He looks like Fagin from Oliver Twist—wiry, with long, graying hair and a perfectly pointy beard.
Well, personally I fail to see why Fagin is any more of a scoundrel than some of these other fellows in gilt epaulets.
I might have got clear off if Id split upon her; mighnt I, Fagin?
Fagin had been captured too, sentenced to death, and was in prison awaiting the fulfilment of his doom.
And it is a creditable thing to have his acquaintance, ant it, Fagin?
Fagin nodded in the affirmative, and pointing in the direction of Saffron Hill, inquired whether any one was up yonder to-night.
Dont mind me, my dear, said Fagin, drawing his chair closer.
With this, Fagin poked Mr. Claypole in the side, and they joined in a burst of laughter both long and loud.
In that way of business, rejoined Fagin, and so are the people of the house.
Probably Fagin did not have a half-dozen fellows in the house.