Олівер Твіст

Chapter 7

           ‘Ah!Saidhewantedto,didhe,myboy?’inquiredthegentlemaninthewhitewaistcoat.

           ‘Yes,sir,’repliedNoah.‘Andplease,sir,missiswantstoknowwhetherMr.Bumblecansparetimetostepupthere,directly,andfloghim‘causemaster’sout.

           ‘Certainly,myboy;certainly,’saidthegentlemaninthewhitewaistcoat:smilingbenignly,andpattingNoah’shead,whichwasaboutthreeincheshigherthanhisown.‘You’reagoodboyaverygoodboy.Here’sapennyforyou.Bumble,juststepuptoSowerberry’swithyourcane,andseedwhat’sbesttobedone.Don’tsparehim,Bumble.

           ‘No,Iwillnot,sir,’repliedthebeadle.Andthecockedhatandcanehavingbeen,bythistime,adjustedtotheirowner’ssatisfaction,Mr.BumbleandNoahClaypolebetookthemselveswithallspeedtotheundertaker’sshop.

           Herethepositionofaffairshadnotatallimproved.Sowerberryhadnotyetreturned,andOlivercontinuedtokick,withundiminishedvigour,atthecellar-door.TheaccountsofhisferocityasrelatedbyMrs.SowerberryandCharlotte,wereofsostartlinganature,thatMr.Bumblejudgeditprudenttoparley,beforeopeningthedoor.Withthisviewhegaveakickattheoutside,bywayofprelude;and,then,applyinghismouthtothekeyhole,said,inadeepandimpressivetone:

           ‘Oliver!’

           ‘Come;youletmeout!’repliedOliver,fromtheinside.

           ‘Doyouknowthisherevoice,Oliver?’saidMr.Bumble.

           ‘Yes,’repliedOliver.

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