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The
old
gentleman
who
was
reading
the
newspaper
raised
his
head
for
a
moment
,
and
pulled
the
other
old
gentleman
by
the
sleeve
;
whereupon
,
the
last-mentioned
old
gentleman
woke
up
.
'
Oh
,
is
this
the
boy
?
'
said
the
old
gentleman
.
'
This
is
him
,
sir
,
'
replied
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
Bow
to
the
magistrate
,
my
dear
.
'
Oliver
roused
himself
,
and
made
his
best
obeisance
.
He
had
been
wondering
,
with
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
magistrates
'
powder
,
whether
all
boards
were
born
with
that
white
stuff
on
their
heads
,
and
were
boards
from
thenceforth
on
that
account
.
'
Well
,
'
said
the
old
gentleman
,
'
I
suppose
he
's
fond
of
chimney-sweeping
?
'
'
He
doats
on
it
,
your
worship
,
'
replied
Bumble
;
giving
Oliver
a
sly
pinch
,
to
intimate
that
he
had
better
not
say
he
did
n't
.
'
And
he
WILL
be
a
sweep
,
will
he
?
'
inquired
the
old
gentleman
.
'
If
we
was
to
bind
him
to
any
other
trade
to-morrow
,
he
'd
run
away
simultaneous
,
your
worship
,
'
replied
Bumble
.
'
And
this
man
that
's
to
be
his
master
--
you
,
sir
--
you
'll
treat
him
well
,
and
feed
him
,
and
do
all
that
sort
of
thing
,
will
you
?
'
said
the
old
gentleman
.
'
When
I
says
I
will
,
I
means
I
will
,
'
replied
Mr.
Gamfield
doggedly
.
