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for three months： at last they got so voracious and wild with
hunger； that one boy； who was tall for his age； and hadn’t been
used to that sort of thing （for his father had kept a small cook…
shop）； hinted darkly to his companions； that unless he had another
basin of gruel per diem； he was afraid he might some night happen
to eat the boy who slept next him； who happened to be a weakly
youth of tender age。 He had a wild； hungry eye； and they implicitly
believed him。 A council was held； lots were cast who should walk
up to the master after supper that evening； and ask for more； and
it fell to Oliver Twist。
The evening arrived； the boys took their places。 The master； in
his cook’s uniform； stationed himself at the copper； his pauper
assistants ranged themselves behind him； the gruel was served
out； and a long grace was said over the short commons。 The gruel
disappeared； the boys whispered each other； and winked at Oliver；
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while his next neighbours nudged him。 Child as he was； he was
desperate with hunger； and reckless with misery。 He rose from the
table； and advancing to the master； basin and spoon in hand； said；
somewhat alarmed at his own temerity：
“Please； sir； I want some more。”
The master was a fat healthy man； but he turned very pale。 He
gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some
seconds； and then clung for support to the copper。 The assistants
were paralysed with wonder； the boys with fear。
“What！” said the master at length； in a faint voice。
“Please； sir；” replied Oliver； “I want some more。”
The master aimed a blow at Oliver’s head with the ladle；
pinioned him in his arms； and shrieked aloud for the beadle。
The Board were sitting in solemn conclave； when Mr。 Bumble
rushed into the room in great excitement； and addressing the
gentleman in the high chair； said：
“Mr。 Limbkins； I beg your pardon； sir！ Oliver Twist has asked
for more！”
There was a general start。 Horror was depicted on every
countenance。
“For more！” said Mr。 Limbkins。 “Compose yourself； Bumble；
and answer me distinctly。 Do I understand that he asked for more；
after he had eaten the supper allotted by the dietary？”
“He did； sir；” replied Bumble。
“That boy will be hung；” said the gentleman in the white
waistcoat。 “I know that boy will be hung。”
Nobody controverted the prophetic gentleman’s opinion。 An
animated discussion took place。 Oliver was ordered into instant
confinement； and a bill was next morning pasted on the outside of
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the gate； offering a reward of five pounds to anybody who would
take Oliver Twist off the hands of the parish。 In other words； five
pounds and Oliver Twist were offered to any man or woman who
wanted an apprentice to any trade； business； or calling。
“I never was more convinced of anything in my life；” said the
gentleman in the white waistcoat； as he knocked at the gate and
read the bill next morning： “I never was more convinced of
anything in my life； than I am that that boy will come to be hung。”
As I purpose to show in the sequel whether the white…
waistcoated gentleman was right or not； I should perhaps mar the
interest of this narrative （supposing it to possess any at all）； if I
ventured to hint just yet； whether the life of Oliver Twist had this
violent termination or no。
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Chapter 3
Relates How Oliver Twist Was Very Near Getting A
Place； Which Would Not Have Been A Sinecure。
For a week after the commission of the impious and profane
offence of asking for more； Oliver remained a close
prisoner in the dark and solitary room to which he had
been consigned by the wisdom and mercy of the Board。 It appears；
at first sight； not unreasonable to suppose； that； if he had
entertained a becoming feeling of respect for the prediction of the
gentle。 man in the white waistcoat； he would have established that
sage individual’s prophetic character； once and for ever； by tying
one end of his pocket handkerchief to a hook in the wall； and
attaching himself to the other。 To the performance of this feat；
however； there was one obstacle； namely； that pocket
handkerchiefs being decided articles of luxury； had been for all
future times and ages； removed from the noses of paupers by the
express order of the Board； in council assembled： solemnly given
and pronounced under their hands and seals。 There was a still
greater obstacle in Oliver’s youth and childishness。 He only cried
bitterly all day； and； when the long； dismal night came on； spread
his little hands before his eyes to shut out the darkness； and
crouching in the corner； tried to sleep： ever and anon waking with
a start and tremble； and drawing himself closer and closer to the
wall； as if to feel even its cold； hard surface were a protection in
the gloom and loneliness which surrounded him。
Let it not be supposed by the enemies of “the system；” that；
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during the period of his solitary incarceration； Oliver was denied
the benefit of exercise； the pleasure of society； or the advantages of
religious consolation。 As for exercise； it was nice cold weather； and
he was allowed to perform his ablutions every morning under the
pump； in a stone yard； in the presence of Mr。 Bumble； who
prevented his catching cold； and caused a tingling sensation to
pervade his frame； by repeated applications of the cane。 As for
society； he was carried every other day into the hall where the
boys dined； and there sociably flogged as a public warning and
example。 And so far from being denied the advantages of religious
consolation； he was kicked into the same apartment every evening
at prayer…time； and there permitted to listen to； and console his
mind with； a general supplication of the boys； containing a special
clause； therein inserted by authority of the Board； in which they
entreated to be made good； virtuous； contented； and obedient； and
to be guarded from the sins and vices of Oliver Twist： whom the
supplication distinctly set forth to be under the exclusive
patronage and protection of the powers of wickedness； and an
article direct from the manufactory of the very devil himself。
It chanced one morning； while Oliver’s affairs were in this
auspicious and comfortable state； that Mr。 Gamfield； chimney…
sweep； was wending his way down the High Street； deeply
cogitating in his mind his ways and means of paying certain
arrears of rent； for which his landlord had become rather pressing。
Mr。 Gamfield’s most sanguine estimate of his finances could not
raise them within full five pounds of the desired amount； and； in a
species of arithmetical desperation； he was alternately cudgelling
his brains and his donkey； when； passing the workhouse； his eyes
encountered the bill on the gate。
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“Wo…o！” said Mr。 Gamfield to the donkey。
The donkey was in a state of profound abstraction： wondering；
probably； whether he was destined to be regaled with a cabbage…
stalk or two when he had disposed of the two sacks of soot with
which the little cart was laden； so； without noticing the word of
command； he jogged onward。
Mr。 Gamfield growled a fierce imprecation on the donkey
generally； but more particularly on his eyes； and； running after
him； bestowed a blow on his head； which would inevitably have
beaten in any skull but a donkey’s。 Then； catching hold of the
bridle； he gave his jaw a sharp wrench； by way of gentle reminder
that he was not his own master； and by these means turned him
round。 He then gave him another blow on the head； just to stun
him till he came back again。 Having completed these
arrangements； he walked up to the gate； to read the bill The
gentleman with the white waistcoat was standing at the gate with
his hands behind him； after having delivered himself of some
profound sentiments in the board…room。 Having witnessed the
little dispute between Mr。 Gamfield and the donkey； he smiled
joyously when that person came up to read the bill； for he saw at
once that Mr。 Gamfield was exactly the sort of master Oliver Twist
wanted。 Mr。 Gamfield smiled； too； as he perused the document； for
five pounds was just the sum he had been wishing for； and； as the
boy with which it was encumbered； Mr。 Gamfield； knowing what
the dietary of the workhouse was； well knew he would be a nice
small pattern； just the very thing for register stoves。 So； he spelt
the bill through again； from beginning to end； and then； touching
his fur cap in token of humility； accosted the gentleman in the
white waistcoat。
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“This here boy； sir； wot the parish wants to ’prentis；” said Mr。
Gamfield。
“Ay； my man；” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat； with a
condescending smile。 “What of him？”
“If the parish would like him to learn a right pleasant trade；