It was a meanly furnished apartment, with nothing but the contents of the closet to induce the belief that its occupier was anything but a working man; and with no more suspicious articles displayed to view than two or three heavy bludgeons which stood in a corner, and a 'life-preserver' that hung over the chimney-piece.
'There,' said Sikes, smacking his lips.

'Now I'm ready.' 'For business ?' inquired the Jew.
'For business,' replied Sikes; 'so say what you've got to say.' 'About the crib at Chertsey, Bill ?' said the Jew, drawing his chair forward, and speaking in a very low voice.
'Yes.

Wot about it ?' inquired Sikes.
'Ah! you know what I mean, my dear,' said the Jew.

'He knows what I mean, Nancy; don't he ?' 'No, he don't,' sneered Mr.Sikes.

'Or he won't, and that's the same thing.