It was four o’clock in the morning. Fagin was sitting alone. His
evil face was twisted with fear and hatred.
There was a loud knock at the front door.
‘That’s Bill. At last!’ Fagin whispered.
Fagin went downstairs and unlocked the door. Sikes pushed
past him. He had a heavy bundle
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under his arm. He threw the
bundle on the table.
‘Here’s some things for you to sell. They’re worth a lot. So pay
me well,’ Sikes said. ‘Now get me a drink, you old villain!’
Then Sikes saw that Fagin was angry.
‘What’s happened?’ he said. ‘Tell me quickly. I’ve got to get
back to Nancy. She’ll think I’ve been caught by the police.’
‘Caught? Yes, you soon will be caught!’ Fagin replied in a
terrible voice. ‘Someone’s been talking about us. Someone wants
to get us hanged.’
‘Who is he?’ Sikes shouted. ‘Tell me his name and I’ll smash
his head in!’
‘Not he, Bill, she,’ Fagin said softly.
‘Hell’s fire
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!’ Sikes cried. ‘Are you talking about . . .?’
‘Yes – Nancy!’ Fagin replied, with a wicked smile.
‘Nancy! But how do you know?’ Sikes shouted.
Fagin went into the next room. The old man shook the
Dodger awake. Then he dragged him towards Sikes.
‘Tell Bill what you heard, Dodger,’ Fagin said. ‘Tell him – or
I’ll kill you!’
Sikes listened to the boy’s story. He gave a great shout of
anger.
‘Let me get her!’ Sikes cried. ‘I’ll . . .’
‘Wait a minute, Bill,’ Fagin said, standing in front of the door
It was four o’clock in the morning. Fagin was sitting alone. His
evil face was twisted with fear and hatred.
There was a loud knock at the front door.
‘That’s Bill. At last!’ Fagin whispered.
Fagin went downstairs and unlocked the door. Sikes pushed
past him. He had a heavy bundle
38
under his arm. He threw the
bundle on the table.
‘Here’s some things for you to sell. They’re worth a lot. So pay
me well,’ Sikes said. ‘Now get me a drink, you old villain!’
Then Sikes saw that Fagin was angry.
‘What’s happened?’ he said. ‘Tell me quickly. I’ve got to get
back to Nancy. She’ll think I’ve been caught by the police.’
‘Caught? Yes, you soon will be caught!’ Fagin replied in a
terrible voice. ‘Someone’s been talking about us. Someone wants
to get us hanged.’
‘Who is he?’ Sikes shouted. ‘Tell me his name and I’ll smash
his head in!’
‘Not he, Bill, she,’ Fagin said softly.
‘Hell’s fire
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!’ Sikes cried. ‘Are you talking about . . .?’
‘Yes – Nancy!’ Fagin replied, with a wicked smile.
‘Nancy! But how do you know?’ Sikes shouted.
Fagin went into the next room. The old man shook the
Dodger awake. Then he dragged him towards Sikes.
‘Tell Bill what you heard, Dodger,’ Fagin said. ‘Tell him – or
I’ll kill you!’
Sikes listened to the boy’s story. He gave a great shout of
anger.
‘Let me get her!’ Sikes cried. ‘I’ll . . .’
‘Wait a minute, Bill,’ Fagin said, standing in front of the door
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