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It
is
a
eye
I
never
knew
to
fail
with
paupers
.
If
it
fails
with
her
,
my
power
is
gone
.
'
)
Whether
an
exceedingly
small
expansion
of
eye
be
sufficient
to
quell
paupers
,
who
,
being
lightly
fed
,
are
in
no
very
high
condition
;
or
whether
the
late
Mrs.
Corney
was
particularly
proof
against
eagle
glances
;
are
matters
of
opinion
.
The
matter
of
fact
,
is
,
that
the
matron
was
in
no
way
overpowered
by
Mr.
Bumble
's
scowl
,
but
,
on
the
contrary
,
treated
it
with
great
disdain
,
and
even
raised
a
laugh
threreat
,
which
sounded
as
though
it
were
genuine
.
On
hearing
this
most
unexpected
sound
,
Mr.
Bumble
looked
,
first
incredulous
,
and
afterwards
amazed
.
He
then
relapsed
into
his
former
state
;
nor
did
he
rouse
himself
until
his
attention
was
again
awakened
by
the
voice
of
his
partner
.
'
Are
you
going
to
sit
snoring
there
,
all
day
?
'
inquired
Mrs.
Bumble
.
'
I
am
going
to
sit
here
,
as
long
as
I
think
proper
,
ma'am
,
'
rejoined
Mr.
Bumble
;
'
and
although
I
was
NOT
snoring
,
I
shall
snore
,
gape
,
sneeze
,
laugh
,
or
cry
,
as
the
humour
strikes
me
;
such
being
my
prerogative
.
'
'
Your
PREROGATIVE
!
'
sneered
Mrs.
Bumble
,
with
ineffable
contempt
.
'
I
said
the
word
,
ma'am
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
The
prerogative
of
a
man
is
to
command
.
'
'
And
what
's
the
prerogative
of
a
woman
,
in
the
name
of
Goodness
?
'
cried
the
relict
of
Mr.
Corney
deceased
.
'
To
obey
,
ma'am
,
'
thundered
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
Your
late
unfortunate
husband
should
have
taught
it
you
;
and
then
,
perhaps
,
he
might
have
been
alive
now
.
I
wish
he
was
,
poor
man
!
'
Mrs.
