'I wish to go back,' said the girl. 'I must go back,because--how can I tell such things to an innocent lady likeyou?--because among the men I have told you of, there is one:the most desperate among them all; that I can't leave: no, noteven to be saved from the life I am leading now.'。，
'I hear you,' replied the girl, turning her face aside, andforcing a laugh. 'What fancy have you got in your head now?'。， The room remained deserted for a quarter of an hour or more; thegirl glided back with the same unearthly tread; and, immediatelyafterwards, the two men were heard descending. Monks went atonce into the street; and the Jew crawled upstairs again for themoney. When he returned, the girl was adjusting her shawl andbonnet, as if preparing to be gone.
In obedience to this hint, the boys, nodding to Nancy, took uptheir hats, and left the room; the Dodger and his vivaciousfriend indulging, as they went, in many witticisms at the expenseof Mr. Chitling; in whose conduct, it is but justice to say,there was nothing very conspicuous or peculiar: inasmuch asthere are a great number of spirited young bloods upon town, whopay a much higher price than Mr. Chitling for being seen in goodsociety: and a great number of fine gentlemen (composing thegood society aforesaid) who established their reputation uponvery much the same footing as flash Toby Crackit.。，
。， 'And the place, the crazy hole, wherever it was, in whichmiserable drabs brought forth the life and health so often deniedto themselves--gave birth to puling children for the parish torear; and hid their shame, rot 'em in the grave!'
Mr. Bumble sat in the workhouse parlour, with his eyes moodilyfixed on the cheerless grate, whence, as it was summer time, nobrighter gleam proceeded, than the reflection of certain sicklyrays of the sun, which were sent back from its cold and shiningsurface. A paper fly-cage dangled from the ceiling, to which heoccasionally raised his eyes in gloomy thought; and, as theheedless insects hovered round the gaudy net-work, Mr. Bumblewould heave a deep sigh, while a more gloomy shadow overspreadhis countenance. Mr. Bumble was meditating; it might be that theinsects brought to mind, some painful passage in his own pastlife.。， When they had encountered each other's glance several times inthis way, the stranger, in a harsh, deep voice, broke silence.
'I wish to go back,' said the girl. 'I must go back,because--how can I tell such things to an innocent lady likeyou?--because among the men I have told you of, there is one:the most desperate among them all; that I can't leave: no, noteven to be saved from the life I am leading now.'。， 'And it is a creditable thing to have his acquaintance; an't it,Fagin?' pursued Tom.
On hearing this most unexpected sound, Mr. Bumble looked, firstincredulous, and afterwards amazed. He then relapsed into hisformer state; nor did he rouse himself until his attention wasagain awakened by the voice of his partner.。， 'Lady,' cried the girl, sinking on her knees, 'dear, sweet, angellady, you ARE the first that ever blessed me with such words asthese, and if I had heard them years ago, they might have turnedme from a life of sin and sorrow; but it is too late, it is toolate!'
Mr. Bumble, who had not yet been admitted by his better half intoany greater share of the secret than he had originally possessed,listened to this dialogue with outstretched neck and distendedeyes: which he directed towards his wife and Monks, by turns, inundisguised astonishment; increased, if possible, when the lattersternly demanded, what sum was required for the disclosure.。，
'That's a fine fellow,' said the doctor; 'you shall come and seeme when you return. But, to speak seriously, Harry; has anycommunication from the great nobs produced this sudden anxiety onyour part to be gone?'。，