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'
I
never
was
more
convinced
of
anything
in
my
life
,
'
said
the
gentleman
in
the
white
waistcoat
,
as
he
knocked
at
the
gate
and
read
the
bill
next
morning
:
'
I
never
was
more
convinced
of
anything
in
my
life
,
than
I
am
that
that
boy
will
come
to
be
hung
.
'
As
I
purpose
to
show
in
the
sequel
whether
the
white
waistcoated
gentleman
was
right
or
not
,
I
should
perhaps
mar
the
interest
of
this
narrative
(
supposing
it
to
possess
any
at
all
)
,
if
I
ventured
to
hint
just
yet
,
whether
the
life
of
Oliver
Twist
had
this
violent
termination
or
no
.
For
a
week
after
the
commission
of
the
impious
and
profane
offence
of
asking
for
more
,
Oliver
remained
a
close
prisoner
in
the
dark
and
solitary
room
to
which
he
had
been
consigned
by
the
wisdom
and
mercy
of
the
board
.
It
appears
,
at
first
sight
not
unreasonable
to
suppose
,
that
,
if
he
had
entertained
a
becoming
feeling
of
respect
for
the
prediction
of
the
gentleman
in
the
white
waistcoat
,
he
would
have
established
that
sage
individual
's
prophetic
character
,
once
and
for
ever
,
by
tying
one
end
of
his
pocket-handkerchief
to
a
hook
in
the
wall
,
and
attaching
himself
to
the
other
.
To
the
performance
of
this
feat
,
however
,
there
was
one
obstacle
:
namely
,
that
pocket-handkerchiefs
being
decided
articles
of
luxury
,
had
been
,
for
all
future
times
and
ages
,
removed
from
the
noses
of
paupers
by
the
express
order
of
the
board
,
in
council
assembled
:
solemnly
given
and
pronounced
under
their
hands
and
seals
.
There
was
a
still
greater
obstacle
in
Oliver
's
youth
and
childishness
.
He
only
cried
bitterly
all
day
;
and
,
when
the
long
,
dismal
night
came
on
,
spread
his
little
hands
before
his
eyes
to
shut
out
the
darkness
,
and
crouching
in
the
corner
,
tried
to
sleep
:
ever
and
anon
waking
with
a
start
and
tremble
,
and
drawing
himself
closer
and
closer
to
the
wall
,
as
if
to
feel
even
its
cold
hard
surface
were
a
protection
in
the
gloom
and
loneliness
which
surrounded
him
.
Let
it
not
be
supposed
by
the
enemies
of
'
the
system
,
'
that
,
during
the
period
of
his
solitary
incarceration
,
Oliver
was
denied
the
benefit
of
exercise
,
the
pleasure
of
society
,
or
the
advantages
of
religious
consolation
.
As
for
exercise
,
it
was
nice
cold
weather
,
and
he
was
allowed
to
perform
his
ablutions
every
morning
under
the
pump
,
in
a
stone
yard
,
in
the
presence
of
Mr.
Bumble
,
who
prevented
his
catching
cold
,
and
caused
a
tingling
sensation
to
pervade
his
frame
,
by
repeated
applications
of
the
cane
.
As
for
society
,
he
was
carried
every
other
day
into
the
hall
where
the
boys
dined
,
and
there
sociably
flogged
as
a
public
warning
and
example
.
And
so
for
from
being
denied
the
advantages
of
religious
consolation
,
he
was
kicked
into
the
same
apartment
every
evening
at
prayer-time
,
and
there
permitted
to
listen
to
,
and
console
his
mind
with
,
a
general
supplication
of
the
boys
,
containing
a
special
clause
,
therein
inserted
by
authority
of
the
board
,
in
which
they
entreated
to
be
made
good
,
virtuous
,
contented
,
and
obedient
,
and
to
be
guarded
from
the
sins
and
vices
of
Oliver
Twist
:
whom
the
supplication
distinctly
set
forth
to
be
under
the
exclusive
patronage
and
protection
of
the
powers
of
wickedness
,
and
an
article
direct
from
the
manufactory
of
the
very
Devil
himself
.
It
chanced
one
morning
,
while
Oliver
's
affairs
were
in
this
auspicious
and
confortable
state
,
that
Mr.
Gamfield
,
chimney-sweep
,
went
his
way
down
the
High
Street
,
deeply
cogitating
in
his
mind
his
ways
and
means
of
paying
certain
arrears
of
rent
,
for
which
his
landlord
had
become
rather
pressing
.
Mr.
Gamfield
's
most
sanguine
estimate
of
his
finances
could
not
raise
them
within
full
five
pounds
of
the
desired
amount
;
and
,
in
a
species
of
arithmetical
desperation
,
he
was
alternately
cudgelling
his
brains
and
his
donkey
,
when
passing
the
workhouse
,
his
eyes
encountered
the
bill
on
the
gate
.
'
Wo
--
o
!
'
said
Mr.
Gamfield
to
the
donkey
.
The
donkey
was
in
a
state
of
profound
abstraction
:
wondering
,
probably
,
whether
he
was
destined
to
be
regaled
with
a
cabbage-stalk
or
two
when
he
had
disposed
of
the
two
sacks
of
soot
with
which
the
little
cart
was
laden
;
so
,
without
noticing
the
word
of
command
,
he
jogged
onward
.
Mr.
Gamfield
growled
a
fierce
imprecation
on
the
donkey
generally
,
but
more
particularly
on
his
eyes
;
and
,
running
after
him
,
bestowed
a
blow
on
his
head
,
which
would
inevitably
have
beaten
in
any
skull
but
a
donkey
's
.
Then
,
catching
hold
of
the
bridle
,
he
gave
his
jaw
a
sharp
wrench
,
by
way
of
gentle
reminder
that
he
was
not
his
own
master
;
and
by
these
means
turned
him
round
.
He
then
gave
him
another
blow
on
the
head
,
just
to
stun
him
till
he
came
back
again
.
Having
completed
these
arrangements
,
he
walked
up
to
the
gate
,
to
read
the
bill
.
