the
armchair
opposite,
they sat
face to
face. It
was not
quite
dark; the
door was
partially
open; and
the candle
outside,
threw a
feeble
reflection
on the
opposite
wall. They
conversed
for some
time in
whispers.
Though
nothing of
the
conversation
was
distinguishable
beyond a
few
disjointed
words here
and there,
a listener
might
easily
have
perceived
that Fagin
appeared
to be
defending
himself
against
some
remarks of
the
stranger;
