Life in the countyt    (5)

 

My Bumble was now a married man , and not a happy cne. He was no longer a beadle but the manager of the workhouse, and his wife, formerly Mrs Corney, after a particularly violent fight , day and night . One evening , after a qarticularly violent fight, when she threw things at him and chased him out of the house, he went for a walk along through the town . He felt very sorry for himself , and finally went into a qub to find comfort in gin-and -water. Atall dark man, sitting in the corner, watched Mr Bumble while he drank . The stranger's clothes were dusty and muddy, as if he had travelled a long way. Mr Bumble began to feel uncomfortable at the man's hard stare, and tried to avoid meeting his eyes.