... brought him, with his own hands, a basin of gruel, and the holiday allowance of two ounces and a quarter of bread. At this tremendous sight, Oliver began to cry very piteously: thinking, not unaturally, ... direct from the manufactory of the very Devil himself. It chanced one morning, while Oliver’s affairs were in this auspicious and confortable state, that Mr. Gamfield, chimney-sweep, went his ... positively and decidedly affirmed, not only that Oliver would be hung, but that he would be drawn and quartered into the bargain. Mr. Bumble shook his head with gloomy mystery, and said he wished he...