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===Relates How Oliver Twist Was Very Near Getting A Place Which Would Not Have Been A Sinecure=== |
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advantages of religious consolation. As for exercise, it was |
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amount; and, in a species of arthimetical desperation, he was |
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alternately cudgelling his brains and his donkey, when passing |
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the workhouse, his eyes encountered the bill on the gate. |
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'Wo--o!' said Mr. Gamfield to the donkey. |
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'I should say, three pound ten was plenty,' said Mr. Limbkins. |
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'Ten shillings too much,' said the gentleman in the white |
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'Come!' said Gamfield; 'say four pound, gen'l'men. Say four |
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pound, and you've got rid of him for good and all. There!' |
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'Three pound ten,' repeated Mr. Limbkins, firmly. |
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'Come! I'll split the diff'erence, gen'l'men,' urged Gamfield. |
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'Three pound fifteen.' |
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'Not a farthing more,' was the firm reply of Mr. Limbkins. |
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'You're desperate hard upon me, gen'l'men,' said Gamfield, |
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wavering. |
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'Pooh! pooh! nonsense!' said the gentleman in the white |
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waistcoat. 'He'd be cheap with nothing at all, as a premium. |
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Take him, you silly fellow! He's just the boy for you. He wants |
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the stick, now and then: it'll do him good; and his board |
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needn't come very expensive, for he hasn't been overfed since he |
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was born. Ha! ha! ha!' |
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Mr. Gamfield gave an arch look at the faces round the table, and, |
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observing a smile on all of them, gradually broke into a smile |
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himself. The bargain was made. Mr. Bumble, was at once |
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instructed that Oliver Twist and his indentures were to be |
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conveyed before the magistrate, for signature and approval, that |
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very afternoon. |
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In pursuance of this determination, little Oliver, to his |
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excessive astonishment, was released from bondage, and ordered to |
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put himself into a clean shirt. He had hardly achieved this very |
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unusual gymnastic performance, when Mr. Bumble brought him, with |
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his own hands, a basin of gruel, and the holiday allowance of two |
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ounces and a quarter of bread. At this tremendous sight, Oliver |
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began to cry very piteously: thinking, not unnaturally, that the |
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board must have determined to kill him for some useful purpose, |
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or they never would have begun to fatten him up in that way. |
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'Don't make your eyes red, Oliver, but eat your food and be |
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thankful,' said Mr. Bumble, in a tone of impressive pomposity. |
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'You're a going to be made a 'prentice of, Oliver.' |
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'A prentice, sir!' said the child, trembling. |
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'Yes, Oliver,' said Mr. Bumble. 'The kind and blessed gentleman |
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which is so many parents to you, Oliver, when you have none of |
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your own: are a going to 'prentice' you: and to set you up in |
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life, and make a man of you: although the expense to the parish |
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is three pound ten!--three pound ten, Oliver!--seventy |
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shillins--one hundred and forty sixpences!--and all for a naughty |
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orphan which nobody can't love.' |
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As Mr. Bumble paused to take breath, after delivering this |
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address in an awful voice, the tears rolled down the poor child's |
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face, and he sobbed bitterly. |
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'Come,' said Mr. Bumble, somewhat less pompously, for it was |
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gratifying to his feelings to observe the effect his eloquence |
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had produced; 'Come, Oliver! Wipe your eyes with the cuffs of |
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your jacket, and don't cry into your gruel; that's a very foolish |
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action, Oliver.' It certainly was, for there was quite enough |
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water in it already. |
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On their way to the magistrate, Mr. Bumble instructed Oliver that |
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all he would have to do, would be to look very happy, and say, |
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when the gentleman asked him if he wanted to be apprenticed, that |
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he should like it very much indeed; both of which injunctions |
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Oliver promised to obey: the rather as Mr. Bumble threw in a |
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gentle hint, that if he failed in either particular, there was no |
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telling what would be done to him. When they arrived at the |
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office, he was shut up in a little room by himself, and |
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admonished by Mr. Bumble to stay there, until he came back to |
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fetch him. |
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There the boy remained, with a palpitating heart, for half an |
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hour. At the expiration of which time Mr. Bumble thrust in his |
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head, unadorned with the cocked hat, and said aloud: |
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'Now, Oliver, my dear, come to the gentleman.' As Mr. Bumble |
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said this, he put on a grim and threatening look, and added, in a |
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low voice, 'Mind what I told you, you young rascal!' |
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Oliver stared innocently in Mr. Bumble's face at this somewhat |
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contradictory style of address; but that gentleman prevented his |
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offering any remark thereupon, by leading him at once into an |
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adjoining room: the door of which was open. It was a large room, |
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with a great window. Behind a desk, sat two old gentleman with |
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powdered heads: one of whom was reading the newspaper; while the |
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other was perusing, with the aid of a pair of tortoise-shell |
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spectacles, a small piece of parchment which lay before him. Mr. |
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Limbkins was standing in front of the desk on one side; and Mr. |
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Gamfield, with a partially washed face, on the other; while two |
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or three bluff-looking men, in top-boots, were lounging about. |
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The old gentleman with the spectacles gradually dozed off, over |
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the little bit of parchment; and there was a short pause, after |
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Oliver had been stationed by Mr. Bumble in front of the desk. |
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'This is the boy, your worship,' said Mr. Bumble. |
