... pushed back her chair, and bade Fagin draw up his, without saying more about it: for it was a cold night, and no mistake. ’It is cold, Nancy dear,’ said the Jew, as he warmed his skinny hands ... ’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, ... Jew. At this confession, Miss Nancy burst into a loud laugh; and, swallowing a glass of brandy, shook her head with an air of defiance, and burst into sundry exclamations of ‘Keep the game a- going!’...