Оливер Твист

Chapter 4

           ‘You’llmakeyourfortune,Mr.Sowerberry,’saidthebeadle,ashethrusthisthumbandforefingerintotheproferredsnuff-boxoftheundertaker:whichwasaningeniouslittlemodelofapatentcoffin.‘Isayyou’llmakeyourfortune,Mr.Sowerberry,’repeatedMr.Bumble,tappingtheundertakerontheshoulder,inafriendlymanner,withhiscane.

           ‘Thinkso?’saidtheundertakerinatonewhichhalfadmittedandhalfdisputedtheprobabilityoftheevent.‘Thepricesallowedbytheboardareverysmall,Mr.Bumble.

           ‘Soarethecoffins,’repliedthebeadle:withpreciselyasnearanapproachtoalaughasagreatofficialoughttoindulgein.

           Mr.Sowerberrywasmuchtickledatthis:asofcourseheoughttobe;andlaughedalongtimewithoutcessation.‘Well,well,Mr.Bumble,’hesaidatlength,‘there’snodenyingthat,sincethenewsystemoffeedinghascomein,thecoffinsaresomethingnarrowerandmoreshallowthantheyusedtobe;butwemusthavesomeprofit,Mr.Bumble.Well-seasonedtimberisanexpensivearticle,sir;andalltheironhandlescome,bycanal,fromBirmingham.

           ‘Well,well,’saidMr.Bumble,‘everytradehasitsdrawbacks.Afairprofitis,ofcourse,allowable.

           ‘Ofcourse,ofcourse,’repliedtheundertaker;‘andifIdon’tgetaprofituponthisorthatparticulararticle,why,Imakeitupinthelong-run,youseehe!he!he!’

           ‘Justso,’saidMr.Bumble.

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