answeringhispartinglookwithanodofintelligence,closedthedoorbetweenthem.

           Faginwalkedtowardshishome,intentuponthethoughtsthatwereworkingwithinhisbrain.Hehadconceivedtheidea—notfromwhathadjustpassedthoughthathadtendedtoconfirmhim,butslowlyandbydegrees—thatNancy,weariedofthehousebreaker’sbrutality,hadconceivedanattachmentforsomenewfriend.Heralteredmanner,herrepeatedabsencesfromhomealone,hercomparativeindifferencetotheinterestsofthegangforwhichshehadoncebeensozealous,and,addedtothese,herdesperateimpatiencetoleavehomethatnightataparticularhour,allfavouredthesupposition,andrenderedit,tohimatleast,almostmatterofcertainty.

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