Jack Dawkins walked into the tight hall that served as an entry to the hideout wondering who this stranger Ace spoke of could be to see not only a man big as a tree that could probably take the whole gang down in a matter of minutes, but also a girl he appeared to be half dragging next to him.
The girl was roughly his same hight, probably a little younger then himself and was completely soaked as well as being covered with filth and mud, not to mention the fact that she looked as though she might well collapse at any given moment. In description she had thick dark locks that came down to her waist. Despite the mud one could tell the girl was pale, but her most striking feature was her eyes, glacial blue in color lighting up her whole face even in the dim light. She wore a tattered formerly blue dress that looked as if she'd been wearing it for at least a year straight.
When Artful realized he was had been starring at the girl he took a sudden interest in the wood grain of the flooring.
"oo Fagin" said the strange man nodding in the direction of the Jew himself.
"That would be me" acknowledged Fagin.
"I 'eard you run a bid of a boardin' 'ouse for the, lets say, talented eh"
"That would be correct" Fagin got out before Charley broke out into peels of laugher, which wasn't really to anyone's surprise except the odd man at the door who continued on anyways.
"Well what about a whore, 'ould oo take 'er" he said gesturing to the girl by his side.