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There was neither knocker nor bell…handle at the open door
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where Oliver and his master stopped； so； groping his way
cautiously through the dark passage； and bidding Oliver keep
close to him and not be afraid； the undertaker mounted to the top
of the first flight of stairs。 Stumbling against a door on the landing；
he rapped at it with his knuckles。
It was opened by a young girl of thirteen or fourteen。 The
undertaker at once saw enough of what the room contained； to
know it was the apartment to which he had been directed。 He
stepped in； Oliver followed him。
There was no fire in the room； but a man was crouching
mechanically over the empty stove。 An old woman； too； had drawn
a low stool to the cold hearth； and was sitting beside him。 There
were some ragged children in another corner； and in a small
recess； opposite the door； there lay upon the ground； something
covered with an old blanket。 Oliver shuddered as he cast his eyes
towards the place； and crept involuntary closer to his master； for
though it was covered up； the boy felt that it was a corpse。
The man’s face was thin and very pale； his hair and beard were
grizzly； his eyes were bloodshot。 The old woman’s face was
wrinkled； her two remaining teeth protruded over her under lip；
and her eyes were bright and piercing。 Oliver was afraid to look at
either her or the man。 They seemed so like the rats he had seen
outside。
“Nobody shall go near her；” said the man； starting fiercely up；
as the undertaker approached the recess。 “Keep back！ Damn you；
keep back； if you’ve a life to lose！”
“Nonsense； my good man；” said the undertaker； who was pretty
well used to misery in all its shapes。 “Nonsense！”
“I tell you；” said the man； clenching his hands； and stamping
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furiously on the floor—“I tell you I won’t have her put into the
ground。 She couldn’t rest there。 The worms would worry her—not
eat her—she is so worn away。”
The undertaker offered no reply to this raving； but； producing a
tape from his pocket； knelt down for a moment by the side of the
body。
“Ah！” said the man； bursting into tears； and sinking on his
knees at the feet of the dead woman； “kneel down； kneel down—
kneel round her； every one of you； and mark my words！ I say she
was starved to death。 I never knew how bad she was； till the fever
came upon her； and then her bones were starting through the
skin。 There was neither fire nor candle； she died in the dark—in
the dark！ She couldn’t even see her children’s faces； though we
heard her gasping out their names。 I begged for her in the streets；
and they sent me to prison。 When I came back； she was dying； and
all the blood in my heart has dried up； for they starved her to
death。 I swear it before the God that saw it！ They starved her！” He
twined his hands in his hair； and； with a loud scream； rolled
grovelling upon the floor； his eyes fixed and the foam covering his
lips。
The terrified children cried bitterly； but the old woman； who
had hitherto remained as quiet as if she had been wholly deaf to
all that passed； menaced them into silence。 Having unloosed the
cravat of the man who still remained extended on the ground； she
tottered towards the undertaker。
“She was my daughter；” said the old woman； nodding her head
in the direction of the corpse； and speaking with an idiotic leer；
more ghastly than even the presence of death in such a place。
“Lord； Lord！ Well； it is strange that I who gave birth to her； and
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was a woman then； should be alive and merry now； and she lying
there； so cold and stiff！ Lord； Lord！—to think of it； it’s as good as a
play—as good as a play！”
As the wretched creature mumbled and chuckled in her
hideous merriment； the undertaker turned to go away。
“Stop； stop！” said the old woman； in a loud whisper。 “Will she
be buried tomorrow； or next day； or tonight？ I laid her out； and I
must walk； you know。 Send me a large cloak—a good warm one；
for it is bitter cold。 We should have cake and wine； too； before we
go！ Never mind； send some bread—only a loaf of bread and a cup
of water。 Shall we have some bread； dear？” she said eagerly；
catching at the undertaker’s coat； as he once more moved towards
the door。
“Yes； yes；” said the undertaker； “of course。 Anything you like！”
he disengaged himself from the old woman’s grasp； and； drawing