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The old gentleman who was reading the newspaper raised his head |
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for a moment, and pulled the other old gentleman by the sleeve; |
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whereupon, the last-mentioned old gentleman woke up. |
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'Oh, is this the boy?' said the old gentleman. |
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'This is him, sir,' replied Mr. Bumble. 'Bow to the magistrate, |
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my dear.' |
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Oliver roused himself, and made his best obeisance. He had been |
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wondering, with his eyes fixed on the magistrates' powder, |
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whether all boards were born with that white stuff on their |
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heads, and were boards from thenceforth on that account. |
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'Well,' said the old gentleman, 'I suppose he's fond of |
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chimney-sweeping?' |
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'He doats on it, your worship,' replied Bumble; giving Oliver a |
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sly pinch, to intimate that he had better not say he didn't. |
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'And he _will_ be a sweep, will he?' inquired the old gentleman. |
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'If we was to bind him to any other trade to-morrow, he'd run |
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away simultaneous, your worship,' replied Bumble. |
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'And this man that's to be his master--you, sir--you'll treat him |
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well, and feed him, and do all that sort of thing, will you?' |
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said the old gentleman. |
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'When I says I will, I means I will,' replied Mr. Gamfield |
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doggedly. |
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'You're a rough speaker, my friend, but you look an honest, |
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open-hearted man,' said the old gentleman: turning his |
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spectacles in the direction of the candidate for Oliver's |
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premium, whose villainous countenance was a regular stamped |
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receipt for cruelty. But the magistrate was half blind and half |
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childish, so he couldn't reasonably be expected to discern what |
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other people did. |
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'I hope I am, sir,' said Mr. Gamfield, with an ugly leer. |
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'I have no doubt you are, my friend,' replied the old gentleman: |
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fixing his spectacles more firmly on his nose, and looking about |
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him for the inkstand. |
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It was the critical moment of Oliver's fate. If the inkstand had |
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been where the old gentleman thought it was, he would have dipped |
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his pen into it, and signed the indentures, and Oliver would have |
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been straightway hurried off. But, as it chanced to be |
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immediately under his nose, it followed, as a matter of course, |
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that he looked all over his desk for it, without finding it; and |
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happening in the course of his search to look straight before |
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him, his gaze encountered the pale and terrified face of Oliver |
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Twist: who, despite all the admonitory looks and pinches of |
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Bumble, was regarding the repulsive countenance of his future |
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master, with a mingled expression of horror and fear, too |
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palpable to be mistaken, even by a half-blind magistrate. |
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The old gentleman stopped, laid down his pen, and looked from |
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Oliver to Mr. Limbkins; who attempted to take snuff with a |
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cheerful and unconcerned aspect. |
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'My boy!' said the old gentleman, 'you look pale and alarmed. |
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What is the matter?' |
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'Stand a little away from him, Beadle,' said the other |
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magistrate: laying aside the paper, and leaning forward with an |
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expression of interest. 'Now, boy, tell us what's the matter: |
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don't be afraid.' |
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Oliver fell on his knees, and clasping his hands together, prayed |
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that they would order him back to the dark room--that they would |
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starve him--beat him--kill him if they pleased--rather than send |
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him away with that dreadful man. |
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'Well!' said Mr. Bumble, raising his hands and eyes with most |
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impressive solemnity. 'Well! of all the artful and designing |
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orphans that ever I see, Oliver, you are one of the most |
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bare-facedest.' |
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'Hold your tongue, Beadle,' said the second old gentleman, when |
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Mr. Bumble had given vent to this compound adjective. |
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'I beg your worship's pardon,' said Mr. Bumble, incredulous of |
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having heard aright. 'Did your worship speak to me?' |
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'Yes. Hold your tongue.' |
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Mr. Bumble was stupefied with astonishment. A beadle ordered to |
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hold his tongue! A moral revolution! |
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The old gentleman in the tortoise-shell spectacles looked at his |
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companion, he nodded significantly. |
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'We refuse to sanction these indentures,' said the old gentleman: |
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tossing aside the piece of parchment as he spoke. |
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'I hope,' stammered Mr. Limbkins: 'I hope the magistrates will |
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not form the opinion that the authorities have been guilty of any |
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improper conduct, on the unsupported testimony of a child.' |
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'The magistrates are not called upon to pronounce any opinion on |
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the matter,' said the second old gentleman sharply. 'Take the |
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boy back to the workhouse, and treat him kindly. He seems to |
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want it.' |
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That same evening, the gentleman in the white waistcoat most |
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positively and decidedly affirmed, not only that Oliver would be |
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hung, but that he would be drawn and quartered into the bargain. |
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Mr. Bumble shook his head with gloomy mystery, and said he wished |
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he might come to good; whereunto Mr. Gamfield replied, that he |
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wished he might come to him; which, although he agreed with the |
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beadle in most matters, would seem to be a wish of a totally |
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opposite description. |
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The next morning, the public were once informed that Oliver Twist |
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was again To Let, and that five pounds would be paid to anybody |
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who would take possession of him. |
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