Oliver
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- His thoughts were terrible ones: hatred of Nancy, who had dared to talk with strangers, anger at the failure of his plans, fear of ruin and prison and death. He sat without moving and heard a footstep in the street.
- It was nearly two hours before. Sunrise. Fagin sat waiting in his room. His face was so white and his eyes were red that he looked like some terrible spirit had risen from the grave.
- His face was turned towards a candle that stood on the table by his side. His right hand was raised to his lips. Deep in thought, he bit his long black nails. Charley lay on the floor, fast asleep. The older man looked at him from time to time and then back at the candle again.
- At last! At last! (whispers)
- opens door
- He opened the door and came back with Bill Sikes. Sikes carried a box, which he put on the table.
- The police have got Dawkins.He's in prison now.
- There! Take that. It's been trouble enough to get it. I though I should have been here three hours ago.
- Fagin took the box and sat down again without speaking. Fagin sat down with his eyes fixed on Sikes.
- WHAT'S THE MATTER!? WHY ARE YOU LOOKINGAT ME LIKE THAT!?
- Fagin raised his hand, but he could not speak.
- HAVE YOU GONE MAD TOO
- No, no, Bill, it not you. you're not the person i'm thinking. But i have got something to tell you.
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