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'
Which
one
is
Charlie
Bucket
?
'
'
Charlie
Bucket
?
He
must
be
that
skinny
little
shrimp
standing
beside
the
old
fellow
who
looks
like
a
skeleton
.
Very
close
to
us
.
Just
there
!
See
him
?
'
'
Why
has
n't
he
got
a
coat
on
in
this
cold
weather
?
'
'D
o
n't
ask
me
.
Maybe
he
ca
n't
afford
to
buy
one
.
'
'
Goodness
me
!
He
must
be
freezing
!
'
Charlie
,
standing
only
a
few
paces
away
from
the
speaker
,
gave
Grandpa
Joe
's
hand
a
squeeze
,
and
the
old
man
looked
down
at
Charlie
and
smiled
.
Somewhere
in
the
distance
,
a
church
clock
began
striking
ten
.
Very
slowly
,
with
a
loud
creaking
of
rusty
hinges
,
the
great
iron
gates
of
the
factory
began
to
swing
open
.
The
crowd
became
suddenly
silent
.
The
children
stopped
jumping
about
.
All
eyes
were
fixed
upon
the
gates
.
'
There
he
is
!
'
somebody
shouted
,
'
That
's
him
!
'
