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'
Good
by
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
stoutly
.
'
Have
you
given
him
any
nourishment
,
Bedwin
?
Any
slops
,
eh
?
'
'
He
has
just
had
a
basin
of
beautiful
strong
broth
,
sir
,
'
replied
Mrs.
Bedwin
:
drawing
herself
up
slightly
,
and
laying
strong
emphasis
on
the
last
word
:
to
intimate
that
between
slops
,
and
broth
will
compounded
,
there
existed
no
affinity
or
connection
whatsoever
.
'
Ugh
!
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
with
a
slight
shudder
;
'
a
couple
of
glasses
of
port
wine
would
have
done
him
a
great
deal
more
good
.
Would
n't
they
,
Tom
White
,
eh
?
'
'
My
name
is
Oliver
,
sir
,
'
replied
the
little
invalid
:
with
a
look
of
great
astonishment
.
'
Oliver
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
;
'
Oliver
what
?
Oliver
White
,
eh
?
'
'
No
,
sir
,
Twist
,
Oliver
Twist
.
'
'
Queer
name
!
'
said
the
old
gentleman
.
'
What
made
you
tell
the
magistrate
your
name
was
White
?
'
'
I
never
told
him
so
,
sir
,
'
returned
Oliver
in
amazement
.
This
sounded
so
like
a
falsehood
,
that
the
old
gentleman
looked
somewhat
sternly
in
Oliver
's
face
.
It
was
impossible
to
doubt
him
;
there
was
truth
in
every
one
of
its
thin
and
sharpened
lineaments
.
