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'
Well
,
what
DO
you
know
of
him
?
'
inquired
the
old
gentleman
.
'
Speak
out
,
my
friend
,
if
you
have
anything
to
say
.
What
DO
you
know
of
him
?
'
'
You
do
n't
happen
to
know
any
good
of
him
,
do
you
?
'
said
Mr.
Grimwig
,
caustically
;
after
an
attentive
perusal
of
Mr.
Bumble
's
features
.
Mr.
Bumble
,
catching
at
the
inquiry
very
quickly
,
shook
his
head
with
portentous
solemnity
.
'
You
see
?
'
said
Mr.
Grimwig
,
looking
triumphantly
at
Mr.
Brownlow
.
Mr.
Brownlow
looked
apprehensively
at
Mr.
Bumble
's
pursed-up
countenance
;
and
requested
him
to
communicate
what
he
knew
regarding
Oliver
,
in
as
few
words
as
possible
.
Mr.
Bumble
put
down
his
hat
;
unbuttoned
his
coat
;
folded
his
arms
;
inclined
his
head
in
a
retrospective
manner
;
and
,
after
a
few
moments
'
reflection
,
commenced
his
story
.
It
would
be
tedious
if
given
in
the
beadle
's
words
:
occupying
,
as
it
did
,
some
twenty
minutes
in
the
telling
;
but
the
sum
and
substance
of
it
was
,
that
Oliver
was
a
foundling
,
born
of
low
and
vicious
parents
.
That
he
had
,
from
his
birth
,
displayed
no
better
qualities
than
treachery
,
ingratitude
,
and
malice
.
That
he
had
terminated
his
brief
career
in
the
place
of
his
birth
,
by
making
a
sanguinary
and
cowardly
attack
on
an
unoffending
lad
,
and
running
away
in
the
night-time
from
his
master
's
house
.
In
proof
of
his
really
being
the
person
he
represented
himself
,
Mr.
Bumble
laid
upon
the
table
the
papers
he
had
brought
to
town
.
Folding
his
arms
again
,
he
then
awaited
Mr.
Brownlow
's
observations
.
'
I
fear
it
is
all
too
true
,
'
said
the
old
gentleman
sorrowfully
,
after
looking
over
the
papers
.
'
This
is
not
much
for
your
intelligence
;
but
I
would
gladly
have
given
you
treble
the
money
,
if
it
had
been
favourable
to
the
boy
.
'
It
is
not
improbable
that
if
Mr.
Bumble
had
been
possessed
of
this
information
at
an
earlier
period
of
the
interview
,
he
might
have
imparted
a
very
different
colouring
to
his
little
history
.
It
was
too
late
to
do
it
now
,
however
;
so
he
shook
his
head
gravely
,
and
,
pocketing
the
five
guineas
,
withdrew
.
Mr.
Brownlow
paced
the
room
to
and
fro
for
some
minutes
;
evidently
so
much
disturbed
by
the
beadle
's
tale
,
that
even
Mr.
Grimwig
forbore
to
vex
him
further
.
