
Nancy says, 'At last!' as Sikes falls under the sleeping draught and she rushes out alone.
As heard by us
Nancy's urgent errand gives Dickens's shabby criminal world a sudden, quietly gripping focus.
Chapter XXXIX turns underworld business into a slow study in degradation. William Sykes wakes in a mean, badly furnished room, accepts that the payment may leave him only eighteen pounds, and lets the evening sink into Fagin's circle.
Why you'd press play
You want a shabby room, fifteen lost sixpences, and Nancy arriving with a message she refuses to leave unheard.
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