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[artfullydodging]

'ello! Me name's Jack Dawkins, but youse may all call me The Artful Dodger. *tips his overly large hat* I's an orphan, offic'ly, but I's a member of me ol' pal Fagin's gang in London. An' one'a th' best, 'ccording to most everyone. Better'n that ol' Charley, at any rate. Or Nolly Twist. I 'ear some bloke called Charles Dickens 'as gone and writ a

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[barefoot_dance]

Oh! You're like a gamin! I'm a gipsy, so I'm only a little bit better, I think, and sometimes I'm worse. I don't have anything you could take, though, except my tambourine...

[artfullydodging]

You're like Nance, then? I won' take anyfing from someone like me. S' only th' rich people what got fings worth takin'. *grins*

[barefoot_dance]

Maybe I am. Who's Nance?

*laughs happily* Oh, that's true, isn't it? But I don't steal. The priests want to send me away me for enough reasons already, so Djali and I just dance.

[artfullydodging]

She used t' be one'a Fagin's, but then she got too big t' steal prop'rly.

Wha's wrong wif dancin'? I don' do it, meself, but s'pose I oughta, as it's very gen'lemanly. *nods solemnly and pushes back his hat as it slides down over his eyes*

[barefoot_dance]

Oh, I see!

The priests don't like it. They say we're all witches and we witch-dance to lead people away from the right paths. They say we enchant people's eyes and hearts and make them do bad things.

The proper kind of dancing, like Monsieur Kennedy's teaching me, that's gentlemanly dancing! Maybe he'll teach you, too! *smiles surely*

Oh! What a wonderful hat you have!