Oliver Twist

Give it a little gruel if it is.'

He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to the copper.

There being nobody by, however, but a pauper old woman, who was rendered rather misty by an unwonted allowance of beer; and a parish surgeon who did such matters by contract; Oliver and Nature fought out the point between them.

Nobody controverted the prophetic gentleman's opinion.

Do I understand that he asked for more, after he had eaten the supper allotted by the dietary?'

Although this invitation was accompanied with a curtsey that might have softened the heart of a church-warden, it by no means mollified the beadle.