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'
If
the
law
supposes
that
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
squeezing
his
hat
emphatically
in
both
hands
,
'
the
law
is
a
ass
--
a
idiot
.
If
that
's
the
eye
of
the
law
,
the
law
is
a
bachelor
;
and
the
worst
I
wish
the
law
is
,
that
his
eye
may
be
opened
by
experience
--
by
experience
.
'
Laying
great
stress
on
the
repetition
of
these
two
words
,
Mr.
Bumble
fixed
his
hat
on
very
tight
,
and
putting
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
followed
his
helpmate
downstairs
.
'
Young
lady
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
turning
to
Rose
,
'
give
me
your
hand
.
Do
not
tremble
.
You
need
not
fear
to
hear
the
few
remaining
words
we
have
to
say
.
'
'
If
they
have
--
I
do
not
know
how
they
can
,
but
if
they
have
--
any
reference
to
me
,
'
said
Rose
,
'
pray
let
me
hear
them
at
some
other
time
.
I
have
not
strength
or
spirits
now
.
'
'
Nay
,
'
returned
the
old
gentlman
,
drawing
her
arm
through
his
;
'
you
have
more
fortitude
than
this
,
I
am
sure
.
Do
you
know
this
young
lady
,
sir
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
replied
Monks
.
'
I
never
saw
you
before
,
'
said
Rose
faintly
.
'
I
have
seen
you
often
,
'
returned
Monks
.
'
The
father
of
the
unhappy
Agnes
had
TWO
daughters
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
.
'
What
was
the
fate
of
the
other
--
the
child
?
'
'
The
child
,
'
replied
Monks
,
'
when
her
father
died
in
a
strange
place
,
in
a
strange
name
,
without
a
letter
,
book
,
or
scrap
of
paper
that
yielded
the
faintest
clue
by
which
his
friends
or
relatives
could
be
traced
--
the
child
was
taken
by
some
wretched
cottagers
,
who
reared
it
as
their
own
.
'
