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'
--
Which
makes
three
,
'
observed
Mr.
Bumble
,
essaying
a
stroke
of
facetiousness
.
'
Is
that
what
you
expected
to
get
from
me
?
'
demanded
the
matron
.
'
It
is
,
'
replied
Monks
.
'
The
other
question
?
'
'
What
do
you
propose
to
do
with
it
?
Can
it
be
used
against
me
?
'
'
Never
,
'
rejoined
Monks
;
'
nor
against
me
either
.
See
here
!
But
do
n't
move
a
step
forward
,
or
your
life
is
not
worth
a
bulrush
.
'
With
these
words
,
he
suddenly
wheeled
the
table
aside
,
and
pulling
an
iron
ring
in
the
boarding
,
threw
back
a
large
trap-door
which
opened
close
at
Mr.
Bumble
's
feet
,
and
caused
that
gentleman
to
retire
several
paces
backward
,
with
great
precipitation
.
'
Look
down
,
'
said
Monks
,
lowering
the
lantern
into
the
gulf
.
'
Do
n't
fear
me
.
I
could
have
let
you
down
,
quietly
enough
,
when
you
were
seated
over
it
,
if
that
had
been
my
game
.
'
Thus
encouraged
,
the
matron
drew
near
to
the
brink
;
and
even
Mr.
Bumble
himself
,
impelled
by
curiousity
,
ventured
to
do
the
same
.
The
turbid
water
,
swollen
by
the
heavy
rain
,
was
rushing
rapidly
on
below
;
and
all
other
sounds
were
lost
in
the
noise
of
its
plashing
and
eddying
against
the
green
and
slimy
piles
.
There
had
once
been
a
water-mill
beneath
;
the
tide
foaming
and
chafing
round
the
few
rotten
stakes
,
and
fragments
of
machinery
that
yet
remained
,
seemed
to
dart
onward
,
with
a
new
impulse
,
when
freed
from
the
obstacles
which
had
unavailingly
attempted
to
stem
its
headlong
course
.
'
If
you
flung
a
man
's
body
down
there
,
where
would
it
be
to-morrow
morning
?
'
said
Monks
,
swinging
the
lantern
to
and
fro
in
the
dark
well
.
