'Speak, will you!' he said; 'or if you don't, it shall be forwant of breath. Open your mouth and say wot you've got to say inplain words. Out with it, you thundering old cur, out with it!'。， 'Thus. It is quite clear that we shall have extreme difficultyin getting to the bottom of this mystery, unless we can bringthis man, Monks, upon his knees. That can only be done bystratagem, and by catching him when he is not surrounded by thesepeople. For, suppose he were apprehended, we have no proofagainst him. He is not even (so far as we know, or as the factsappear to us) concerned with the gang in any of their robberies.If he were not discharged, it is very unlikely that he couldreceive any further punishment than being committed to prison asa rogue and vagabond; and of course ever afterwards his mouthwould be so obstinately closed that he might as well, for ourpurposes, be deaf, dumb, blind, and an idiot.'
In fact, Mr. Fagin had so well humoured his young friend'seccentric disposition, that Master Bates, who had at first beendisposed to consider the imprisoned Dodger rather in the light ofa victim, now looked upon him as the chief actor in a scene ofmost uncommon and exquisite humour, and felt quite impatient forthe arrival of the time when his old companion should have sofavourable an opportunity of displaying his abilities.。， 'Bolter,' said Fagin, drawing up a chair and seating himselfopposite Morris Bolter.
。， They walked onward, looking about them with the air of personswho entertained some very slight expectation which had littlechance of being realised, when they were suddenly joined by thisnew associate. They halted with an exclamation of surprise, butsuppressed it immediately; for a man in the garments of acountryman came close up--brushed against them, indeed--at thatprecise moment.
'So I mean to be a gentleman,' said Mr. Claypole, kicking out hislegs, and continuing a conversation, the commencement of whichFagin had arrived too late to hear. 'No more jolly old coffins,Charlotte, but a gentleman's life for me: and, if yer like, yershall be a lady.'。，
The girl had taken a few restless turns to and fro--closelywatched meanwhile by her hidden observer--when the heavy bell ofSt. Paul's tolled for the death of another day. Midnight hadcome upon the crowded city. The palace, the night-cellar, thejail, the madhouse: the chambers of birth and death, of healthand sickness, the rigid face of the corpse and the calm sleep ofthe child: midnight was upon them all.。，
'Out,' said Fagin. 'I sent her out this morning with the otheryoung woman, because I wanted us to be alone.'。， 'Never mind whether they're two mile off, or twenty,' said NoahClaypole; for he it was; 'but get up and come on, or I'll kickyer, and so I give yer notice.'
， 'I can't see her face well,' whispered Noah. 'She is lookingdown, and the candle is behind her.。， He sat crouching over a cold hearth, wrapped in an old torncoverlet, with his face turned towards a wasting candle thatstood upon a table by his side. His right hand was raised to hislips, and as, absorbed in thought, he hit his long black nails,he disclosed among his toothless gums a few such fangs as shouldhave been a dog's or rat's.