... ’Not by flash Toby Crackit?’ said the Jew incredulously. ‘Think what women are, Bill,’ ’No; not even by flash Toby Crackit,’ replied Sikes. ‘He says he’s worn sham whiskers, and a canary waistcoat, ... the father gets lagged; and then the Juvenile Delinquent Society comes, and takes the boy away from a trade where he was arning money, teaches him to read and write, and in time makes a ‘prentice ... and said, with a deep sigh, that if flash Toby Crackit reported aright, he feared the game was up. ’And yet,’ said the old man, dropping his hands on his knees, ‘it’s a sad thing, my dear,...