The evening arrived, and the boys took their places at the dinner uable The master, in his co even stood beside the big pot of food, his assistants behind him. The thin soup of oats and salt was served and quickly eaten. The boys whispered to each other and winked at Oliver while his neighbors pressured him. I was desperate with hunger and reckless with misery. He rose from the table, and advancing to the master bowl and spoon in hand, said boldly, "Please, sir, I want some more." The master was a fat, healthy man but turned very pale. Shocked, the master looked at the small rebel for some seconds, and then put his hand on the pot of gruel for support. The assistants were paralyzed with wonder, the boys with fear. "Que!" said the master at length, in a quiet voice, "Please, sir," Oliver replied, "I want some more." The master tried to hit Oliver's head with a big spoon, then held him with one arm and called aloud for the main.
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