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sagreeable [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], asked Oliver to step
downstairs and tell Mrs. Bedwin they were ready for tea; which, as
he did not half like the visitor’s manner, he was very happy to do.
“He is a nice-looking boy [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], is he not?” inquired Mr. Brownlow.
“I don’t know,” replied Mr. Grimwig pettishly.
“Don’t know?”
“No. I don’t know. I never see any difference in boys. I only
know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys, and beef-faced boys.”
“And which is Oliver?”
“Mealy. I know a friend who has a beef-faced boy; a fine boy,
they call him; with a round head, and red cheeks and glaring eyes;
a horrid boy; with a body and limbs that appear to be swelling out
of the seams of his blue clothes; with the voice of a pilot, and the
appetite of a wolf. I know him [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! The wretch!”
“Come,” said Mr. Brownlow, “these are not the characteristics
of young Oliver Twist; so he needn’t excite your wrath.”
“They are not,” replied Mr. Grimwig. “He may have worse.”
Here, Mr. Brownlow coughed impatiently; which appeared to
afford Mr. Grimwig the most exquisite delight.
“He may have worse, I say,” repeated Mr. Grimwig. “Where
does he come from? Who is he? What is he? He has had a fever.
What of that? Fevers are not peculiar to good people; are