Bumble, just step up to Sowerberry's with your cane, and see what's best to be done.

Don't spare him, Bumble.' 'No, I will not, sir,' replied the beadle.

And the cocked hat and cane having been, by this time, adjusted to their owner's satisfaction, Mr.
Bumble and Noah Claypole betook themselves with all speed to the undertaker's shop.
Here the position of affairs had not at all improved.

Sowerberry had not yet returned, and Oliver continued to kick, with undiminished vigour, at the cellar-door.

The accounts of his ferocity as related by Mrs.Sowerberry and Charlotte, were of so startling a nature, that Mr.
Bumble judged it prudent to parley, before opening the door.