1 I despise 'em,' said the beadle, growing very red in the face.
2 The man's face was thin and very pale; his hair and beard were grizzly; his eyes were bloodshot.
3 There's an expression of melancholy in his face, my dear,' resumed Mr. Sowerberry, 'which is very interesting.
4 'He has likewise attempted, sir, to murder the female servant,' said Mr. Bumble, with a face of ashy paleness.
5 The surgeon had been sitting with his face turned towards the fire: giving the palms of his hands a warm and a rub alternately.
6 The old woman's face was wrinkled; her two remaining teeth protruded over her under lip; and her eyes were bright and piercing.
7 His step was elastic, and his face betokened inward pleasantry, as he advanced to Mr. Bumble, and shook him cordially by the hand.
8 The regret of no recent separation was fresh in his mind; the absence of no loved and well-remembered face sank heavily into his heart.
9 At the top of the table, seated in an arm-chair rather higher than the rest, was a particularly fat gentleman with a very round, red face.
10 Oliver's clothes had been torn in the beating he had received; his face was bruised and scratched; and his hair scattered over his forehead.
11 Withdrawing his other hand from Mr. Bumble's he covered his face with both; and wept until the tears sprung out from between his chin and bony fingers.
12 As Mr. Bumble paused to take breath, after delivering this address in an awful voice, the tears rolled down the poor child's face, and he sobbed bitterly.
13 Mr. Limbkins was standing in front of the desk on one side; and Mr. Gamfield, with a partially washed face, on the other; while two or three bluff-looking men, in top-boots, were lounging about.
14 Oliver, having had by this time as much of the outer coat of dirt which encrusted his face and hands, removed, as could be scrubbed off in one washing, was led into the room by his benevolent protectress.
15 Oliver stared innocently in Mr. Bumble's face at this somewhat contradictory style of address; but that gentleman prevented his offering any remark thereupon, by leading him at once into an adjoining room: the door of which was open.
16 Charlotte's fist was by no means a light one; but, lest it should not be effectual in calming Oliver's wrath, Mrs. Sowerberry plunged into the kitchen, and assisted to hold him with one hand, while she scratched his face with the other.
17 Having rested here, for a minute or so, to collect a good burst of sobs and an imposing show of tears and terror, he knocked loudly at the wicket; and presented such a rueful face to the aged pauper who opened it, that even he, who saw nothing but rueful faces about him at the best of times, started back in astonishment.
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