“A gentleman and a lady that she had gone to of her own accord before, who asked her to give up all her pals, and Monks first, which she did⁠—and to describe him, which she did⁠—and to tell her what house it was that we meet at, and go to, which she did⁠—and where it could be best watched from, which she did⁠—and what time the people went there, which she did. She did all this. She told it all every word without a threat, without a murmur⁠—she did⁠—did she not?” cried Fagin, half mad with fury.

“All right,” replied Noah, scratching his head. “That’s just what it was!”

“What did they say, about last Sunday?”

“About last Sunday!” replied Noah, considering. “Why I told yer that before.”

“Again. Tell it again!” cried Fagin, tightening his grasp on Sikes, and brandishing his other hand aloft, as the foam flew from his lips.