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MRS. MANN
Goodness gracious! Is that you, Mr. Bumble, sir? (Susan, take Oliver and them two brats up stairs, and wash ‘em.) – My heart alive! Mr. Bumble, how glad I am to see you sure-ly! Will you take a drop of something, Mr. Bumble?
MR. BUMBLE
Not a drop. Not a drop.
MRS. MANN
Now, just a little drop.
MR. BUMBLE
What is it?
MRS. MANN
It’s what I’m obliged to keep a little of in the house to put into the blessed infants’ daffy, when they ain’t well. It’s gin. I’ll not deceive you, Mr. B. It’s gin. I give it to the children, I do. Ah, bless ‘em, that I do, dear as it is. I couldn’t see ‘em suffer before my very eyes, you know, sir.
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