'I'll tell you what it is, gentlemen,' said he, 'we're allafraid.'。， 'Now listen to me,' said the dying woman aloud, as if making agreat effort to revive one latent spark of energy. 'In this veryroom--in this very bed--I once nursed a pretty young creetur',that was brought into the house with her feet cut and bruisedwith walking, and all soiled with dust and blood. She gave birthto a boy, and died. Let me think--what was the year again!'
CHAPTER XXV。， 'Not for the world!' replied Mrs. Corney. 'I couldn't,--oh! Thetop shelf in the right-hand corner--oh!' Uttering these words,the good lady pointed, distractedly, to the cupboard, andunderwent a convulsion from internal spasms. Mr. Bumble rushedto the closet; and, snatching a pint green-glass bottle from theshelf thus incoherently indicated, filled a tea-cup with itscontents, and held it to the lady's lips.
'Gold!' echoed the matron, bending eagerly over the woman as shefell back. 'Go on, go on--yest--what of it? Who was the mother?。， Matters being thus amicably and satisfactorily arranged, thecontract was solemnly ratified in another teacupful of thepeppermint mixture; which was rendered the more necessary, by theflutter and agitation of the lady's spirits. While it was beingdisposed of, she acquainted Mr. Bumble with the old woman'sdecease.