。， 'Well!' exclaimed Mr. Bumble, stopping short, and darting at hislittle charge a look of intense malignity. 'Well! Of ALL theungratefullest, and worst-disposed boys as ever I see, Oliver,you are the--'
Oliver's colour rose as he said this; he breathed quickly; andthere was a curious working of the mouth and nostrils, which Mr.Claypole thought must be the immediate precursor of a violent fitof crying. Under this impression he returned to the charge.。，
'Better not!' exclaimed Noah. 'Well! Better not! Work'us,don't be impudent. YOUR mother, too! She was a nice 'un shewas. Oh, Lor!' And here, Noah nodded his head expressively; andcurled up as much of his small red nose as muscular action couldcollect together, for the occasion.。，
'Of a broken heart, some of our old nurses told me,' repliedOliver: more as if he were talking to himself, than answeringNoah. 'I think I know what it must be to die of that!'。， Noah Claypole ran along the streets at his swiftest pace, andpaused not once for breath, until he reached the workhouse-gate.Having rested here, for a minute or so, to collect a good burstof sobs and an imposing show of tears and terror, he knockedloudly at the wicket; and presented such a rueful face to theaged pauper who opened it, that even he, who saw nothing butrueful faces about him at the best of times, started back inastonishment.
。， Everybody knows the story of another experimental philosopher whohad a great theory about a horse being able to live withouteating, and who demonstrated it so well, that he had got his ownhorse down to a straw a day, and would unquestionably haverendered him a very spirited and rampacious animal on nothing atall, if he had not died, four-and-twenty hours before he was tohave had his first comfortable bait of air. Unfortunately for,the experimenal philosophy of the female to whose protecting careOliver Twist was delivered over, a similar result usuallyattended the operation of HER system; for at the very moment whenthe child had contrived to exist upon the smallest possibleportion of the weakest possible food, it did perversely happen ineight and a half cases out of ten, either that it sickened fromwant and cold, or fell into the fire from neglect, or gothalf-smothered by accident; in any one of which cases, themiserable little being was usually summoned into another world,and there gathered to the fathers it had never known in this.
，。， There were a good many small shops; but the only stock in tradeappeared to be heaps of children, who, even at that time ofnight, were crawling in and out at the doors, or screaming fromthe inside. The sole places that seemed to prosper amid thegeneral blight of the place, were the public-houses; and in them,the lowest orders of Irish were wrangling with might and main.Covered ways and yards, which here and there diverged from themain street, disclosed little knots of houses, where drunken menand women were positively wallowing in filth; and from several ofthe door-ways, great ill-looking fellows were cautiouslyemerging, bound, to all appearance, on no very well-disposed orharmless errands.