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'Are you going to sit snoring there all day?' inquired Mrs. Bumble.
'I am going to sit here as long as I think proper, Ma'am,' rejoined Mr. Bumble; 'and although I was not snoring, I shall snore, gape, sneeze, laugh, or cry, as the humour strikes me, such being my prerogative.'
'Your prerogative;' sneered Mrs. Bumble, with ineffable contempt.
'I said the word, Ma'am,' said Mr. Bumble. 'The prerogative of a man is to command.'
'And what's the prerogative of a woman, in the name of Goodness?' cried the relict of Mr. Corney deceased.
'To obey, Ma'am,' thundered Mr. Bumble. 'Your late unfort'nate husband should have taught it you; and then, perhaps, he might have been alive now. I wish he was, poor man!'