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The
next
day
,
(
the
family
having
been
meanwhile
relieved
with
a
half-quartern
loaf
and
a
piece
of
cheese
,
left
with
them
by
Mr.
Bumble
himself
,
)
Oliver
and
his
master
returned
to
the
miserable
abode
;
where
Mr.
Bumble
had
already
arrived
,
accompanied
by
four
men
from
the
workhouse
,
who
were
to
act
as
bearers
.
An
old
black
cloak
had
been
thrown
over
the
rags
of
the
old
woman
and
the
man
;
and
the
bare
coffin
having
been
screwed
down
,
was
hoisted
on
the
shoulders
of
the
bearers
,
and
carried
into
the
street
.
'
Now
,
you
must
put
your
best
leg
foremost
,
old
lady
!
'
whispered
Sowerberry
in
the
old
woman
's
ear
;
'
we
are
rather
late
;
and
it
wo
n't
do
,
to
keep
the
clergyman
waiting
.
Move
on
,
my
men
--
as
quick
as
you
like
!
'
Thus
directed
,
the
bearers
trotted
on
under
their
light
burden
;
and
the
two
mourners
kept
as
near
them
,
as
they
could
.
Mr.
Bumble
and
Sowerberry
walked
at
a
good
smart
pace
in
front
;
and
Oliver
,
whose
legs
were
not
so
long
as
his
master
's
,
ran
by
the
side
.
There
was
not
so
great
a
necessity
for
hurrying
as
Mr.
Sowerberry
had
anticipated
,
however
;
for
when
they
reached
the
obscure
corner
of
the
churchyard
in
which
the
nettles
grew
,
and
where
the
parish
graves
were
made
,
the
clergyman
had
not
arrived
;
and
the
clerk
,
who
was
sitting
by
the
vestry-room
fire
,
seemed
to
think
it
by
no
means
improbable
that
it
might
be
an
hour
or
so
,
before
he
came
.
So
,
they
put
the
bier
on
the
brink
of
the
grave
;
and
the
two
mourners
waited
patiently
in
the
damp
clay
,
with
a
cold
rain
drizzling
down
,
while
the
ragged
boys
whom
the
spectacle
had
attracted
into
the
churchyard
played
a
noisy
game
at
hide-and-seek
among
the
tombstones
,
or
varied
their
amusements
by
jumping
backwards
and
forwards
over
the
coffin
.
Mr.
Sowerberry
and
Bumble
,
being
personal
friends
of
the
clerk
,
sat
by
the
fire
with
him
,
and
read
the
paper
.
At
length
,
after
a
lapse
of
something
more
than
an
hour
,
Mr.
Bumble
,
and
Sowerberry
,
and
the
clerk
,
were
seen
running
towards
the
grave
.
Immediately
afterwards
,
the
clergyman
appeared
:
putting
on
his
surplice
as
he
came
along
.
Mr.
Bumble
then
thrashed
a
boy
or
two
,
to
keep
up
appearances
;
and
the
reverend
gentleman
,
having
read
as
much
of
the
burial
service
as
could
be
compressed
into
four
minutes
,
gave
his
surplice
to
the
clerk
,
and
walked
away
again
.
'
Now
,
Bill
!
'
said
Sowerberry
to
the
grave-digger
.
'
Fill
up
!
'
It
was
no
very
difficult
task
,
for
the
grave
was
so
full
,
that
the
uppermost
coffin
was
within
a
few
feet
of
the
surface
.
The
grave-digger
shovelled
in
the
earth
;
stamped
it
loosely
down
with
his
feet
:
shouldered
his
spade
;
and
walked
off
,
followed
by
the
boys
,
who
murmured
very
loud
complaints
at
the
fun
being
over
so
soon
.
'
Come
,
my
good
fellow
!
'
said
Bumble
,
tapping
the
man
on
the
back
.
'
They
want
to
shut
up
the
yard
.
'
The
man
who
had
never
once
moved
,
since
he
had
taken
his
station
by
the
grave
side
,
started
,
raised
his
head
,
stared
at
the
person
who
had
addressed
him
,
walked
forward
for
a
few
paces
;
and
fell
down
in
a
swoon
.
The
crazy
old
woman
was
too
much
occupied
in
bewailing
the
loss
of
her
cloak
(
which
the
undertaker
had
taken
off
)
,
to
pay
him
any
attention
;
so
they
threw
a
can
of
cold
water
over
him
;
and
when
he
came
to
,
saw
him
safely
out
of
the
churchyard
,
locked
the
gate
,
and
departed
on
their
different
ways
.
