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For
the
next
eight
or
ten
months
,
Oliver
was
the
victim
of
a
systematic
course
of
treachery
and
deception
.
He
was
brought
up
by
hand
.
The
hungry
and
destitute
situation
of
the
infant
orphan
was
duly
reported
by
the
workhouse
authorities
to
the
parish
authorities
.
The
parish
authorities
inquired
with
dignity
of
the
workhouse
authorities
,
whether
there
was
no
female
then
domiciled
in
'
the
house
'
who
was
in
a
situation
to
impart
to
Oliver
Twist
,
the
consolation
and
nourishment
of
which
he
stood
in
need
.
The
workhouse
authorities
replied
with
humility
,
that
there
was
not
.
Upon
this
,
the
parish
authorities
magnanimously
and
humanely
resolved
,
that
Oliver
should
be
'
farmed
,
'
or
,
in
other
words
,
that
he
should
be
dispatched
to
a
branch-workhouse
some
three
miles
off
,
where
twenty
or
thirty
other
juvenile
offenders
against
the
poor-laws
,
rolled
about
the
floor
all
day
,
without
the
inconvenience
of
too
much
food
or
too
much
clothing
,
under
the
parental
superintendence
of
an
elderly
female
,
who
received
the
culprits
at
and
for
the
consideration
of
sevenpence-halfpenny
per
small
head
per
week
.
Sevenpence-halfpenny
's
worth
per
week
is
a
good
round
diet
for
a
child
;
a
great
deal
may
be
got
for
sevenpence-halfpenny
,
quite
enough
to
overload
its
stomach
,
and
make
it
uncomfortable
.
The
elderly
female
was
a
woman
of
wisdom
and
experience
;
she
knew
what
was
good
for
children
;
and
she
had
a
very
accurate
perception
of
what
was
good
for
herself
.
So
,
she
appropriated
the
greater
part
of
the
weekly
stipend
to
her
own
use
,
and
consigned
the
rising
parochial
generation
to
even
a
shorter
allowance
than
was
originally
provided
for
them
.
Thereby
finding
in
the
lowest
depth
a
deeper
still
;
and
proving
herself
a
very
great
experimental
philosopher
.
Everybody
knows
the
story
of
another
experimental
philosopher
who
had
a
great
theory
about
a
horse
being
able
to
live
without
eating
,
and
who
demonstrated
it
so
well
,
that
he
had
got
his
own
horse
down
to
a
straw
a
day
,
and
would
unquestionably
have
rendered
him
a
very
spirited
and
rampacious
animal
on
nothing
at
all
,
if
he
had
not
died
,
four-and-twenty
hours
before
he
was
to
have
had
his
first
comfortable
bait
of
air
.
Unfortunately
for
,
the
experimenal
philosophy
of
the
female
to
whose
protecting
care
Oliver
Twist
was
delivered
over
,
a
similar
result
usually
attended
the
operation
of
HER
system
;
for
at
the
very
moment
when
the
child
had
contrived
to
exist
upon
the
smallest
possible
portion
of
the
weakest
possible
food
,
it
did
perversely
happen
in
eight
and
a
half
cases
out
of
ten
,
either
that
it
sickened
from
want
and
cold
,
or
fell
into
the
fire
from
neglect
,
or
got
half-smothered
by
accident
;
in
any
one
of
which
cases
,
the
miserable
little
being
was
usually
summoned
into
another
world
,
and
there
gathered
to
the
fathers
it
had
never
known
in
this
.
Occasionally
,
when
there
was
some
more
than
usually
interesting
inquest
upon
a
parish
child
who
had
been
overlooked
in
turning
up
a
bedstead
,
or
inadvertently
scalded
to
death
when
there
happened
to
be
a
washing
--
though
the
latter
accident
was
very
scarce
,
anything
approaching
to
a
washing
being
of
rare
occurance
in
the
farm
--
the
jury
would
take
it
into
their
heads
to
ask
troublesome
questions
,
or
the
parishioners
would
rebelliously
affix
their
signatures
to
a
remonstrance
.
