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'
Come
!
'
said
Gamfield
;
'
say
four
pound
,
gen
'
l'men
.
Say
four
pound
,
and
you
've
got
rid
of
him
for
good
and
all
.
There
!
'
'
Three
pound
ten
,
'
repeated
Mr.
Limbkins
,
firmly
.
'
Come
!
I
'll
split
the
diff
'
erence
,
gen
'
l'men
,
urged
Gamfield
.
'
Three
pound
fifteen
.
'
'
Not
a
farthing
more
,
'
was
the
firm
reply
of
Mr.
Limbkins
.
'
You
're
desperate
hard
upon
me
,
gen
'
l'men
,
said
Gamfield
,
wavering
.
'
Pooh
!
pooh
!
nonsense
!
'
said
the
gentleman
in
the
white
waistcoat
.
'
He
'd
be
cheap
with
nothing
at
all
,
as
a
premium
.
Take
him
,
you
silly
fellow
!
He
's
just
the
boy
for
you
.
He
wants
the
stick
,
now
and
then
:
it
'll
do
him
good
;
and
his
board
need
n't
come
very
expensive
,
for
he
has
n't
been
overfed
since
he
was
born
.
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
'
Mr.
Gamfield
gave
an
arch
look
at
the
faces
round
the
table
,
and
,
observing
a
smile
on
all
of
them
,
gradually
broke
into
a
smile
himself
.
The
bargain
was
made
.
Mr.
Bumble
,
was
at
once
instructed
that
Oliver
Twist
and
his
indentures
were
to
be
conveyed
before
the
magistrate
,
for
signature
and
approval
,
that
very
afternoon
.
In
pursuance
of
this
determination
,
little
Oliver
,
to
his
excessive
astonishment
,
was
released
from
bondage
,
and
ordered
to
put
himself
into
a
clean
shirt
.
He
had
hardly
achieved
this
very
unusual
gymnastic
performance
,
when
Mr.
Bumble
brought
him
,
with
his
own
hands
,
a
basin
of
gruel
,
and
the
holiday
allowance
of
two
ounces
and
a
quarter
of
bread
.
At
this
tremendous
sight
,
Oliver
began
to
cry
very
piteously
:
thinking
,
not
unaturally
,
that
the
board
must
have
determined
to
kill
him
for
some
useful
purpose
,
or
they
never
would
have
begun
to
fatten
him
up
in
that
way
.
'
Do
n't
make
your
eyes
red
,
Oliver
,
but
eat
your
food
and
be
thankful
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
in
a
tone
of
impressive
pomposity
.
'
You
're
a
going
to
be
made
a
'
prentice
of
,
Oliver
.
'
'
A
prentice
,
sir
!
'
said
the
child
,
trembling
.
