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Bumble
,
seeing
at
a
glance
,
that
the
decisive
moment
had
now
arrived
,
and
that
a
blow
struck
for
the
mastership
on
one
side
or
other
,
must
necessarily
be
final
and
conclusive
,
no
sooner
heard
this
allusion
to
the
dead
and
gone
,
than
she
dropped
into
a
chair
,
and
with
a
loud
scream
that
Mr.
Bumble
was
a
hard-hearted
brute
,
fell
into
a
paroxysm
of
tears
.
But
,
tears
were
not
the
things
to
find
their
way
to
Mr.
Bumble
's
soul
;
his
heart
was
waterproof
.
Like
washable
beaver
hats
that
improve
with
rain
,
his
nerves
were
rendered
stouter
and
more
vigorous
,
by
showers
of
tears
,
which
,
being
tokens
of
weakness
,
and
so
far
tacit
admissions
of
his
own
power
,
please
and
exalted
him
.
He
eyed
his
good
lady
with
looks
of
great
satisfaction
,
and
begged
,
in
an
encouraging
manner
,
that
she
should
cry
her
hardest
:
the
exercise
being
looked
upon
,
by
the
faculty
,
as
stronly
conducive
to
health
.
'
It
opens
the
lungs
,
washes
the
countenance
,
exercises
the
eyes
,
and
softens
down
the
temper
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
So
cry
away
.
'
As
he
discharged
himself
of
this
pleasantry
,
Mr.
Bumble
took
his
hat
from
a
peg
,
and
putting
it
on
,
rather
rakishly
,
on
one
side
,
as
a
man
might
,
who
felt
he
had
asserted
his
superiority
in
a
becoming
manner
,
thrust
his
hands
into
his
pockets
,
and
sauntered
towards
the
door
,
with
much
ease
and
waggishness
depicted
in
his
whole
appearance
.
Now
,
Mrs.
Corney
that
was
,
had
tried
the
tears
,
because
they
were
less
troublesome
than
a
manual
assault
;
but
,
she
was
quite
prepared
to
make
trial
of
the
latter
mode
of
proceeding
,
as
Mr.
Bumble
was
not
long
in
discovering
.
The
first
proof
he
experienced
of
the
fact
,
was
conveyed
in
a
hollow
sound
,
immediately
succeeded
by
the
sudden
flying
off
of
his
hat
to
the
opposite
end
of
the
room
.
This
preliminary
proceeding
laying
bare
his
head
,
the
expert
lady
,
clasping
him
tightly
round
the
throat
with
one
hand
,
inflicted
a
shower
of
blows
(
dealt
with
singular
vigour
and
dexterity
)
upon
it
with
the
other
.
This
done
,
she
created
a
little
variety
by
scratching
his
face
,
and
tearing
his
hair
;
and
,
having
,
by
this
time
,
inflicted
as
much
punishment
as
she
deemed
necessary
for
the
offence
,
she
pushed
him
over
a
chair
,
which
was
luckily
well
situated
for
the
purpose
:
and
defied
him
to
talk
about
his
prerogative
again
,
if
he
dared
.
'
Get
up
!
'
said
Mrs.
Bumble
,
in
a
voice
of
command
.
'
And
take
yourself
away
from
here
,
unless
you
want
me
to
do
something
desperate
.
'
Mr.
Bumble
rose
with
a
very
rueful
countenance
:
wondering
much
what
something
desperate
might
be
.
Picking
up
his
hat
,
he
looked
towards
the
door
.
'
Are
you
going
?
'
demanded
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
Certainly
,
my
dear
,
certainly
,
'
rejoined
Mr.
Bumble
,
making
a
quicker
motion
towards
the
door
.
'
I
did
n't
intend
to
--
I
'm
going
,
my
dear
!
You
are
so
very
violent
,
that
really
I
--
'
