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Chapter 38

           Therehadoncebeenawater-millbeneath;thetidefoamingandchafingroundthefewrottenstakes,andfragmentsofmachinerythatyetremained,seemedtodartonward,withanewimpulse,whenfreedfromtheobstacleswhichhadunavailinglyattemptedtostemitsheadlongcourse.

           ‘Ifyouflungaman’sbodydownthere,wherewoulditbeto-morrowmorning?’saidMonks,swingingthelanterntoandfrointhedarkwell.

           ‘Twelvemilesdowntheriver,andcuttopiecesbesides,’repliedBumble,recoilingatthethought.

           Monksdrewthelittlepacketfromhisbreast,wherehehadhurriedlythrustit;andtyingittoaleadenweight,whichhadformedapartofsomepulley,andwaslyingonthefloor,droppeditintothestream.Itfellstraight,andtrueasadie;clovethewaterwithascarcelyaudiblesplash;andwasgone.

           Thethreelookingintoeachother’sfaces,seemedtobreathemorefreely.

           ‘There!’saidMonks,closingthetrap-door,whichfellheavilybackintoitsformerposition.‘Iftheseaevergivesupitsdead,asbookssayitwill,itwillkeepitsgoldandsilvertoitself,andthattrashamongit.Wehavenothingmoretosay,andmaybreakupourpleasantparty.

           ‘Byallmeans,’observedMr.Bumble,withgreatalacrity.

           ‘You’llkeepaquiettongueinyourhead,willyou?’saidMonks,withathreateninglook.‘Iamnotafraidofyourwife.

           ‘Youmaydependuponme,youngman,’answeredMr.Bumble,bowinghimselfgraduallytowardstheladder,withexcessivepoliteness

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