Оливер Твист

Chapter 27

           Ashespoke,hedrewachairbesidethematron,andtenderlyinquiredwhathadhappenedtodistressher.

           ‘Nothing,’repliedMrs.Corney.‘Iamafoolish,excitable,weakcreetur.

           ‘Notweak,ma’am,’retortedMr.Bumble,drawinghischairalittlecloser.‘Areyouaweakcreetur,Mrs.Corney?’

           ‘Weareallweakcreeturs,’saidMrs.Corney,layingdownageneralprinciple.

           ‘Soweare,’saidthebeadle.

           Nothingwassaidoneitherside,foraminuteortwoafterwards.Bytheexpirationofthattime,Mr.BumblehadillustratedthepositionbyremovinghisleftarmfromthebackofMrs.Corney’schair,whereithadpreviouslyrested,toMrs.Corney’saprong-string,roundwhichisgraduallybecameentwined.

           ‘Weareallweakcreeturs,’saidMr.Bumble.

           Mrs.Corneysighed.

           ‘Don’tsigh,Mrs.Corney,’saidMr.Bumble.

           ‘Ican’thelpit,’saidMrs.Corney.Andshesighedagain.

           ‘Thisisaverycomfortableroom,ma’am,’saidMr.Bumblelookinground.‘Anotherroom,andthis,ma’am,wouldbeacompletething.

           ‘Itwouldbetoomuchforone,’murmuredthelady.

           ‘Butnotfortwo,ma’am,’rejoinedMr.Bumble,insoftaccents.‘Eh,Mrs.Corney?’

           Mrs.Corneydroopedherhead,whenthebeadlesaidthis;thebeadledroopedhis,togetaviewofMrs.Corney’sface.Mrs.Corney,withgreatpropriety,turnedherheadaway,andreleasedherhandtogetatherpocket-handkerchief;butinsensiblyreplaceditinthatofMr.Bumble.

           ‘Theboardallowsyoucoals,don’tthey,Mrs.

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