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Chapter 37

           Hewasdegradedintheireyes;hehadlostcasteandstationbeforetheverypaupers;hehadfallenfromalltheheightandpompofbeadleship,tothelowestdepthofthemostsnubbedhen-peckery.

           ‘Allintwomonths!’saidMr.Bumble,filledwithdismalthoughts.‘Twomonths!Nomorethantwomonthsago,Iwasnotonlymyownmaster,buteverybodyelse’s,sofarastheporochialworkhousewasconcerned,andnow!

           Itwastoomuch.Mr.Bumbleboxedtheearsoftheboywhoopenedthegateforhim(forhehadreachedtheportalinhisreverie);andwalked,distractedly,intothestreet.

           Hewalkeduponestreet,anddownanother,untilexercisehadabatedthefirstpassionofhisgrief;andthentherevulsionoffeelingmadehimthirsty.Hepassedagreatmanypublic-houses;but,atlengthpausedbeforeoneinaby-way,whoseparlour,ashegatheredfromahastypeepovertheblinds,wasdeserted,savebyonesolitarycustomer.Itbegantorain,heavily,atthemoment.Thisdeterminedhim.Mr.Bumblesteppedin;andorderingsomethingtodrink,ashepassedthebar,enteredtheapartmentintowhichhehadlookedfromthestreet.

           Themanwhowasseatedthere,wastallanddark,andworealargecloak.Hehadtheairofastranger;andseemed,byacertainhaggardnessinhislook,aswellasbythedustysoilsonhisdress,tohavetravelledsomedistance.HeeyedBumbleaskance,asheentered,butscarcelydeignedtonodhisheadinacknowledgmentofhissalutation.

           Mr.

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