Oliver Twist

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Description

Oliver Twist dares to ask for more...

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (England - Liverpool, Manchester, Lancashire, Cheshire) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC) Scottish (General)

Transcript

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a council was held, lots were cast. Who should walk up to the master after supper that evening and ask for more. And it fell. Oliver Twist. The evening arrived. The boys took their places. The master in his cook's uniform stationed himself at the copper. His proper assistance range themselves behind him. The rule was served at on A long grace was said over the short Commons. The girl disappeared. The boy's whispered each other and winked at Oliver while his next neighbours nudged him child. As he waas, he waas desperate with hunger and reckless with misery. He rose from the table on, advancing to the master basin and spoon in hand, said, somewhat alarmed at his own temerity. Please, sir, I want some more. The master was a fat, healthy man, but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds and then clung for support to the copper. The assistants were paralysed with wonder the boys with fear what? Said the master at length in a faint voice. Please, sir, replied Oliver, I want some more. The muster aimed a blow. What? Oliver's head with a ladle pinion him in his arm and shrieked aloud for the beetle. The board was sitting in solemn conclave when Mr Bumble rushed into the room in great excitement and addressing the gentleman in the high chair said, Mr Lemkin, I beg your pardons are all over. Twist has asked for more. There was a general start. Horror was depicted on every countenance for more, said Mr Lim Kins, compose yourself, Bumble and answer me distinctly. Do I understand that? He asked for more after he had eaten the supper allotted by the dietary. He did, Sir, replied Bumble. That boy will be hung, said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. I know that boy will be hung. Nobody controverted with the prophetic gentleman's opinion. An animated discussion took place. Oliver was ordered into instant confinement, and a bill was next morning pasted on the outside of the gate, offering a reward for £5 to anybody who would take Oliver Twist off the hands of the parish