“It’s no
fault of
mine if he
is!”
interposed
the other
man, with
a look of
terror,
and
clasping
the Jew’s
arm with
trembling
hands.
“Mind
that.
Fagin! I
had no
hand in
it.
Anything
but his
death, I
told you
from the
first. I
won’t shed
blood;
it’s
always
found out,
and haunts
a man
besides.
If they
shot him
dead, I
was not
the cause;
do you
hear me?
Fire this
infernal
den!
What’s
that?”
“What!”
cried the
Jew,
