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Poor
Oliver
!
He
little
thought
,
as
he
lay
sleeping
in
happy
unconsciousness
of
all
around
him
,
that
the
board
had
that
very
day
arrived
at
a
decision
which
would
exercise
the
most
material
influence
over
all
his
future
fortunes
.
But
they
had
.
And
this
was
it
:
The
members
of
this
board
were
very
sage
,
deep
,
philosophical
men
;
and
when
they
came
to
turn
their
attention
to
the
workhouse
,
they
found
out
at
once
,
what
ordinary
folks
would
nver
have
discovered
--
the
poor
people
liked
it
!
It
was
a
regular
place
of
public
entertainment
for
the
poorer
classes
;
a
tavern
where
there
was
nothing
to
pay
;
a
public
breakfast
,
dinner
,
tea
,
and
supper
all
the
year
round
;
a
brick
and
mortar
elysium
,
where
it
was
all
play
and
no
work
.
'
Oho
!
'
said
the
board
,
looking
very
knowing
;
'
we
are
the
fellows
to
set
this
to
rights
;
we
'll
stop
it
all
,
in
no
time
.
'
So
,
they
established
the
rule
,
that
all
poor
people
should
have
the
alternative
(
for
they
would
compel
nobody
,
not
they
)
,
of
being
starved
by
a
gradual
process
in
the
house
,
or
by
a
quick
one
out
of
it
.
With
this
view
,
they
contracted
with
the
water-works
to
lay
on
an
unlimited
supply
of
water
;
and
with
a
corn-factor
to
supply
periodically
small
quantities
of
oatmeal
;
and
issued
three
meals
of
thin
gruel
a
day
,
with
an
onion
twice
a
week
,
and
half
a
roll
of
Sundays
.
They
made
a
great
many
other
wise
and
humane
regulations
,
having
reference
to
the
ladies
,
which
it
is
not
necessary
to
repeat
;
kindly
undertook
to
divorce
poor
married
people
,
in
consequence
of
the
great
expense
of
a
suit
in
Doctors
'
Commons
;
and
,
instead
of
compelling
a
man
to
support
his
family
,
as
they
had
theretofore
done
,
took
his
family
away
from
him
,
and
made
him
a
bachelor
!
There
is
no
saying
how
many
applicants
for
relief
,
under
these
last
two
heads
,
might
have
started
up
in
all
classes
of
society
,
if
it
had
not
been
coupled
with
the
workhouse
;
but
the
board
were
long-headed
men
,
and
had
provided
for
this
difficulty
.
The
relief
was
inseparable
from
the
workhouse
and
the
gruel
;
and
that
frightened
people
.
For
the
first
six
months
after
Oliver
Twist
was
removed
,
the
system
was
in
full
operation
.
It
was
rather
expensive
at
first
,
in
consequence
of
the
increase
in
the
undertaker
's
bill
,
and
the
necessity
of
taking
in
the
clothes
of
all
the
paupers
,
which
fluttered
loosely
on
their
wasted
,
shrunken
forms
,
after
a
week
or
two
's
gruel
.
But
the
number
of
workhouse
inmates
got
thin
as
well
as
the
paupers
;
and
the
board
were
in
ecstasies
.
The
room
in
which
the
boys
were
fed
,
was
a
large
stone
hall
,
with
a
copper
at
one
end
:
out
of
which
the
master
,
dressed
in
an
apron
for
the
purpose
,
and
assisted
by
one
or
two
women
,
ladled
the
gruel
at
mealtimes
.
Of
this
festive
composition
each
boy
had
one
porringer
,
and
no
more
--
except
on
occasions
of
great
public
rejoicing
,
when
he
had
two
ounces
and
a
quarter
of
bread
besides
.
The
bowls
never
wanted
washing
.
The
boys
polished
them
with
their
spoons
till
they
shone
again
;
and
when
they
had
performed
this
operation
(
which
never
took
very
long
,
the
spoons
being
nearly
as
large
as
the
bowls
)
,
they
would
sit
staring
at
the
copper
,
with
such
eager
eyes
,
as
if
they
could
have
devoured
the
very
bricks
of
which
it
was
composed
;
employing
themselves
,
meanwhile
,
in
sucking
their
fingers
most
assiduously
,
with
the
view
of
catching
up
any
stray
splashes
of
gruel
that
might
have
been
cast
thereon
.
Boys
have
generally
excellent
appetites
.
Oliver
Twist
and
his
companions
suffered
the
tortures
of
slow
starvation
for
three
months
:
at
last
they
got
so
voracious
and
wild
with
hunger
,
that
one
boy
,
who
was
tall
for
his
age
,
and
had
n't
been
used
to
that
sort
of
thing
(
for
his
father
had
kept
a
small
cook-shop
)
,
hinted
darkly
to
his
companions
,
that
unless
he
had
another
basin
of
gruel
per
diem
,
he
was
afraid
he
might
some
night
happen
to
eat
the
boy
who
slept
next
him
,
who
happened
to
be
a
weakly
youth
of
tender
age
.
He
had
a
wild
,
hungry
eye
;
and
they
implicitly
believed
him
.
A
council
was
held
;
lots
were
cast
who
should
walk
up
to
the
master
after
supper
that
evening
,
and
ask
for
more
;
and
it
fell
to
Oliver
Twist
.
The
evening
arrived
;
the
boys
took
their
places
.
The
master
,
in
his
cook
's
uniform
,
stationed
himself
at
the
copper
;
his
pauper
assistants
ranged
themselves
behind
him
;
the
gruel
was
served
out
;
and
a
long
grace
was
said
over
the
short
commons
.
The
gruel
disappeared
;
the
boys
whispered
each
other
,
and
winked
at
Oliver
;
while
his
next
neighbours
nudged
him
.
Child
as
he
was
,
he
was
desperate
with
hunger
,
and
reckless
with
misery
.
He
rose
from
the
table
;
and
advancing
to
the
master
,
basin
and
spoon
in
hand
,
said
:
somewhat
alarmed
at
his
own
temerity
:
'
Please
,
sir
,
I
want
some
more
.
'
The
master
was
a
fat
,
healthy
man
;
but
he
turned
very
pale
.
He
gazed
in
stupified
astonishment
on
the
small
rebel
for
some
seconds
,
and
then
clung
for
support
to
the
copper
.
The
assistants
were
paralysed
with
wonder
;
the
boys
with
fear
.
