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'
Yes
,
Oliver
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
The
kind
and
blessed
gentleman
which
is
so
amny
parents
to
you
,
Oliver
,
when
you
have
none
of
your
own
:
are
a
going
to
'
prentice
you
:
and
to
set
you
up
in
life
,
and
make
a
man
of
you
:
although
the
expense
to
the
parish
is
three
pound
ten
!
--
three
pound
ten
,
Oliver
!
--
seventy
shillins
--
one
hundred
and
forty
sixpences
!
--
and
all
for
a
naughty
orphan
which
noboday
ca
n't
love
.
'
As
Mr.
Bumble
paused
to
take
breath
,
after
delivering
this
address
in
an
awful
voice
,
the
tears
rolled
down
the
poor
child
's
face
,
and
he
sobbed
bitterly
.
'
Come
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
somewhat
less
pompously
,
for
it
was
gratifying
to
his
feelings
to
observe
the
effect
his
eloquence
had
produced
;
'
Come
,
Oliver
!
Wipe
your
eyes
with
the
cuffs
of
your
jacket
,
and
do
n't
cry
into
your
gruel
;
that
's
a
very
foolish
action
,
Oliver
.
'
It
certainly
was
,
for
there
was
quite
enough
water
in
it
already
.
On
their
way
to
the
magistrate
,
Mr.
Bumble
instructed
Oliver
that
all
he
would
have
to
do
,
would
be
to
look
very
happy
,
and
say
,
when
the
gentleman
asked
him
if
he
wanted
to
be
apprenticed
,
that
he
should
like
it
very
much
indeed
;
both
of
which
injunctions
Oliver
promised
to
obey
:
the
rather
as
Mr.
Bumble
threw
in
a
gentle
hint
,
that
if
he
failed
in
either
particular
,
there
was
no
telling
what
would
be
done
to
him
.
When
they
arrived
at
the
office
,
he
was
shut
up
in
a
little
room
by
himself
,
and
admonished
by
Mr.
Bumble
to
stay
there
,
until
he
came
back
to
fetch
him
.
There
the
boy
remained
,
with
a
palpitating
heart
,
for
half
an
hour
.
At
the
expiration
of
which
time
Mr.
Bumble
thrust
in
his
head
,
unadorned
with
the
cocked
hat
,
and
said
aloud
:
'
Now
,
Oliver
,
my
dear
,
come
to
the
gentleman
.
'
As
Mr.
Bumble
said
this
,
he
put
on
a
grim
and
threatening
look
,
and
added
,
in
a
low
voice
,
'
Mind
what
I
told
you
,
you
young
rascal
!
'
Oliver
stared
innocently
in
Mr.
Bumble
's
face
at
this
somewhat
contradictory
style
of
address
;
but
that
gentleman
prevented
his
offering
any
remark
thereupon
,
by
leading
him
at
once
into
an
adjoining
room
:
the
door
of
which
was
open
.
It
was
a
large
room
,
with
a
great
window
.
Behind
a
desk
,
sat
two
old
gentleman
with
powdered
heads
:
one
of
whom
was
reading
the
newspaper
;
while
the
other
was
perusing
,
with
the
aid
of
a
pair
of
tortoise-shell
spectacles
,
a
small
piece
of
parchment
which
lay
before
him
.
Mr.
Limbkins
was
standing
in
front
of
the
desk
on
one
side
;
and
Mr.
Gamfield
,
with
a
partially
washed
face
,
on
the
other
;
while
two
or
three
bluff-looking
men
,
in
top-boots
,
were
lounging
about
.
The
old
gentleman
with
the
spectacles
gradually
dozed
off
,
over
the
little
bit
of
parchment
;
and
there
was
a
short
pause
,
after
Oliver
had
been
stationed
by
Mr.
Bumble
in
front
of
the
desk
.
'
This
is
the
boy
,
your
worship
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
.
