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And
then
followed
a
full
description
of
Oliver
's
dress
,
person
,
appearance
,
and
disappearance
:
with
the
name
and
address
of
Mr.
Brownlow
at
full
length
.
Mr.
Bumble
opened
his
eyes
;
read
the
advertisement
,
slowly
and
carefully
,
three
several
times
;
and
in
something
more
than
five
minutes
was
on
his
way
to
Pentonville
:
having
actually
,
in
his
excitement
,
left
the
glass
of
hot
gin-and-water
,
untasted
.
'
Is
Mr.
Brownlow
at
home
?
'
inquired
Mr.
Bumble
of
the
girl
who
opened
the
door
.
To
this
inquiry
the
girl
returned
the
not
uncommon
,
but
rather
evasive
reply
of
'
I
do
n't
know
;
where
do
you
come
from
?
'
Mr.
Bumble
no
sooner
uttered
Oliver
's
name
,
in
explanation
of
his
errand
,
than
Mrs.
Bedwin
,
who
had
been
listening
at
the
parlour
door
,
hastened
into
the
passage
in
a
breathless
state
.
'
Come
in
,
come
in
,
'
said
the
old
lady
:
'
I
knew
we
should
hear
of
him
.
Poor
dear
!
I
knew
we
should
!
I
was
certain
of
it
.
Bless
his
heart
!
I
said
so
all
along
.
'
Having
heard
this
,
the
worthy
old
lady
hurried
back
into
the
parlour
again
;
and
seating
herself
on
a
sofa
,
burst
into
tears
.
The
girl
,
who
was
not
quite
so
susceptible
,
had
run
upstairs
meanwhile
;
and
now
returned
with
a
request
that
Mr.
Bumble
would
follow
her
immediately
:
which
he
did
.
He
was
shown
into
the
little
back
study
,
where
sat
Mr.
Brownlow
and
his
friend
Mr.
Grimwig
,
with
decanters
and
glasses
before
them
.
The
latter
gentleman
at
once
burst
into
the
exclamation
:
'
A
beadle
.
A
parish
beadle
,
or
I
'll
eat
my
head
.
'
'
Pray
do
n't
interrupt
just
now
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
.
'
Take
a
seat
,
will
you
?
'
