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Chapter 2

           ‘Please,sir,’repliedOliver,‘Iwantsomemore.

           ThemasteraimedablowatOliver’sheadwiththeladle;pinionedhiminhisarm;andshriekedaloudforthebeadle.

           Theboardweresittinginsolemnconclave,whenMr.Bumblerushedintotheroomingreatexcitement,andaddressingthegentlemaninthehighchair,said,

           ‘Mr.Limbkins,Ibegyourpardon,sir!OliverTwisthasaskedformore!’

           Therewasageneralstart.Horrorwasdepictedoneverycountenance.

           ‘ForMORE!’saidMr.Limbkins.‘Composeyourself,Bumble,andanswermedistinctly.DoIunderstandthatheaskedformore,afterhehadeatenthesupperallottedbythedietary?’

           ‘Hedid,sir,’repliedBumble.

           ‘Thatboywillbehung,’saidthegentlemaninthewhitewaistcoat.‘Iknowthatboywillbehung.

           Nobodycontrovertedthepropheticgentleman’sopinion.Ananimateddiscussiontookplace.Oliverwasorderedintoinstantconfinement;andabillwasnextmorningpastedontheoutsideofthegate,offeringarewardoffivepoundstoanybodywhowouldtakeOliverTwistoffthehandsoftheparish.Inotherwords,fivepoundsandOliverTwistwereofferedtoanymanorwomanwhowantedanapprenticetoanytrade,business,orcalling.

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