[The first sentence or so that is in italics is from the book Oliver Twist so it's carrying on the story]
"The eyes again!" he cried in an unearthly screech. Staggering as if struck by lightning, he lost his balance and nearly tumbled over the parapet. A cloaked figure came behind him and swiftly yanked him to a sturdier part of the roof. There she took the rope from around him and tossed it into the crowd. The gloomy clothes she wore fortuitously resembled a ghost, startling the murderer. He waved his filthy hands in the air, preparing for his death by the phantom. "Nance- Nance I'm sorry. Have mercy on me, it was an accident, I didn't mean to go that far ."
The figure shook her head. "Pull yourself together, sir, at least till we're away from 'ere."
"Don't you know who I am?" Sikes asked, his voice trembling.
"Oh, I know who you are, sir. Follow me; I've got somewhere you can stay if you want." Sikes followed, for he had no better offer. The woman hid behind the tallest chimney of the roof, Sikes followed. Bull's-eye followed. After thinking of the best distraction to give them more time to escape, she grabbed Bull's-eye, the dog struggled but the woman had already thrown him into the mob below. "Bull's-eye!" Sikes yelled and tried scrambling to the edge to see his dog. "Sir, he'd have got you killed and you know it. He'll be alright down there anyway, people will know he's yours and think he'll help to find you, I promise you, he'll be fine." The murderer considered his options and decided pushing the woman off after his dog was not going to get him anywhere. He gestured for her to continue and with the crowd in panic at the dog which seemingly flew towards them. The woman shuffled along the roof leaning on Sikes until they got to a trapdoor which she must have come up to get there in the first place. Opening the door, she helped the murderer down; his sweaty hands were shaking and his eyes, bloodshot. After staring at each other for a few seconds they carried on through London, changing route every time Sikes was recognised. "So, you say you know who I am, but who are you?" He asked.
"Later, sir, you never know who might be listening in these streets." She replied, however Sikes couldn't think of anyone worse than himself who might be in the streets. Soon after this they reached Pentonville at which point, Sikes turned around to leave. The woman touched his shoulder, "Sir, where else can you go now? Without being caught I mean. Half of the city's looking for you."
"This is Pentonville, how's this going to be better than anywhere else?" He scoffed nervously.
"'Cos it's where I live. Only others in my house are a couple of servants, sir."
"Stop with the "Sir" would you. Reminds me of wot a beak would say. 'Come along with me, sir, if you please.'" Sikes imitated a policeman. The woman giggled. They stood in silence for a minute or so, as if they were waiting for something. "Wot do you want me to call you then?" She asked mockingly. Sikes hesitated, "Bill," the woman nodded and they began walking towards one of the smaller houses in Pentonville, "Wot do you want me to call you?" She seemed to ignore him but after unlocking the door and going inside, she took down her hood and whispered to him "Clara." She had golden blonde hair and large blue eyes. He repeated her name, as if to find how the name tasted in his mouth. He smiled in approval. Clara took him around the house, noticing a glint in his eye whenever they walked past an object of value. "I hope you remember that no one would buy any of this off you." She sighed. After a tour of downstairs, she offered him a drink. "I'll have the strongest you've got." Clara pulled out a bottle of liquor and another of gin from a cupboard. "Now I still don't really know who you are... Your name is Clara, but why do you speak like me but live in Pentonville and why would you help me after wot- wot I did?" Sikes inquired. Snatching the liquor from his hand to have a drink herself, she began.