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As
he
spoke
,
he
drew
a
chair
beside
the
matron
,
and
tenderly
inquired
what
had
happened
to
distress
her
.
'
Nothing
,
'
replied
Mrs.
Corney
.
'
I
am
a
foolish
,
excitable
,
weak
creetur
.
'
'
Not
weak
,
ma'am
,
'
retorted
Mr.
Bumble
,
drawing
his
chair
a
little
closer
.
'
Are
you
a
weak
creetur
,
Mrs.
Corney
?
'
'
We
are
all
weak
creeturs
,
'
said
Mrs.
Corney
,
laying
down
a
general
principle
.
'
So
we
are
,
'
said
the
beadle
.
Nothing
was
said
on
either
side
,
for
a
minute
or
two
afterwards
.
By
the
expiration
of
that
time
,
Mr.
Bumble
had
illustrated
the
position
by
removing
his
left
arm
from
the
back
of
Mrs.
Corney
's
chair
,
where
it
had
previously
rested
,
to
Mrs.
Corney
's
aprong-string
,
round
which
is
gradually
became
entwined
.
'
We
are
all
weak
creeturs
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
.
Mrs.
Corney
sighed
.
'
Do
n't
sigh
,
Mrs.
Corney
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
I
ca
n't
help
it
,
'
said
Mrs.
Corney
.
And
she
sighed
again
.
