blew
through
him. Fagin
looked as
if he
could have
willingly
excused
himself
from
taking
home a
visitor at
that
unseasonable
hour; and,
indeed,
muttered
something
about
having no
fire; but
his
companion
repeating
his
request in
a
peremptory
manner, he
unlocked
the door,
and
requested
him to
close it
softly,
while he
got a
light.
“It’s as
dark as
the
grave,”
said the
man,
groping
forward a
few steps.
“Make


