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It
was
before
this
ruinous
building
that
the
worthy
couple
paused
,
as
the
first
peal
of
distant
thunder
reverberated
in
the
air
,
and
the
rain
commenced
pouring
violently
down
.
'
The
place
should
be
somewhere
here
,
'
said
Bumble
,
consulting
a
scrap
of
paper
he
held
in
his
hand
.
'
Halloa
there
!
'
cried
a
voice
from
above
.
Following
the
sound
,
Mr.
Bumble
raised
his
head
and
descried
a
man
looking
out
of
a
door
,
breast-high
,
on
the
second
story
.
'
Stand
still
,
a
minute
,
'
cried
the
voice
;
'
I
'll
be
with
you
directly
.
'
With
which
the
head
disappeared
,
and
the
door
closed
.
'
Is
that
the
man
?
'
asked
Mr.
Bumble
's
good
lady
.
Mr.
Bumble
nodded
in
the
affirmative
.
'
Then
,
mind
what
I
told
you
,
'
said
the
matron
:
'
and
be
careful
to
say
as
little
as
you
can
,
or
you
'll
betray
us
at
once
.
'
Mr.
Bumble
,
who
had
eyed
the
building
with
very
rueful
looks
,
was
apparently
about
to
express
some
doubts
relative
to
the
advisability
of
proceeding
any
further
with
the
enterprise
just
then
,
when
he
was
prevented
by
the
appearance
of
Monks
:
w
ho
opened
a
small
door
,
near
which
they
stood
,
and
beckoned
them
inwards
.
'
Come
in
!
'
he
cried
impatiently
,
stamping
his
foot
upon
the
ground
.
'
Do
n't
keep
me
here
!
'
