No!" said Oliver in a brave voice.
Mr. Bumble was very surprised by this answer. He stood back from the door and looked at the other.
"Oh, Mr. Bumble,he must be must, said Mrs. Sowerberry,"No boy speaks to you like that."
"He isn't mad," said Mr. Bumble after a few moments" deep thought, "The trouble is - meat!"
"What?" said Mrs. Sowerberry
"Meat, Mrs. Sowerberry, meat, said Mr. Bumble "If you fed him only on soup, at we do in the workhouse, he wouldn't behave like this"
"Oh!" said Mrs Sowerberry" This it the result of my kindness"
"Leave him in there for a day to two" said Mr. Bumble, Give him soup and nothing the in future, Mrs Sowerberry, He comes from a bad family."
At this moment Mrs.Sowerberry arrived. He wanted to be kind to Oliver, but his wife's tears forced him to bear Oliver. He hit him hard and then shut him in the dark room again. At night Oliver was ordered upstairs to his bed in the shop.
When he was alone in the silence of the shop. Oliver began to cry for the first time. All day he had listened to their beatings without any tears. But and, and started to weep.
For a long time he seayed like that, without moving. Then he opened the door and looked out, It was a cold, dirk night. The stars seemed father from the earth than he had ever seen them before. He shut the door, tied up his few clothes in the a handkerchief, and sat down to wait for morning.
When the first of day showed through the windows, he opened the door again. After one quick, frightened look around him, he closed the door behind him and was out in the open street.