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‘And where should you think Bill was now, my dear?’
The girl moaned out some half intelligible reply, that she
could not tell; and seemed, from the smothered noise that
escaped her, to be crying.
‘And the boy, too,’ said the Jew, straining his eyes to
catch a glimpse of her face. ‘Poor leetle child! Left in a ditch,
Nance; only think!’
‘The child,’ said the girl, suddenly looking up, ‘is better
where he is, than among us; and if no harm comes to Bill
from it, I hope he lies dead in the ditch and that his young
bones may rot there.’
‘What!’ cried the Jew, in amazement.
‘Ay, I do,’ returned the girl, meeting his gaze. ‘I shall be
glad to have him away from my eyes, and to know that the
worst is over. I can’t bear to have him about me. The sight of
him turns me against myself, and all of you.’
‘Pooh!’ said the Jew, scornfully. ‘You’re drunk.’
‘Am I?’ cried the girl bitterly. ‘It’s no fault of yours, if I am
not! You’d never have me anything else, if you had your will,
except now;—the humour doesn’t suit you, doesn’t it?’
‘No!’ rejoined the Jew, furiously. ‘It does not.’
‘Change it, then!’ responded the girl, with a laugh.
‘Change it!’ exclaimed the Jew, exasperated beyond all
bounds by his companion’s unexpected obstinacy, and the
vexation of the night, ‘I WILL change it! Listen to me, you
drab. Listen to me, who with six words, can strangle Sikes
as surely as if I had his bull’s throat between my fingers now.
If he comes back, and leaves the boy behind him; if he gets
off free, and dead or alive, fails to restore him to me; murder

Oliver Twist