。， Fagin put several other questions: all with the same drift ofascertaining whether the girl had profited by his unguardedhints; but, she answered them so readily, and was withal soutterly unmoved by his searching looks, that his originalimpression of her being more than a trifle in liquor, wasconfirmed. Nancy, indeed, was not exempt from a failing whichwas very common among the Jew's female pupils; and in which, intheir tenderer years, they were rather encouraged than checked.Her disordered appearance, and a wholesale perfume of Genevawhich pervaded the apartment, afforded stong confirmatoryevidence of the justice of the Jew's supposition; and when, afterindulging in the temporary display of violence above described,she subsided, first into dullness, and afterwards into a compoundof feelings: under the influence of which she shed tears oneminute, and in the next gave utterance to various exclamations of'Never say die!' and divers calculations as to what might be theamount of the odds so long as a lady or gentleman was happy, Mr.Fagin, who had had considerable experience of such matters in histime, saw, with great satisfaction, that she was very far goneindeed.
。， Either the master or the manner of this remark, which was madevery ruefully, delighted Charley Bates so much, that hisconsequent shout of laughter roused the Jew from his reverie, andinduced him to inquire what was the matter.
'It's done in a minute,' said Sikes, in the same low whisper.'Directly I leave go of you, do your work. Hark!'。， 'Yes!' interrupted the stranger. 'I have been lingering herethese two hours. Where the devil have you been?'
As the lady had stated her intention of screaming, of course shewould have screamed at this additional boldness, but that theexertion was rendered unnecessary by a hasty knocking at thedoor: which was no sooner heard, than Mr. Bumble darted, withmuch agility, to the wine bottles, and began dusting them withgreat violence: while the matron sharply demanded who was there.。，
。， At length, a low cry of pain broke the stillness that prevailed;and uttering it, the boy awoke. His left arm, rudely bandaged ina shawl, hung heavy and useless at his side; the bandage wassaturated with blood. He was so weak, that he could scarcelyraise himself into a sitting posture; when he had done so, helooked feebly round for help, and groaned with pain. Tremblingin every joint, from cold and exhaustion, he made an effort tostand upright; but, shuddering from head to foot, fell prostrateon the ground.
。， The matron looked, from the little kettle, to the beadle, who wasmoving towards the door; and as the beadle coughed, preparatoryto bidding her good-night, bashfully inquired whether--whether hewouldn't take a cup of tea?
'Whose turn would that have served, my dear?' inquired the Jewhumbly.。， Oliver looked at Sikes, in mute and timid wonder; and drawing astool to the fire, sat with his aching head upon his hands,scarecely knowing where he was, or what was passing around him.
， 'The little word?' said Mr. Bumble, bending over the bashfulbeauty. 'The one little, little, little word, my blessedCorney?'。， Quickening their pace, they turned up a road upon the left hand.After walking about a quarter of a mile, they stopped before adetached house surrounded by a wall: to the top of which, TobyCrackit, scarcely pausing to take breath, climbed in a twinkling.