| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 118 |
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his apprehensions as to what might befall himself. They were both very indignant, and sorry for poor old Linden, but their sympathy for him was soon forgotten in their fears for their own immediate future. They remained at the table in silence for some time: then, `How much rent do we owe now?' asked Easton. `Four weeks, and I promised the collector the last time he called that we'd pay two weeks next Monday. He was quite nasty about it.' `Well, I suppose you'll have to pay it, that's all,' said Easton. `How much money will you have tomorrow?' asked Ruth. He began to reckon up his time: he started on Monday and today was Friday: five days, from seven to five, less half an hour for breakfast and an hour for dinner, eight and a |
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