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'
Then
DO
N'T
think
of
it
,
ma'am
,
'
rejoined
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
I
ca
n't
help
it
,
'
whimpered
the
lady
.
'
Then
take
something
,
ma'am
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
soothingly
.
'
A
little
of
the
wine
?
'
'
Not
for
the
world
!
'
replied
Mrs.
Corney
.
'
I
could
n't
--
oh
!
The
top
shelf
in
the
right-hand
corner
--
oh
!
'
Uttering
these
words
,
the
good
lady
pointed
,
distractedly
,
to
the
cupboard
,
and
underwent
a
convulsion
from
internal
spasms
.
Mr.
Bumble
rushed
to
the
closet
;
and
,
snatching
a
pint
green-glass
bottle
from
the
shelf
thus
incoherently
indicated
,
filled
a
tea-cup
with
its
contents
,
and
held
it
to
the
lady
's
lips
.
'
I
'm
better
now
,
'
said
Mrs.
Corney
,
falling
back
,
after
drinking
half
of
it
.
Mr.
Bumble
raised
his
eyes
piously
to
the
ceiling
in
thankfulness
;
and
,
bringing
them
down
again
to
the
brim
of
the
cup
,
lifted
it
to
his
nose
.
'
Peppermint
,
'
exclaimed
Mrs.
Corney
,
in
a
faint
voice
,
smiling
gently
on
the
beadle
as
she
spoke
.
'
Try
it
!
There
's
a
little
--
a
little
something
else
in
it
.
'
Mr.
Bumble
tasted
the
medicine
with
a
doubtful
look
;
smacked
his
lips
;
took
another
taste
;
and
put
the
cup
down
empty
.
'
It
's
very
comforting
,
'
said
Mrs.
Corney
.
'
Very
much
so
indeed
,
ma'am
,
'
said
the
beadle
.
