The Dodger watches as Nancy leaves, and his hands curls into a fist, turning round and shoving everything off the table, too angry to care about what Fagin'll do to him for smashing up the place.
She'd called him Jack.
She didn't care.
He sat down and roughly rubbed his arm across red eyes, breathing in deep. Right. He wasn't a kid, not like the others. He didn't need Nancy watching out for him, never needed it. Let her call him what she liked.
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She'd called him Jack.
She didn't care.
He sat down and roughly rubbed his arm across red eyes, breathing in deep. Right. He wasn't a kid, not like the others. He didn't need Nancy watching out for him, never needed it. Let her call him what she liked.
He didn't care.
Really, he didn't.