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'
And
have
done
none
,
'
said
the
stranger
.
Another
silence
succeeded
this
short
dialogue
:
which
was
again
broken
by
the
stranger
.
'
I
have
seen
you
before
,
I
think
?
'
said
he
.
'
You
were
differently
dressed
at
that
time
,
and
I
only
passed
you
in
the
street
,
but
I
should
know
you
again
.
You
were
beadle
here
,
once
;
were
you
not
?
'
'
I
was
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
in
some
surprise
;
'
porochial
beadle
.
'
'
Just
so
,
'
rejoined
the
other
,
nodding
his
head
.
'
It
was
in
that
character
I
saw
you
.
What
are
you
now
?
'
'
Master
of
the
workhouse
,
'
rejoined
Mr.
Bumble
,
slowly
and
impressively
,
to
check
any
undue
familiarity
the
stranger
might
otherwise
assume
.
'
Master
of
the
workhouse
,
young
man
!
'
'
You
have
the
same
eye
to
your
own
interest
,
that
you
always
had
,
I
doubt
not
?
'
resumed
the
stranger
,
looking
keenly
into
Mr.
Bumble
's
eyes
,
as
he
raised
them
in
astonishment
at
the
question
.
'
Do
n't
scruple
to
answer
freely
,
man
.
I
know
you
pretty
well
,
you
see
.
'
'
I
suppose
,
a
married
man
,
'
replied
Mr.
Bumble
,
shading
his
eyes
with
his
hand
,
and
surveying
the
stranger
,
from
head
to
foot
,
in
evident
perplexity
,
'
is
not
more
averse
to
turning
an
honest
penny
when
he
can
,
than
a
single
one
.
Porochial
officers
are
not
so
well
paid
that
they
can
afford
to
refuse
any
little
extra
fee
,
when
it
comes
to
them
in
a
civil
and
proper
manner
.
'
The
stranger
smiled
,
and
nodded
his
head
again
:
as
much
to
say
,
he
had
not
mistaken
his
man
;
then
rang
the
bell
.
