'Home, lady,' rejoined the girl. 'To such a home as I haveraised for myself with the work of my whole life. Let us part.I shall be watched or seen. Go! Go! If I have done you anyservice all I ask is, that you leave me, and let me go my wayalone.'。，
。， 'No sir, I do not,' replied the girl, after a short struggle. 'Iam chained to my old life. I loathe and hate it now, but Icannot leave it. I must have gone too far to turn back,--and yetI don't know, for if you had spoken to me so, some time ago, Ishould have laughed it off. But,' she said, looking hastilyround, 'this fear comes over me again. I must go home.'
Rose Maylie lingered, but the old gentleman drew her arm throughhis, and led her, with gentle force, away. As they disappeared,the girl sunk down nearly at her full length upon one of thestone stairs, and vented the anguish of her heart in bittertears.。，
Fagin raised his right hand, and shook his trembling forefingerin the air; but his passion was so great, that the power ofspeech was for the moment gone.。， 'Let me go,' said the girl with great earnestness; then sittingherself down on the floor, before the door, she said, 'Bill, letme go; you don't know what you are doing. You don't, indeed. Foronly one hour--do--do!'
These arrangements completed, he was informed of the necessarysigns and tokens by which to recognise the Artful Dodger, and wasconveyed by Master Bates through dark and winding ways to withina very short distance of Bow Street. Having described the precisesituation of the office, and accompanied it with copiousdirections how he was to walk straight up the passage, and whenhe got into the side, and pull off his hat as he went into theroom, Charley Bates bade him hurry on alone, and promised to bidehis return on the spot of their parting.。， The gentleman turned away.
'This is far enough,' said a voice, which was evidently that ofthe gentleman. 'I will not suffer the young lady to go anyfarther. Many people would have distrusted you too much to havecome even so far, but you see I am willing to humour you.'。，
There was something so uncommon in her manner, that the flesh ofthe concealed listener crept as he heard the girl utter thesewords, and the blood chilled within him. He had neverexperienced a greater relief than in hearing the sweet voice ofthe young lady as she begged her to be calm, and not allowherself to become the prey of such fearful fancies.。，
。， 'Very good,' replied Mr. Brownlow, smiling; 'but no doubt theywill bring that about for themselves in the fulness of time, andif we step in to forestall them, it seems to me that we shall beperforming a very Quixotic act, in direct opposition to our owninterest--or at least to Oliver's, which is the same thing.'
， 'Don't they holler out a good deal, and scratch sometimes?' askedNoah, shaking his head. 'I don't think that would answer mypurpose. Ain't there any other line open?'。， 'Mr. Bolter,' replied Noah, who had prepared himself for suchemergency. 'Mr. Morris Bolter. This is Mrs. Bolter.'