But
these
impertinences
were
speedily
checked
by
the
evidence
of
the
surgeon
,
and
the
testimony
of
the
beadle
;
the
former
of
whom
had
always
opened
the
body
and
found
nothing
inside
(
which
was
very
probable
indeed
)
,
and
the
latter
of
whom
invariably
swore
whatever
the
parish
wanted
;
which
was
very
self-devotional
.
Besides
,
the
board
made
periodical
pilgrimages
to
the
farm
,
and
always
sent
the
beadle
the
day
before
,
to
say
they
were
going
.
The
children
were
neat
and
clean
to
behold
,
when
THEY
went
;
and
what
more
would
the
people
have
!
It
can
not
be
expected
that
this
system
of
farming
would
produce
any
very
extraordinary
or
luxuriant
crop
.
Oliver
Twist
's
ninth
birthday
found
him
a
pale
thin
child
,
somewhat
diminutive
in
stature
,
and
decidely
small
in
circumference
.
But
nature
or
inheritance
had
implanted
a
good
sturdy
spirit
in
Oliver
's
breast
.
It
had
had
plenty
of
room
to
expand
,
thanks
to
the
spare
diet
of
the
establishment
;
and
perhaps
to
this
circumstance
may
be
attributed
his
having
any
ninth
birth-day
at
all
.
Be
this
as
it
may
,
however
,
it
was
his
ninth
birthday
;
and
he
was
keeping
it
in
the
coal-cellar
with
a
select
party
of
two
other
young
gentleman
,
who
,
after
participating
with
him
in
a
sound
thrashing
,
had
been
locked
up
for
atrociously
presuming
to
be
hungry
,
when
Mrs.
Mann
,
the
good
lady
of
the
house
,
was
unexpectedly
startled
by
the
apparition
of
Mr.
Bumble
,
the
beadle
,
striving
to
undo
the
wicket
of
the
garden-gate
.
'
Goodness
gracious
!
Is
that
you
,
Mr.
Bumble
,
sir
?
'
said
Mrs.
Mann
,
thrusting
her
head
out
of
the
window
in
well-affected
ecstasies
of
joy
.
'
(
Susan
,
take
Oliver
and
them
two
brats
upstairs
,
and
wash
'em
directly
.
)
--
My
heart
alive
!
Mr.
Bumble
,
how
glad
I
am
to
see
you
,
sure-ly
!
'
Now
,
Mr.
Bumble
was
a
fat
man
,
and
a
choleric
;
so
,
instead
of
responding
to
this
open-hearted
salutation
in
a
kindred
spirit
,
he
gave
the
little
wicket
a
tremendous
shake
,
and
then
bestowed
upon
it
a
kick
which
could
have
emanated
from
no
leg
but
a
beadle
's
.
'
Lor
,
only
think
,
'
said
Mrs.
Mann
,
running
out
--
for
the
three
boys
had
been
removed
by
this
time
--
'
only
think
of
that
!
That
I
should
have
forgotten
that
the
gate
was
bolted
on
the
inside
,
on
account
of
them
dear
children
!
Walk
in
sir
;
walk
in
,
pray
,
Mr.
Bumble
,
do
,
sir
.
'
Although
this
invitation
was
accompanied
with
a
curtsey
that
might
have
softened
the
heart
of
a
church-warden
,
it
by
no
means
mollified
the
beadle
.
'
Do
you
think
this
respectful
or
proper
conduct
,
Mrs.
Mann
,
'
inquired
Mr.
Bumble
,
grasping
his
cane
,
'
to
keep
the
parish
officers
a
waiting
at
your
garden-gate
,
when
they
come
here
upon
porochial
business
with
the
porochial
orphans
?
Are
you
aware
,
Mrs.
Mann
,
that
you
are
,
as
I
may
say
,
a
porochial
delegate
,
and
a
stipendiary
?
'
