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Chapter 47

           Buthedidnottakehiseyesofftherobber,foraninstant,duringthisaction;andnowthattheysatoveragainsteachother,facetoface,helookedfixedlyathim,withhislipsquiveringsoviolently,andhisfacesoalteredbytheemotionswhichhadmasteredhim,thatthehousebreakerinvoluntarilydrewbackhischair,andsurveyedhimwithalookofrealaffright.

           ‘Wotnow?’criedSikes.‘Wotdoyoulookatamansofor?’

           Faginraisedhisrighthand,andshookhistremblingforefingerintheair;buthispassionwassogreat,thatthepowerofspeechwasforthemomentgone.

           ‘Damme!’saidSikes,feelinginhisbreastwithalookofalarm.‘He’sgonemad.Imustlooktomyselfhere.

           ‘No,no,’rejoinedFagin,findinghisvoice.‘It’snotyou’renottheperson,Bill.I’venonofaulttofindwithyou.

           ‘Oh,youhaven’t,haven’tyou?’saidSikes,lookingsternlyathim,andostentatiouslypassingapistolintoamoreconvenientpocket.‘That’sluckyforoneofus.Whichonethatis,don’tmatter.

           ‘I’vegotthattotellyou,Bill,’saidFagin,drawinghischairnearer,‘willmakeyouworsethanme.

           ‘Aye?’returnedtherobberwithanincredulousair.‘Tellaway!Looksharp,orNancewillthinkI’mlost.

           ‘Lost!’criedFagin.‘Shehasprettywellsettledthat,inherownmind,already.

           SikeslookedwithanaspectofgreatperplexityintotheJew’sface,andreadingnosatisfactoryexplanationoftheriddlethere,clenchedhiscoatcollarinhishugehandandshookhimsoundly.

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