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Chapter 27

           Havinglistenedatthekeyhole,toassurehimselfthatnobodywasapproachingthechamber,Mr.Bumble,beginningatthebottom,proceededtomakehimselfacquaintedwiththecontentsofthethreelongdrawers:which,beingfilledwithvariousgarmentsofgoodfashionandtexture,carefullypreservedbetweentwolayersofoldnewspapers,speckledwithdriedlavender:seemedtoyieldhimexceedingsatisfaction.Arriving,incourseoftime,attheright-handcornerdrawer(inwhichwasthekey),andbeholdingthereinasmallpadlockedbox,which,beingshaken,gaveforthapleasantsound,asofthechinkingofcoin,Mr.Bumblereturnedwithastatelywalktothefireplace;and,resuminghisoldattitude,said,withagraveanddeterminedair,‘I’lldoit!’Hefollowedupthisremarkabledeclaration,byshakinghisheadinawaggishmannerfortenminutes,asthoughhewereremonstratingwithhimselfforbeingsuchapleasantdog;andthen,hetookaviewofhislegsinprofile,withmuchseemingpleasureandinterest.

           Hewasstillplacidlyengagedinthislattersurvey,whenMrs.Corney,hurryingintotheroom,threwherself,inabreathlessstate,onachairbythefireside,andcoveringhereyeswithonehand,placedtheotheroverherheart,andgaspedforbreath.

           ‘Mrs.Corney,’saidMr.Bumble,stoopingoverthematron,‘whatisthis,ma’am?Hasanythinghappened,ma’am?Prayanswerme:I’mononMr.Bumble,inhisalarm,couldnotimmediatelythinkoftheword‘tenterhooks,’sohesaid‘brokenbottles.

           ‘Oh,Mr.

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