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'
Yes
,
'
replied
Mrs.
Corney
,
bashfully
.
'
He
ca
n't
live
a
week
,
the
doctor
says
,
'
pursued
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
He
is
the
master
of
this
establishment
;
his
death
will
cause
a
wacancy
;
that
wacancy
must
be
filled
up
.
Oh
,
Mrs.
Corney
,
what
a
prospect
this
opens
!
What
a
opportunity
for
a
jining
of
hearts
and
housekeepings
!
'
Mrs.
Corney
sobbed
.
'
The
little
word
?
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
bending
over
the
bashful
beauty
.
'
The
one
little
,
little
,
little
word
,
my
blessed
Corney
?
'
'
Ye
--
ye
--
yes
!
'
sighed
out
the
matron
.
'
One
more
,
'
pursued
the
beadle
;
'
compose
your
darling
feelings
for
only
one
more
.
When
is
it
to
come
off
?
'
Mrs.
Corney
twice
essayed
to
speak
:
and
twice
failed
.
At
length
summoning
up
courage
,
she
threw
her
arms
around
Mr.
Bumble
's
neck
,
and
said
,
it
might
be
as
soon
as
ever
he
pleased
,
and
that
he
was
'
a
irresistible
duck
.
'
Matters
being
thus
amicably
and
satisfactorily
arranged
,
the
contract
was
solemnly
ratified
in
another
teacupful
of
the
peppermint
mixture
;
which
was
rendered
the
more
necessary
,
by
the
flutter
and
agitation
of
the
lady
's
spirits
.
While
it
was
being
disposed
of
,
she
acquainted
Mr.
Bumble
with
the
old
woman
's
decease
.
'
Very
good
,
'
said
that
gentleman
,
sipping
his
peppermint
;
'
I
'll
call
at
Sowerberry
's
as
I
go
home
,
and
tell
him
to
send
to-morrow
morning
.
Was
it
that
as
frightened
you
,
love
?
'
'
It
was
n't
anything
particular
,
dear
,
'
said
the
lady
evasively
.
