haste!”
“Shut the
door,”
whispered
Fagin from
the end of
the
passage.
As he
spoke, it
closed
with a
loud
noise.
“That
wasn’t my
doing,”
said the
other man,
feeling
his way.
“The wind
blew it
to, or it
shut of
its own
accord:
one or the
other.
Look sharp
with the
light, or
I shall
knock my
brains out
against
something
in this
confounded
hole.”
Fagin
stealthily
descended
the
kitchen
stairs.
After a
short
absence,
he
