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Mrs.
Mann
shook
her
head
.
'
He
's
a
ill-conditioned
,
wicious
,
bad-disposed
porochial
child
that
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
angrily
.
'
Where
is
he
?
'
'
I
'll
bring
him
to
you
in
one
minute
,
sir
,
'
replied
Mrs.
Mann
.
'
Here
,
you
Dick
!
'
After
some
calling
,
Dick
was
discovered
.
Having
had
his
face
put
under
the
pump
,
and
dried
upon
Mrs.
Mann
's
gown
,
he
was
led
into
the
awful
presence
of
Mr.
Bumble
,
the
beadle
.
The
child
was
pale
and
thin
;
his
cheeks
were
sunken
;
and
his
eyes
large
and
bright
.
The
scanty
parish
dress
,
the
livery
of
his
misery
,
hung
loosely
on
his
feeble
body
;
and
his
young
limbs
had
wasted
away
,
like
those
of
an
old
man
.
Such
was
the
little
being
who
stood
trembling
beneath
Mr.
Bumble
's
glance
;
not
daring
to
lift
his
eyes
from
the
floor
;
and
dreading
even
to
hear
the
beadle
's
voice
.
'
Ca
n't
you
look
at
the
gentleman
,
you
obstinate
boy
?
'
said
Mrs.
Mann
.
The
child
meekly
raised
his
eyes
,
and
encountered
those
of
Mr.
Bumble
.
'
What
's
the
matter
with
you
,
porochial
Dick
?
'
inquired
Mr.
Bumble
,
with
well-timed
jocularity
.
'
Nothing
,
sir
,
'
replied
the
child
faintly
.
