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For
some
time
,
Mr.
Bumble
drew
Oliver
along
,
without
notice
or
remark
;
for
the
beadle
carried
his
head
very
erect
,
as
a
beadle
always
should
:
and
,
it
being
a
windy
day
,
little
Oliver
was
completely
enshrouded
by
the
skirts
of
Mr.
Bumble
's
coat
as
they
blew
open
,
and
disclosed
to
great
advantage
his
flapped
waistcoat
and
drab
plush
knee-breeches
.
As
they
drew
near
to
their
destination
,
however
,
Mr.
Bumble
thought
it
expedient
to
look
down
,
and
see
that
the
boy
was
in
good
order
for
inspection
by
his
new
master
:
which
he
accordingly
did
,
with
a
fit
and
becoming
air
of
gracious
patronage
.
'
Oliver
!
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
Yes
,
sir
,
'
replied
Oliver
,
in
a
low
,
tremulous
voice
.
'
Pull
that
cap
off
your
eyes
,
and
hold
up
your
head
,
sir
.
'
Although
Oliver
did
as
he
was
desired
,
at
once
;
and
passed
the
back
of
his
unoccupied
hand
briskly
across
his
eyes
,
he
left
a
tear
in
them
when
he
looked
up
at
his
conductor
.
As
Mr.
Bumble
gazed
sternly
upon
him
,
it
rolled
down
his
cheek
.
It
was
followed
by
another
,
and
another
.
The
child
made
a
strong
effort
,
but
it
was
an
unsuccessful
one
.
Withdrawing
his
other
hand
from
Mr.
Bumble
's
he
covered
his
face
with
both
;
and
wept
until
the
tears
sprung
out
from
between
his
chin
and
bony
fingers
.
'
Well
!
'
exclaimed
Mr.
Bumble
,
stopping
short
,
and
darting
at
his
little
charge
a
look
of
intense
malignity
.
'
Well
!
Of
ALL
the
ungratefullest
,
and
worst-disposed
boys
as
ever
I
see
,
Oliver
,
you
are
the
--
'
'
No
,
no
,
sir
,
'
sobbed
Oliver
,
clinging
to
the
hand
which
held
the
well-known
cane
;
'
no
,
no
,
sir
;
I
will
be
good
indeed
;
indeed
,
indeed
I
will
,
sir
!
I
am
a
very
little
boy
,
sir
;
and
it
is
so
--
so
--
'
'
So
what
?
'
inquired
Mr.
Bumble
in
amazement
.
'
So
lonely
,
sir
!
So
very
lonely
!
'
cried
the
child
.
'
Everybody
hates
me
.
Oh
!
sir
,
do
n't
,
do
n't
pray
be
cross
to
me
!
'
The
child
beat
his
hand
upon
his
heart
;
and
looked
in
his
companion
's
face
,
with
tears
of
real
agony
.
Mr.
Bumble
regarded
Oliver
's
piteous
and
helpless
look
,
with
some
astonishment
,
for
a
few
seconds
;
hemmed
three
or
four
times
in
a
husky
manner
;
and
after
muttering
something
about
'
that
troublesome
cough
,
'
bade
Oliver
dry
his
eyes
and
be
a
good
boy
.
Then
once
more
taking
his
hand
,
he
walked
on
with
him
in
silence
.
