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'
This
is
a
very
comfortable
room
,
ma'am
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
looking
round
.
'
Another
room
,
and
this
,
ma'am
,
would
be
a
complete
thing
.
'
'
It
would
be
too
much
for
one
,
'
murmured
the
lady
.
'
But
not
for
two
,
ma'am
,
'
rejoined
Mr.
Bumble
,
in
soft
accents
.
'
Eh
,
Mrs.
Corney
?
'
Mrs.
Corney
drooped
her
head
,
when
the
beadle
said
this
;
the
beadle
drooped
his
,
to
get
a
view
of
Mrs.
Corney
's
face
.
Mrs.
Corney
,
with
great
propriety
,
turned
her
head
away
,
and
released
her
hand
to
get
at
her
pocket-handkerchief
;
but
insensibly
replaced
it
in
that
of
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
The
board
allows
you
coals
,
do
n't
they
,
Mrs.
Corney
?
'
inquired
the
beadle
,
affectionately
pressing
her
hand
.
'
And
candles
,
'
replied
Mrs.
Corney
,
slightly
returning
the
pressure
.
'
Coals
,
candles
,
and
house-rent
free
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
Oh
,
Mrs.
Corney
,
what
an
Angel
you
are
!
'
The
lady
was
not
proof
against
this
burst
of
feeling
.
She
sank
into
Mr.
Bumble
's
arms
;
and
that
gentleman
in
his
agitation
,
imprinted
a
passionate
kiss
upon
her
chaste
nose
.
'
Such
porochial
perfection
!
'
exclaimed
Mr.
Bumble
,
rapturously
.
'
You
know
that
Mr.
Slout
is
worse
to-night
,
my
fascinator
?
'
