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'
You
're
a
rough
speaker
,
my
friend
,
but
you
look
an
honest
,
open-hearted
man
,
'
said
the
old
gentleman
:
turning
his
spectacles
in
the
direction
of
the
candidate
for
Oliver
's
premium
,
whose
villainous
countenance
was
a
regular
stamped
receipt
for
cruelty
.
But
the
magistrate
was
half
blind
and
half
childish
,
so
he
could
n't
reasonably
be
expected
to
discern
what
other
people
did
.
'
I
hope
I
am
,
sir
,
'
said
Mr.
Gamfield
,
with
an
ugly
leer
.
'
I
have
no
doubt
you
are
,
my
friend
,
'
replied
the
old
gentleman
:
fixing
his
spectacles
more
firmly
on
his
nose
,
and
looking
about
him
for
the
inkstand
.
It
was
the
critical
moment
of
Oliver
's
fate
.
If
the
inkstand
had
been
where
the
old
gentleman
though
it
was
,
he
would
have
dipped
his
pen
into
it
,
and
signed
the
indentures
,
and
Oliver
would
have
been
straightway
hurried
off
.
But
,
as
it
chanced
to
be
immediately
under
his
nose
,
it
followed
,
as
a
matter
of
course
,
that
he
looked
all
over
his
desk
for
it
,
without
finding
it
;
and
happening
in
the
course
of
his
search
to
look
straight
before
him
,
his
gaze
encountered
the
pale
and
terrified
face
of
Oliver
Twist
:
who
,
despite
all
the
admonitory
looks
and
pinches
of
Bumble
,
was
regarding
the
repulsive
countenance
of
his
future
master
,
with
a
mingled
expression
of
horror
and
fear
,
too
palpable
to
be
mistaken
,
even
by
a
half-blind
magistrate
.
The
old
gentleman
stopped
,
laid
down
his
pen
,
and
looked
from
Oliver
to
Mr.
Limbkins
;
who
attempted
to
take
snuff
with
a
cheerful
and
unconcerned
aspect
.
'
My
boy
!
'
said
the
old
gentleman
,
'
you
look
pale
and
alarmed
.
What
is
the
matter
?
'
'
Stand
a
little
away
from
him
,
Beadle
,
'
said
the
other
magistrate
:
laying
aside
the
paper
,
and
leaning
forward
with
an
expression
of
interest
.
'
Now
,
boy
,
tell
us
what
's
the
matter
:
do
n't
be
afraid
.
'
Oliver
fell
on
his
knees
,
and
clasping
his
hands
together
,
prayed
that
they
would
order
him
back
to
the
dark
room
--
that
they
would
starve
him
--
beat
him
--
kill
him
if
they
pleased
--
rather
than
send
him
away
with
that
dreadful
man
.
'
Well
!
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
raising
his
hands
and
eyes
with
most
impressive
solemnite
.
'
Well
!
of
all
the
artful
and
designing
orphans
that
ever
I
see
,
Oliver
,
you
are
one
of
the
most
bare-facedest
.
'
