"Fagin! I'm back with the Farrinwell crib. 'N look whut else I brung 'ome with me." The man thrust both me and the sack on the table with disdain, leaving us both to be examined while he made himself at home. Weak as I was, I couldn't sort out all the faces that encompassed me, or what all was being said.
"Charlie, come 'ere an take me 'at."
"Whut is it?"
"A girl. Why, ain't you as dumb as a gent today?"
"Wha'do'ya think 'bout 'er, Fagin?"
"Look at them tatters she 'as on! Looks a'like they was once some mighty fine tots now, don't it, Fagin?"
"We've a never 'ad no girl 'ere before."
"Shove it, Barney, I want a see 'er!"
"Will ya all shut your mouths for a while and give the poor young'in a rest? 'E's a pretty lil' thing, but lookin' arf dead!" This new voice pentrated through the crowd, and the rest fell silent. "Good. Now go on out 'n scour them streets. They're some fine pickings to be 'ad. Best luck, my dears, and do be…"
Darkness, my ears hallucinated ringing bells as the room spun in circles. There was an awful falling sensation – falling into the nothingness of dreamless sleep once more… Oh…