| Mr. Bumble got up with his head higher than usual. He had been in charge of overseeing the transport of paupers to London. He was providing for Mrs. Mann. |
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 | Drat that beadle! If it isn't him at this time in the morning! Lauk, Mr. Bumble, only think of it being you! | |
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| Mrs. Mann, ma'am, good morning. | |
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| As they were talking, Mrs. Mann bring in Dick, Oliver's old friend who beileved himself to be dying. |
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| I should like, to leave my dear love to poor Oliver Twist, and to let him know how often I have sat by myself and cried to think of his wandering about in the dark nights with nobody to help him,. | |
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| Theyre all in one story, Mrs. Mann that out-dacious Oliver had Demogalized them all! There Take him away, I can't bear the sight on him. | |
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| Mr. Bumble had left to London and found a reward poster for Oliver at a pub. He then traveled To Brownlow. |
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| That boy Oliver is an imposter. I tell you he is.Why didn't you take my advice in the beginning; you would if he hadn't had a fever, I suppose, eh? | |
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| Never let me hear that boy's name again. | |
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