and a good salad, and a roast spring chicken, with a dish of sausages and mashed potatoes, or something of that sort.’
Something of that sort! The resources of these inns!
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@dickensyousay.bsky.socialand a good salad, and a roast spring chicken, with a dish of sausages and mashed potatoes, or something of that sort.’
Something of that sort! The resources of these inns!
@dickensyousay.bsky.socialThere is only one thing I should like better; and that would be to see the Philosopher making the same sort of meal himself, with the same relish.
@dickensyousay.bsky.socialHowever, men always think they know best. There! Get downstairs, little bag o' bones.'
@dickensyousay.bsky.social'That boy will be hung,' said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. 'I know that boy will be hung.’
@dickensyousay.bsky.social'What!' said the master at length, in a faint voice.
'Please, sir,' replied Oliver, 'I want some more.’
@dickensyousay.bsky.socialHe rose from the table; and advancing to the master, basin and spoon in hand, said: somewhat alarmed at his own temerity:
'Please, sir, I want some more.’
@dickensyousay.bsky.socialHe had a wild, hungry eye; and they implicitly believed him. A council was held; lots were cast who should walk up to the master after supper that evening, and ask for more; and it fell to Oliver Twist.
@dickensyousay.bsky.socialemploying themselves, meanwhile, in sucking their fingers most assiduously, with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon.
@dickensyousay.bsky.socialOf this festive composition each boy had one porringer, and no more—except on occasions of great public rejoicing, when he had two ounces and a quarter of bread besides.
@dickensyousay.bsky.socialPitying his desolation, and watching him as he gradually settled down upon the pie, I made bold to say, “I am glad you enjoy it.”
“Did you speak?”
“I said I was glad you enjoyed it.”
“Thankee, my boy. I do.”
@dickensyousay.bsky.socialThen I put the fastenings as I had found them, opened the door at which I had entered when I ran home last night, shut it, and ran for the misty marshes.
@dickensyousay.bsky.socialand I found it was the pie, and I took it in the hope that it was not intended for early use, and would not be missed for some time.
@dickensyousay.bsky.socialI had no time for verification, no time for selection, no time for anything, for I had no time to spare.