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'
Here
,
Charlotte
,
'
said
Mr.
Sowerberry
,
who
had
followed
Oliver
down
,
'
give
this
boy
some
of
the
cold
bits
that
were
put
by
for
Trip
.
He
has
n't
come
home
since
the
morning
,
so
he
may
go
without
'em
.
I
dare
say
the
boy
is
n't
too
dainty
to
eat
'em
--
are
you
,
boy
?
'
Oliver
,
whose
eyes
had
glistened
at
the
mention
of
meat
,
and
who
was
trembling
with
eagerness
to
devour
it
,
replied
in
the
negative
;
and
a
plateful
of
coarse
broken
victuals
was
set
before
him
.
I
wish
some
well-fed
philosopher
,
whose
meat
and
drink
turn
to
gall
within
him
;
whose
blood
is
ice
,
whose
heart
is
iron
;
could
have
seen
Oliver
Twist
clutching
at
the
dainty
viands
that
the
dog
had
neglected
.
I
wish
he
could
have
witnessed
the
horrible
avidity
with
which
Oliver
tore
the
bits
asunder
with
all
the
ferocity
of
famine
.
There
is
only
one
thing
I
should
like
better
;
and
that
would
be
to
see
the
Philosopher
making
the
same
sort
of
meal
himself
,
with
the
same
relish
.
'
Well
,
'
said
the
undertaker
's
wife
,
when
Oliver
had
finished
his
supper
:
which
she
had
regarded
in
silent
horror
,
and
with
fearful
auguries
of
his
future
appetite
:
'
have
you
done
?
'
There
being
nothing
eatable
within
his
reach
,
Oliver
replied
in
the
affirmative
.
'
Then
come
with
me
,
'
said
Mrs.
Sowerberry
:
taking
up
a
dim
and
dirty
lamp
,
and
leading
the
way
upstairs
;
'
your
bed
's
under
the
counter
.
You
do
n't
mind
sleeping
among
the
coffins
,
I
suppose
?
But
it
does
n't
much
matter
whether
you
do
or
do
n't
,
for
you
ca
n't
sleep
anywhere
else
.
Come
;
do
n't
keep
me
here
all
night
!
'
Oliver
lingered
no
longer
,
but
meekly
followed
his
new
mistress
.
Oiver
,
being
left
to
himself
in
the
undertaker
's
shop
,
set
the
lamp
down
on
a
workman
's
bench
,
and
gazed
timidly
about
him
with
a
feeling
of
awe
and
dread
,
which
many
people
a
good
deal
older
than
he
will
be
at
no
loss
to
understand
.
An
unfinished
coffin
on
black
tressels
,
which
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
shop
,
looked
so
gloomy
and
death-like
that
a
cold
tremble
came
over
him
,
every
time
his
eyes
wandered
in
the
direction
of
the
dismal
object
:
from
which
he
almost
expected
to
see
some
frightful
form
slowly
rear
its
head
,
to
drive
him
mad
with
terror
.
Against
the
wall
were
ranged
,
in
regular
array
,
a
long
row
of
elm
boards
cut
in
the
same
shape
:
looking
in
the
dim
light
,
like
high-shouldered
ghosts
with
their
hands
in
their
breeches
pockets
.
Coffin-plates
,
elm-chips
,
bright-headed
nails
,
and
shreds
of
black
cloth
,
lay
scattered
on
the
floor
;
and
the
wall
behind
the
counter
was
ornamented
with
a
lively
representation
of
two
mutes
in
very
stiff
neckcloths
,
on
duty
at
a
large
private
door
,
with
a
hearse
drawn
by
four
black
steeds
,
approaching
in
the
distance
.
The
shop
was
close
and
hot
.
The
atmosphere
seemed
tainted
with
the
smell
of
coffins
.
The
recess
beneath
the
counter
in
which
his
flock
mattress
was
thrust
,
looked
like
a
grave
.
Nor
were
these
the
only
dismal
feelings
which
depressed
Oliver
.
He
was
alone
in
a
strange
place
;
and
we
all
know
how
chilled
and
desolate
the
best
of
us
will
sometimes
feel
in
such
a
situation
.
The
boy
had
no
friends
to
care
for
,
or
to
care
for
him
.
The
regret
of
no
recent
separation
was
fresh
in
his
mind
;
the
absence
of
no
loved
and
well-remembered
face
sank
heavily
into
his
heart
.
