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They sat wondering, in silence; or, if they exchanged a few words, spoke in whispers, as if they were afraid to hear the sound of their own voices. At length, when nine o'clock had come, and they began to think they were to hear no more that night, Mr. Losberne and Mr. Grimwig entered the room, followed by Mr.
Grimwig was not by any means a bad-hearted man, and though he would have been unfeignedly sorry to see his respected friend duped and deceived, he really did most earnestly and strongly hope at that moment, that Oliver Twist might not come back.
Mr. Brownlow moved the lamp, so as to obtain an uninterrupted view of the beadle's countenance; and said, with a little impatience, 'Now, sir, you come in consequence of having seen the advertisement? 'Yes, sir, said Mr. Bumble. 'And you ARE a beadle, are you not? inquired Mr. Grimwig. 'I am a porochial beadle, gentlemen, rejoined Mr. Bumble proudly. 'Of course, observed Mr.
'He is a child of a noble nature and a warm heart, said Rose, colouring; 'and that Power which has thought fit to try him beyond his years, has planted in his breast affections and feelings which would do honour to many who have numbered his days six times over. 'I'm only sixty-one, said Mr. Grimwig, with the same rigid face.
Grimwig, will you leave us for a few minutes? 'I believe, interposed Miss Maylie, 'that at this period of our interview, I need not give that gentleman the trouble of going away. If I am correctly informed, he is cognizant of the business on which I wish to speak to you. Mr. Brownlow inclined his head. Mr.
'You don't happen to know any good of him, do you? said Mr. Grimwig, caustically; after an attentive perusal of Mr. Bumble's features. Mr. Bumble, catching at the inquiry very quickly, shook his head with portentous solemnity. 'You see? said Mr. Grimwig, looking triumphantly at Mr. Brownlow. Mr. Brownlow looked apprehensively at Mr.
'Dear me, said the gentleman, in the bottle-green coat, hastily rising with great politeness, 'I beg your pardon, young lady I imagined it was some importunate person who I beg you will excuse me. Be seated, pray. 'Mr. Brownlow, I believe, sir? said Rose, glancing from the other gentleman to the one who had spoken. 'That is my name, said the old gentleman. 'This is my friend, Mr. Grimwig.
Then, still keeping his stick in his hand, he sat down; and, opening a double eye-glass, which he wore attached to a broad black riband, took a view of Oliver: who, seeing that he was the object of inspection, coloured, and bowed again. 'That's the boy, is it? said Mr. Grimwig, at length. 'That's the boy, replied Mr. Brownlow. 'How are you, boy? said Mr. Grimwig.
He'll join his old friends the thieves, and laugh at you. If ever that boy returns to this house, sir," said Mr. Grimwig, "I'll eat my head!" It grew so dark that the figures on the dial-plate were scarcely discernible. The gas lamps were lighted; Mrs.
Grimwig, "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." Mr. Brownlow was about to refuse to have Oliver go out, when Mr. Grimwig's malicious cough made him change his mind, and let the boy go. "You are to say," said Mr.
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