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'
Of
course
,
of
course
,
'
replied
the
undertaker
;
'
and
if
I
do
n't
get
a
profit
upon
this
or
that
particular
article
,
why
,
I
make
it
up
in
the
long-run
,
you
see
--
he
!
he
!
he
!
'
'
Just
so
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
Though
I
must
say
,
'
continued
the
undertaker
,
resuming
the
current
of
observations
which
the
beadle
had
interrupted
:
'
though
I
must
say
,
Mr.
Bumble
,
that
I
have
to
contend
against
one
very
great
disadvantage
:
which
is
,
that
all
the
stout
people
go
off
the
quickest
.
The
people
who
have
been
better
off
,
and
have
paid
rates
for
many
years
,
are
the
first
to
sink
when
they
come
into
the
house
;
and
let
me
tell
you
,
Mr.
Bumble
,
that
three
or
four
inches
over
one
's
calculation
makes
a
great
hole
in
one
's
profits
:
especially
when
one
has
a
family
to
provide
for
,
sir
.
'
As
Mr.
Sowerberry
said
this
,
with
the
becoming
indignation
of
an
ill-used
man
;
and
as
Mr.
Bumble
felt
that
it
rather
tended
to
convey
a
reflection
on
the
honour
of
the
parish
;
the
latter
gentleman
thought
it
advisable
to
change
the
subject
.
Oliver
Twist
being
uppermost
in
his
mind
,
he
made
him
his
theme
.
'
By
the
bye
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
'
you
do
n't
know
anybody
who
wants
a
boy
,
do
you
?
A
porochial
'
prentis
,
who
is
at
present
a
dead-weight
;
a
millstone
,
as
I
may
say
,
round
the
porochial
throat
?
Liberal
terms
,
Mr.
Sowerberry
,
liberal
terms
?
'
As
Mr.
Bumble
spoke
,
he
raised
his
cane
to
the
bill
above
him
,
and
gave
three
distinct
raps
upon
the
words
'
five
pounds
'
:
which
were
printed
thereon
in
Roman
capitals
of
gigantic
size
.
'
Gadso
!
'
said
the
undertaker
:
taking
Mr.
Bumble
by
the
gilt-edged
lappel
of
his
official
coat
;
'
that
's
just
the
very
thing
I
wanted
to
speak
to
you
about
.
You
know
--
dear
me
,
what
a
very
elegant
button
this
is
,
Mr.
Bumble
!
I
never
noticed
it
before
.
'
'
Yes
,
I
think
it
rather
pretty
,
'
said
the
beadle
,
glancing
proudly
downwards
at
the
large
brass
buttons
which
embellished
his
coat
.
'
The
die
is
the
same
as
the
porochial
seal
--
the
Good
Samaritan
healing
the
sick
and
bruised
man
.
The
board
presented
it
to
me
on
Newyear
's
morning
,
Mr.
Sowerberry
.
I
put
it
on
,
I
remember
,
for
the
first
time
,
to
attend
the
inquest
on
that
reduced
tradesman
,
who
died
in
a
doorway
at
midnight
.
'
'
I
recollect
,
'
said
the
undertaker
.
'
The
jury
brought
it
in
,
"
Died
from
exposure
to
the
cold
,
and
want
of
the
common
necessaries
of
life
,
"
did
n't
they
?
'
Mr.
Bumble
nodded
.
