To sum up, at that time he was blinded by greed, and in a moment of weakness, he got himself into such a big mess.
"I was just... I just couldn't resist at that moment. She was standing at the door, holding the box, her face pale, not saying a word, and I looked at the empty state of the shop and thought if I didn't take this job, I might not even earn enough for meals this month."
"You're overthinking it," Arthur said flatly. "Maybe yesterday was your last decent dinner for the rest of your life."
Fagin shivered and pleaded repeatedly, "Mr. Hasting, you're a reasonable person. I know you're the most compassionate. Back then, you even managed to bring Adam, that little rascal, back on track. Just give me one more chance... I've really learned my lesson this time! From now on, I won't even dare to accept a teacup sent by a servant!"
"Did she ever say that the box was stolen?"
Fagin paused, his gaze clearly wavering.
"Be honest," Arthur added.
