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'
Oh
!
'
said
Mrs.
Mann
.
'
The
opposition
coach
contracts
for
these
two
;
and
takes
them
cheap
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
They
are
both
in
a
very
low
state
,
and
we
find
it
would
come
two
pound
cheaper
to
move
'em
than
to
bury
'em
--
that
is
,
if
we
can
throw
'em
upon
another
parish
,
which
I
think
we
shall
be
able
to
do
,
if
they
do
n't
die
upon
the
road
to
spite
us
.
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
'
When
Mr.
Bumble
had
laughed
a
little
while
,
his
eyes
again
encountered
the
cocked
hat
;
and
he
became
grave
.
'
We
are
forgetting
business
,
ma'am
,
'
said
the
beadle
;
'
here
is
your
porochial
stipend
for
the
month
.
"
Mr.
Bumble
produced
some
silver
money
rolled
up
in
paper
,
from
his
pocket-book
;
and
requested
a
receipt
:
which
Mrs.
Mann
wrote
.
'
It
's
very
much
blotted
,
sir
,
'
said
the
farmer
of
infants
;
'
but
it
's
formal
enough
,
I
dare
say
.
Thank
you
,
Mr.
Bumble
,
sir
,
I
am
very
much
obliged
to
you
,
I
'm
sure
.
'
Mr.
Bumble
nodded
,
blandly
,
in
acknowledgment
of
Mrs.
Mann
's
curtsey
;
and
inquired
how
the
children
were
.
'
Bless
their
dear
little
hearts
!
'
said
Mrs.
Mann
with
emotion
,
'
they
're
as
well
as
can
be
,
the
dears
!
Of
course
,
except
the
two
that
died
last
week
.
And
little
Dick
.
'
'
Is
n't
that
boy
no
better
?
'
inquired
Mr.
Bumble
.