Oliver after him； hurried away。
The next day （the family having been meanwhile relieved with
a half…quartern loaf and a piece of cheese； left with them by Mr。
Bumble himself）； Oliver and his master returned to the miserable
abode； where Mr。 Bumble had already arrived； accompanied by
four men from the workhouse； who were to act as bearers。 An old
black cloak had been thrown over the rags of the old woman and
the man； and the bare coffin having been screwed down； was
hoisted on the shoulders of the bearers； and carried into the street。
“Now； you must put your best leg foremost； old lady！”
whispered Sowerberry in the old woman’s ear； “we are rather late；
and it won’t do to keep the clergyman waiting。 Move on； my men—
as quick as you like！”
Thus directed； the bearers trotted on under their light burden；
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and the two mourners kept as near them as they could。 Mr。
Bumble and Sowerberry walked at a good smart pace in front； and
Oliver； whose legs were not so long as his master’s； ran by the side。
There was not so great a necessity for hurrying as Mr。
Sowerberry had anticipated； however； for when they reached the
obscure corner of the churchyard in which the nettles grew； and
where the parish graves were made； the clergyman had not
arrived； and the clerk； who was sitting by the vestry…room fire；
seemed to think it by no means improbable that it might be an
hour or so before he came。 So； they put the bier on the brink of the
grave； and the two mourners waited patiently in the damp clay；
with a cold rain drizzling down； while the ragged boys whom the
spectacle had attracted into the churchyard played a noisy game
at hide…and…seek among the tombstones； or varied their
amusements by jumping backwards and forwards over the coffin。
Mr。 Sowerberry and Bumble； being personal friends of the clerk；
sat by the fire with him； and read the paper。
At length； after a lapse of something more than an hour； Mr。
Bumble； and Sowerberry； and the clerk； were seen running
towards the grave。 Immediately afterwards； the clergyman
appeared； putting on his surplice as he came along。 Mr。 Bumble
then thrashed a boy or two； to keep up appearances； and the
reverend gentleman； having read as much of the burial service as
could be compressed into four minutes； gave his surplice to the
clerk； and walked away again。
“Now； Bill！” said Sowerberry to the grave…digger； “fill up！”
It was no very difficult task； for the grave was so full； that the
uppermost coffin was within a few feet of the surface。 The grave…
digger shovelled in the earth； stamped it loosely down with his
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feet； shouldered his spade； and walked off； followed by the boys；
who murmured very loud complaints at the fun being over so
soon。
“Come； my good fellow！” said Bumble； tapping the man on the
back； “they want to shut up the yard。”
The man who had never once moved； since he had taken his
station by the grave…side； started； raised his head； stared at the
person who had addressed him； walked forward a few paces； and
fell down in a swoon。 The crazy old woman was too much
occupied in bewailing the loss of her cloak （which the undertaker
had taken off）； to pay him any attention； so they threw a can of
cold water over him； and when he came to； saw him safely out of
the churchyard； locked the gate； and departed on their different
ways。
“Well； Oliver；” said Sowerberry； as they walked home； “how do
you like it？”
“Pretty well； thank you； sir；” replied Oliver； with considerable
hesitation。 “Not very much； sir。”
“Ah； you’ll get used to it in time； Oliver；” said Sowerberry。
“Nothing when you are used to it； my boy。”
Oliver wondered； in his own mind； whether it had taken a very
long time to get Mr。 Sowerberry used to it。 But he thought it better
not to ask the question； and walked back to the shop； thinking
over all he had seen and heard。
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Chapter 6
Oliver； Being Goaded By The Taunts Of Noah；
Rouses Into Action； And Rather Astonishes Him。
The month’s trial over； Oliver was formally apprenticed。 It
was a nice sickly season just at this time。 In commercial
phrase； coffins were looking up； and； in the course of a few
weeks； Oliver acquired a great deal of experience。 The success of
Mr。 Sowerberry’s ingenious speculation exceeded even his most
sanguine hopes。 The oldest inhabitan
