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At
this
instant
,
Mrs.
Bumble
stepped
hastily
forward
to
replace
the
carpet
,
which
had
been
kicked
up
in
the
scuffle
.
Mr.
Bumble
immediately
darted
out
of
the
room
,
without
bestowing
another
thought
on
his
unfinished
sentence
:
leaving
the
late
Mrs.
Corney
in
full
possession
of
the
field
.
Mr.
Bumble
was
fairly
taken
by
surprise
,
and
fairly
beaten
.
He
had
a
decided
propensity
for
bullying
:
derived
no
inconsiderable
pleasure
from
the
exercise
of
petty
cruelty
;
and
,
consequently
,
was
(
it
is
needless
to
say
)
a
coward
.
This
is
by
no
means
a
disparagement
to
his
character
;
for
many
official
personages
,
who
are
held
in
high
respect
and
admiration
,
are
the
victims
of
similar
infirmities
.
The
remark
is
made
,
indeed
,
rather
in
his
favour
than
otherwise
,
and
with
a
view
of
impressing
the
reader
with
a
just
sense
of
his
qualifications
for
office
.
But
,
the
measure
of
his
degradation
was
not
yet
full
.
After
making
a
tour
of
the
house
,
and
thinking
,
for
the
first
time
,
that
the
poor-laws
really
were
too
hard
on
people
;
and
that
men
who
ran
away
from
their
wives
,
leaving
them
chargeable
to
the
parish
,
ought
,
in
justice
to
be
visited
with
no
punishment
at
all
,
but
rather
rewarded
as
meritorious
individuals
who
had
suffered
much
;
Mr.
Bumble
came
to
a
room
where
some
of
the
female
paupers
were
usually
employed
in
washing
the
parish
linen
:
when
the
sound
of
voices
in
conversation
,
now
proceeded
.
'
Hem
!
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
summoning
up
all
his
native
dignity
.
'
These
women
at
least
shall
continue
to
respect
the
prerogative
.
Hallo
!
hallo
there
!
What
do
you
mean
by
this
noise
,
you
hussies
?
'
With
these
words
,
Mr.
Bumble
opened
the
door
,
and
walked
in
with
a
very
fierce
and
angry
manner
:
which
was
at
once
exchanged
for
a
most
humiliated
and
cowering
air
,
as
his
eyes
unexpectedly
rested
on
the
form
of
his
lady
wife
.
'
My
dear
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
'
I
did
n't
know
you
were
here
.
'
'
Did
n't
know
I
was
here
!
'
repeated
Mrs.
Bumble
.
'
What
do
YOU
do
here
?
'
'
I
thought
they
were
talking
rather
too
much
to
be
doing
their
work
properly
,
my
dear
,
'
replied
Mr.
Bumble
:
glancing
distractedly
at
a
couple
of
old
women
at
the
wash-tub
,
who
were
comparing
notes
of
admiration
at
the
workhouse-master
's
humility
.
