"How comes he to have any name at all, then?"
The beadle drew himself up with great pride, and said, "I inwented it."
"You, Mr. Bumble!"
"I, Mrs. Mann. We name our foundlin’s in alphabetical order. The last was a S,-- Swubble: I named him. This was a T,-- Twist: I named him." (2.27-30)
"A young fogle-hunter," replied the man who had Oliver in charge […] "Now, young gallows."
This was an invitation for Oliver to enter through a door which he unlocked as he spoke, and which led into a small stone cell. (11.3-5)
"What’s your name, you hardened scoundrel?" thundered Mr. Fang. "Officer, what’s his name?"
This was addressed to a bluff old fellow in a striped waistcoat, who was standing by the bar. He bent over Oliver, and repeated the inquiry; but finding him really incapable of understanding the question, and knowing that his not replying would only infuriate the magistrate the more, and add to the severity of his sentence, he hazarded a guess.
"He says his name’s Tom White, your worship," said this kind-hearted thief-taker. (11.49)