take any more of the se dreadful
Mrs Sowerberry sat down， breathing heavily． ‘He’s like a wild animal！’she said． ‘We could all have been murdered in our beds！’
‘I hope Mr Sowerberry doesn’t take any more of the se dreadful creatures from the workhouse，’said Charlotte． ‘Poor Noah was nearly killed！’Mrs Sowerberry looked at Noah sympathetically.
Noah， who was twice O liver’s size， pretended to rub tears from his eyes．
‘What shall we do？’ cried Mrs Sowerberry． ‘He’ll kick that door down in ten minutes.’ They could hear O liver banging and kicking at the cellar door． ‘Noah-run and get Mr Bumble．’
So Noah ran through the streets as quickly as he could to fetch the beadle． When he reached the workhouse， he waited for a minute to make sure his face was suitably tearful and frightened.
