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Sowerberry had not yet returned, and Oliver continued to kick, with undiminished vigour, at the cellar-door. The accounts of his ferocity as related by Mrs. Sowerberry and Charlotte, were of so startling a nature, that Mr. Bumble judged it prudent to parley, before opening the door.
'They want to shut up the yard. The man who had never once moved, since he had taken his station by the grave side, started, raised his head, stared at the person who had addressed him, walked forward for a few paces; and fell down in a swoon. 'Well, Oliver, said Sowerberry, as they walked home, 'how do you like it? 'Pretty well, thank you, sir' replied Oliver, with considerable hesitation.
Sowerberry said this, she gave an hysterical laugh, which threatened violent consequences. 'But, my dear, said Sowerberry, 'I want to ask your advice. 'No, no, don't ask mine, replied Mrs. Sowerberry, in an affecting manner: 'ask somebody else's. Here, there was another hysterical laugh, which frightened Mr. Sowerberry very much.
'Come, that's too much. 'Oh, it's sickening, replied the beadle. 'Antimonial, Mr. Sowerberry! 'So it is, acquiesced the undertaker.
Sowerberry rightly construed this, as an acquiescence in his proposition; it was speedily determined, therefore, that Oliver should be at once initiated into the mysteries of the trade; and, with this view, that he should accompany his master on the very next occasion of his services being required. The occasion was not long in coming. Half an hour after breakfast next morning, Mr.
Bumble then thrashed a boy or two, to keep up appearances; and the reverend gentleman, having read as much of the burial service as could be compressed into four minutes, gave his surplice to the clerk, and walked away again. 'Now, Bill! said Sowerberry to the grave-digger. 'Fill up!
'Why, he was so angry, Oliver, that he forgot even to ask after you! said Mr. Sowerberry, looking after the beadle as he strode down the street. 'Yes, sir, replied Oliver, who had carefully kept himself out of sight, during the interview; and who was shaking from head to foot at the mere recollection of the sound of Mr. Bumble's voice. He needn't haven taken the trouble to shrink from Mr.
'Ugh, you brute! said Mrs. Sowerberry. 'Not at all, my dear, said Mr. Sowerberry humbly. 'I thought you didn't want to hear, my dear. I was only going to say 'Oh, don't tell me what you were going to say, interposed Mrs. Sowerberry. 'I am nobody; don't consult me, pray. I don't want to intrude upon your secrets. As Mrs.
'A pretty thing it would be, wouldn't it to go and stop at the very first public-house outside the town, so that Sowerberry, if he come up after us, might poke in his old nose, and have us taken back in a cart with handcuffs on, said Mr. Claypole in a jeering tone. 'No!
Sowerberry justice, he would have been kindly disposed towards Oliver, but for the prejudice of his wife against the boy. However, to satisfy her, he gave Oliver a sound beating, and shut him up in the back kitchen until night, when, amidst the jeers and pointings of Noah and Mrs. Sowerberry, he was ordered up-stairs to his dismal bed.
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