Оливер Твист

Chapter 27

           Charlotteutteredascream,andhidherfaceinherapron.Mr.Claypole,withoutmakinganyfurtherchangeinhispositionthansufferinghislegstoreachtheground,gazedatthebeadleindrunkenterror.

           ‘Sayitagain,youwile,owdaciousfellow!’saidMr.Bumble.‘Howdareyoumentionsuchathing,sir?Andhowdareyouencouragehim,youinsolentminx?Kissher!’exclaimedMr.Bumble,instrongindignation.‘Faugh!’

           ‘Ididn’tmeantodoit!’saidNoah,blubbering.‘She’salwaysa-kissingofme,whetherIlikeit,ornot.

           ‘Oh,Noah,’criedCharlotte,reproachfully.

           ‘Yerare;yerknowyerare!’retortedNoah.‘She’salwaysa-doin’ofit,Mr.Bumble,sir;shechucksmeunderthechin,please,sir;andmakesallmanneroflove!’

           ‘Silence!’criedMr.Bumble,sternly.‘Takeyourselfdownstairs,ma’am.Noah,youshutuptheshop;sayanotherwordtillyourmastercomeshome,atyourperil;and,whenhedoescomehome,tellhimthatMr.Bumblesaidhewastosendaoldwoman’sshellafterbreakfastto-morrowmorning.Doyouhearsir?Kissing!’criedMr.Bumble,holdinguphishands.‘Thesinandwickednessofthelowerordersinthisporochialdistrictisfrightful!IfParliamentdon’ttaketheirabominablecoursesunderconsideration,thiscountry’sruined,andthecharacterofthepeasantrygoneforever!’Withthesewords,thebeadlestrode,withaloftyandgloomyair,fromtheundertaker’spremises

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