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Chapter 47

           ‘I’ddosomethinginthejailthat’udgetmeputinirons;andifIwastriedalongwithyou,I’dfalluponyouwiththemintheopencourt,andbeatyourbrainsoutaforethepeople.Ishouldhavesuchstrength,’mutteredtherobber,poisinghisbrawnyarm,‘thatIcouldsmashyourheadasifaloadedwaggonhadgoneoverit.

           ‘Youwould?’

           ‘WouldI!’saidthehousebreaker.‘Tryme.

           ‘IfitwasCharley,ortheDodger,orBet,or

           ‘Idon’tcarewho,’repliedSikesimpatiently.‘Whoeveritwas,I’dservethemthesame.

           Faginlookedhardattherobber;and,motioninghimtobesilent,stoopedoverthebeduponthefloor,andshookthesleepertorousehim.Sikesleantforwardinhischair:lookingonwithhishandsuponhisknees,asifwonderingmuchwhatallthisquestioningandpreparationwastoendin.

           ‘Bolter,Bolter!Poorlad!’saidFagin,lookingupwithanexpressionofdevilishanticipation,andspeakingslowlyandwithmarkedemphasis.‘He’stiredtiredwithwatchingforhersolongwatchingforher,Bill.

           ‘Wotd’yemean?’askedSikes,drawingback.

           Faginmadenoanswer,butbendingoverthesleeperagain,hauledhimintoasittingposture.Whenhisassumednamehadbeenrepeatedseveraltimes,Noahrubbedhiseyes,and,givingaheavyyawn,lookedsleepilyabouthim.

           ‘Tellmethatagainonceagain,justforhimtohear,’saidtheJew,pointingtoSikesashespoke.

           ‘Tellyerwhat?’askedthesleepyNoah,shakinghimselfpettishy.

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