I never see any difference in boys.

I only knew two sort 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! 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.