。， Now, Mr. Bumble was a fat man, and a choleric; so, instead ofresponding to this open-hearted salutation in a kindred spirit,he gave the little wicket a tremendous shake, and then bestowedupon it a kick which could have emanated from no leg but abeadle's.
。， Oliver, groping his way with one hand, and having the otherfirmly grasped by his companion, ascended with much difficultythe dark and broken stairs: which his conductor mounted with anease and expedition that showed he was well acquainted with them.
The occasion was not long in coming. Half an hour afterbreakfast next morning, Mr. Bumble entered the shop; andsupporting his cane against the counter, drew forth his largeleathern pocket-book: from which he selected a small scrap ofpaper, which he handed over to Sowerberry.。，
The strange boy whistled; and put his arms into his pockets, asfar as the big coat-sleeves would let them go.。， As Mr. Bumble paused to take breath, after delivering thisaddress in an awful voice, the tears rolled down the poor child'sface, and he sobbed bitterly.
。， 'I, Mrs. Mann. We name our fondlings in alphabetical order. Thelast was a S,--Swubble, I named him. This was a T,--Twist, Inamed HIM. The next one comes will be Unwin, and the nextVilkins. I have got names ready made to the end of the alphabet,and all the way through it again, when we come to Z.'
。， Oliver was frightened at the sight of so many gentlemen, whichmade him tremble: and the beadle gave him another tap behind,which made him cry. These two causes made him answer in a verylow and hesitating voice; whereupon a gentleman in a whitewaistcoat said he was a fool. Which was a capital way of raisinghis spirits, and putting him quite at his ease.