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The
woman
know
what
it
is
,
does
she
?
'
The
question
was
addressed
to
Bumble
;
but
his
wife
anticipated
the
reply
,
by
intimating
that
she
was
perfectly
acquainted
with
it
.
'
He
is
right
in
saying
that
you
were
with
this
hag
the
night
she
died
;
and
that
she
told
you
something
--
'
'
About
the
mother
of
the
boy
you
named
,
'
replied
the
matron
interrupting
him
.
'
Yes
.
'
'
The
first
question
is
,
of
what
nature
was
her
communication
?
'
said
Monks
.
'
That
's
the
second
,
'
observed
the
woman
with
much
deliberation
.
'
The
first
is
,
what
may
the
communication
be
worth
?
'
'
Who
the
devil
can
tell
that
,
without
knowing
of
what
kind
it
is
?
'
asked
Monks
.
'
Nobody
better
than
you
,
I
am
persuaded
,
'
answered
Mrs.
Bumble
:
who
did
not
want
for
spirit
,
as
her
yoke-fellow
could
abundantly
testify
.
'
Humph
!
'
said
Monks
significantly
,
and
with
a
look
of
eager
inquiry
;
'
there
may
be
money
's
worth
to
get
,
eh
?
'
'
Perhaps
there
may
,
'
was
the
composed
reply
.
