Select the correct text in the passage. which part of this excerpt from charles dickens's oliver twist suggests a trace of humane feeling in mr. bumble's character? for some time, mr. bumble drew oliver along, without notice or remark; for the beadle carried his head very erect, as a beadle always should: and, it being a windy day, little oliver was completely enshrouded by the skirts of mr. bumble's coat as they blew open, and disclosed to great advantage his flapped waistcoat and drab plush knee-breeches. as they drew near to their destination, however, mr. bumble thought it expedient to look down, and see that the boy was in good order for inspection by his new master: which he accordingly did, with a fit and becoming air of gracious patronage. "oliver! " said mr. bumble. "yes, sir," replied oliver, in a low, tremulous voice. "pull that cap off your eyes, and hold up your head, sir." although oliver did as he was desired, at once; and passed the back of his unoccupied hand briskly across his eyes, he left a tear in them when he looked up at his conductor. as mr. bumble gazed sternly upon him, it rolled down his cheek. it was followed by another, and another. the child made a strong effort, but it was an unsuccessful one. withdrawing his other hand from mr. bumble's he covered his face with both; and wept until the tears sprung out from between his chin and bony fingers. "well! " exclaimed mr. bumble, stopping short, and darting at his little charge a look of intense malignity. "well! of all the ungratefullest, and worst-disposed boys as ever i see, oliver, you are the—" "no, no, sir," sobbed oliver, clinging to the hand which held the well-known cane; "no, no, sir; i will be good indeed; indeed, indeed i will, sir! i am a very little boy, sir; and it is so—so—" "so what? " inquired mr. bumble in amazement. “so lonely, sir! so very lonely! ” cried the child. “everybody hates me. oh! sir, don't, don't pray be cross to me! ” the child beat his hand upon his heart; and looked in his companion's face, with tears of real agony. mr. bumble regarded oliver's piteous and look, with some astonishment, for a few seconds; hemmed three or four times in a husky manner; and after muttering something about 'that troublesome cough,' bade oliver dry his eyes and be a good boy. then once more taking his hand, he walked on with him in silence.