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Mr.
Brownlow
smiled
;
and
,
turning
to
Oliver
,
said
that
Mr.
Grimwig
was
an
old
friend
of
his
,
and
he
must
not
mind
his
being
a
little
rough
in
his
manners
;
for
he
was
a
worthy
creature
at
bottom
,
as
he
had
reason
to
know
.
'
Shall
I
go
downstairs
,
sir
?
'
inquired
Oliver
.
'
No
,
'
replied
Mr.
Brownlow
,
'
I
would
rather
you
remained
here
.
'
At
this
moment
,
there
walked
into
the
room
:
supporting
himself
by
a
thick
stick
:
a
stout
old
gentleman
,
rather
lame
in
one
leg
,
who
was
dressed
in
a
blue
coat
,
striped
waistcoat
,
nankeen
breeches
and
gaiters
,
and
a
broad-brimmed
white
hat
,
with
the
sides
turned
up
with
green
.
A
very
small-plaited
shirt
frill
stuck
out
from
his
waistcoat
;
and
a
very
long
steel
watch-chain
,
with
nothing
but
a
key
at
the
end
,
dangled
loosely
below
it
.
The
ends
of
his
white
neckerchief
were
twisted
into
a
ball
about
the
size
of
an
orange
;
the
variety
of
shapes
into
which
his
countenance
was
twisted
,
defy
description
.
He
had
a
manner
of
screwing
his
head
on
one
side
when
he
spoke
;
and
of
looking
out
of
the
corners
of
his
eyes
at
the
same
time
:
which
irresistibly
reminded
the
beholder
of
a
parrot
.
In
this
attitude
,
he
fixed
himself
,
the
moment
he
made
his
appearance
;
and
,
holding
out
a
small
piece
of
orange-peel
at
arm
's
length
,
exclaimed
,
in
a
growling
,
discontented
voice
.
'
Look
here
!
do
you
see
this
!
Is
n't
it
a
most
wonderful
and
extraordinary
thing
that
I
ca
n't
call
at
a
man
's
house
but
I
find
a
piece
of
this
poor
surgeon
's
friend
on
the
staircase
?
I
've
been
lamed
with
orange-peel
once
,
and
I
know
orange-peel
will
be
my
death
,
or
I
'll
be
content
to
eat
my
own
head
,
sir
!
'
This
was
the
handsome
offer
with
which
Mr.
Grimwig
backed
and
confirmed
nearly
every
assertion
he
made
;
and
it
was
the
more
singular
in
his
case
,
because
,
even
admitting
for
the
sake
of
argument
,
the
possibility
of
scientific
improvements
being
brought
to
that
pass
which
will
enable
a
gentleman
to
eat
his
own
head
in
the
event
of
his
being
so
disposed
,
Mr.
Grimwig
's
head
was
such
a
particularly
large
one
,
that
the
most
sanguine
man
alive
could
hardly
entertain
a
hope
of
being
able
to
get
through
it
at
a
sitting
--
to
put
entirely
out
of
the
question
,
a
very
thick
coating
of
powder
.
'
I
'll
eat
my
head
,
sir
,
'
repeated
Mr.
Grimwig
,
striking
his
stick
upon
the
ground
.
'
Hallo
!
what
's
that
!
'
looking
at
Oliver
,
and
retreating
a
pace
or
two
.
'
This
is
young
Oliver
Twist
,
whom
we
were
speaking
about
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
.
Oliver
bowed
.
