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Chapter 23

           Bumbleplacedthembothontopofachestofdrawers;foldedthehandkerchiefinwhichtheyhadbeenwrapped;putitcarefullyinhispocket;andtookuphishat,asiftogo.

           ‘You’llhaveaverycoldwalk,Mr.Bumble,’saidthematron.

           ‘Itblows,ma’am,’repliedMr.Bumble,turninguphiscoat-collar,‘enoughtocutone’searsoff.

           Thematronlooked,fromthelittlekettle,tothebeadle,whowasmovingtowardsthedoor;andasthebeadlecoughed,preparatorytobiddinghergood-night,bashfullyinquiredwhetherwhetherhewouldn’ttakeacupoftea?

           Mr.Bumbleinstantaneouslyturnedbackhiscollaragain;laidhishatandstickuponachair;anddrewanotherchairuptothetable.Asheslowlyseatedhimself,helookedatthelady.Shefixedhereyesuponthelittleteapot.Mr.Bumblecoughedagain,andslightlysmiled.

           Mrs.Corneyrosetogetanothercupandsaucerfromthecloset.Asshesatdown,hereyesonceagainencounteredthoseofthegallantbeadle;shecoloured,andappliedherselftothetaskofmakinghistea.AgainMr.Bumblecoughedlouderthistimethanhehadcoughedyet.

           ‘Sweet?Mr.Bumble?’inquiredthematron,takingupthesugar-basin.

           ‘Verysweet,indeed,ma’am,’repliedMr.Bumble.HefixedhiseyesonMrs.Corneyashesaidthis;andifeverabeadlelookedtender,Mr.Bumblewasthatbeadleatthatmoment.

           Theteawasmade,andhandedinsilence.Mr.

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