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Chapter 42

           ‘Myfriendwantssomebodywhowoulddothatwell,verymuch.’

           ‘Why,Ididmentionthat,andIshouldn’tmindturningmyhandtoitsometimes,’rejoinedMr.Claypoleslowly;‘butitwouldn’tpaybyitself,youknow.’

           ‘That’strue!’observedtheJew,ruminatingorpretendingtoruminate.‘No,itmightnot.’

           ‘Whatdoyouthink,then?’askedNoah,anxiouslyregardinghim.‘Somethinginthesneakingway,whereitwasprettysurework,andnotmuchmoreriskthanbeingathome.’

           ‘Whatdoyouthinkoftheoldladies?’askedFagin.‘There’sagooddealofmoneymadeinsnatchingtheirbagsandparcels,andrunningroundthecorner.’

           ‘Don’ttheyholleroutagooddeal,andscratchsometimes?’askedNoah,shakinghishead.‘Idon’tthinkthatwouldanswermypurpose.Ain’tthereanyotherlineopen?’

           ‘Stop!’saidFagin,layinghishandonNoah’sknee.‘Thekinchinlay.’

           ‘Thekinchins,mydear,’saidFagin,‘istheyoungchildrenthat’ssentonerrandsbytheirmothers,withsixpencesandshillings;andthelayisjusttotaketheirmoneyaway—they’vealwaysgotitreadyintheirhands—thenknock’emintothekennel,andwalkoffveryslow,asiftherewerenothingelsethematterbutachildfallendownandhurtitself.Ha!ha!ha!’

           ‘Ha!ha!’roaredMr.Claypole,kickinguphislegsinanecstasy.

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