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'
No
,
'
replied
Mrs.
Bumble
flatly
.
'
Perhaps
YOU
do
n't
?
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
addressing
her
spouse
.
'
I
never
saw
him
in
all
my
life
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
Nor
sold
him
anything
,
perhaps
?
'
'
No
,
'
replied
Mrs.
Bumble
.
'
You
never
had
,
perhaps
,
a
certain
gold
locket
and
ring
?
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
.
'
Certainly
not
,
'
replied
the
matron
.
'
Why
are
we
brought
here
to
answer
to
such
nonsense
as
this
?
'
Again
Mr.
Brownlow
nodded
to
Mr.
Grimwig
;
and
again
that
gentleman
limped
away
with
extraordinary
readiness
.
But
not
again
did
he
return
with
a
stout
man
and
wife
;
for
this
time
,
he
led
in
two
palsied
women
,
who
shook
and
tottered
as
they
walked
.
'
You
shut
the
door
the
night
old
Sally
died
,
'
said
the
foremost
one
,
raising
her
shrivelled
hand
,
'
but
you
could
n't
shut
out
the
sound
,
nor
stop
the
chinks
.
'
'
No
,
no
,
'
said
the
other
,
looking
round
her
and
wagging
her
toothless
jaws
.
'
No
,
no
,
no
.
'
