'Come,' said Mr. Bumble, somewhat less pompously, for it was gratifying to his feelings to observe the effect… — Charles Dickens
'Come,' said Mr. Bumble, somewhat less pompously, for it was gratifying to his feelings to observe the effect his eloquence had produced; 'Come, Oliver! Wipe your eyes with the cuffs of your jacket, and don't cry into your gruel; that's a very foolish action, Oliver.'
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