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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.
Brownlow; 'I particularly wished those books to be returned to-night. 'Send Oliver with them, said Mr. Grimwig, with an ironical smile; 'he will be sure to deliver them safely, you know. 'Yes; do let me take them, if you please, sir, said Oliver. 'I'll run all the way, sir.
Brownlow to rally him on his old prophecy concerning Oliver, and to remind him of the night on which they sat with the watch between them, waiting his return; but Mr. Grimwig contends that he was right in the main, and, in proof thereof, remarks that Oliver did not come back after all; which always calls forth a laugh on his side, and increases his good humour. Mr.
Grimwig, who had been affecting to dip into a large book that lay on the table, upset it with a great crash, and falling back in his chair, discharged from his features every expression but one of unmitigated wonder, and indulged in a prolonged and vacant stare; then, as if ashamed of having betrayed so much emotion, he jerked himself, as it were, by a convulsion into his former attitude, and looking out straight before him emitted a long deep whistle, which seemed, at last, not to be discharged on empty air, but to die away in the innermost recesses of his stomach.
'I have no objection to your calling in your friend if I may call in mine, said the doctor. 'We must put it to the vote, replied Mr. Brownlow, 'who may he be? 'That lady's son, and this young lady's very old friend, said the doctor, motioning towards Mrs. Maylie, and concluding with an expressive glance at her niece. Grimwig were accordingly added to the committee.
'I know what children are, sir; and have done these forty years; and people who can't say the same, shouldn't say anything about them. That's my opinion! This was a hard hit at Mr. Grimwig, who was a bachelor. As it extorted nothing from that gentleman but a smile, the old lady tossed her head, and smoothed down her apron preparatory to another speech, when she was stopped by Mr. Brownlow.
Brownlow gratified the only remaining wish of Oliver's warm and earnest heart, and as the happy days go swiftly by, the past becomes the shadow of a dream. Several times a year Mr. Grimwig visits in the neighbourhood, and it is a favourite joke for Mr.
Bedwin watched him out of sight exclaiming, "Bless his sweet face!" while Oliver looked gaily round, and nodded before he turned the corner. Then Mr. Brownlow drew out his watch and waited, while Mr. Grimwig asserted that the boy would never be back. "He has a new suit of clothes on his back; a set of valuable books under his arm; and a five-pound note in his pocket.
'This is young Oliver Twist, whom we were speaking about, said Mr. Brownlow. Oliver bowed. 'You don't mean to say that's the boy who had the fever, I hope? said Mr. Grimwig, recoiling a little more. 'Wait a minute! Don't speak! Stop continued Mr. Grimwig, abruptly, losing all dread of the fever in his triumph at the discovery; 'that's the boy who had the orange!
He was an eccentric old man, and was loud in his exclamations of distrust in this boy whom Mr. Brownlow was harbouring. "I'll answer for that boy's truth with my life!" said Mr. Brownlow, knocking the table. "And I for his falsehood with my head!" rejoined Mr. Grimwig, knocking the table also. "We shall see!" said Mr. Brownlow, checking his rising anger. "We will!" said Mr.
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